tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-320480402024-03-14T00:07:43.511-07:00pinkindiancurriesSome passionate insights to heart of a monstrosity called Mumbai. From urban melancholy to serenity of shrines, bollywood masala and basic instincts , pink and tangy Soul curry sums up my experiences. Take a sip and see if it reminds you of rich and zesty co-existence of a million gradients of sexualities in this commercial capital of the land of KamasutraProtocoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09587223916641995977noreply@blogger.comBlogger84125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32048040.post-46711002918760843032020-09-07T04:01:00.001-07:002020-09-07T04:05:31.937-07:00Ek lambi saans lo...Yun karo...Ek lambi saans lo...Us jagah tak pahunch jaao khud hi ke bheetar ...Ke pighal jaao...Dhuaan bhi na rahe....Ittr jaise bikhar jaao...Na bandish na rok...Umadna shuru hoga phir...Aandhi jaisi tezi se jism koshish karega tumhein baahar nikaal phenkne ki...Usse aadat hai akelepan ki...Gehraaiyyon mein jitni aawaazein ho utni goonj utthti hai...Jaanein kya jaag jaaye...Bada purana shehar Protocoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09587223916641995977noreply@blogger.com0Mumbai, Maharashtra, India19.0759837 72.8776559-59.612880548984009 -67.7473441 90 -146.49734410000002tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32048040.post-12507077868233598932020-07-26T19:26:00.006-07:002020-09-07T04:03:25.943-07:00Fairy Talk: From Tinkerbell to Peter Pan
I understand losing of self in love sweetheart. I do that very often but have learnt to guage the respect for it.
I have prayed like a monk; lived in penury amidst this abundant world and lost a sense of creative force I am every time love throws me off my game.
Today it overwhelms as I am in love with someone 15 years younger than me and his priorities are way Protocoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09587223916641995977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32048040.post-60404814599072834562018-10-19T00:35:00.001-07:002018-10-19T00:35:21.296-07:00Patriarchy
Sometimes I wish I could cry as easy as you
On days when life is punching me in the face and gut
I stand there hitting back; ducking and tiring it out
There's little or no place that has been kept to scream
To let it all out of my chest
All that remains afloat is a heavy smile
Like the curse of ancestors you can't erase from your being
Protocoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09587223916641995977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32048040.post-18960165537597509062018-07-05T12:43:00.000-07:002018-07-05T12:48:49.903-07:00Kuch Barso ka Gubbaar
Hua Baar baar
Sab Taar Taar
Kuch din ki thakaan
Kuch Barso ka Gubbaar
Saans lene bhar ki fursat nahi kahin
Daaman mein kisike bhi hain koi shaqs beqaraar
hai kismaton ki baazi daftaron mein
aur mehfilon mein dilon ka kaarobar
Hua Baar baar
Sab taar taar
Ummeedon ki chaddar odhe mile aksar
Toote hauslon ko sajaate hasraton ke haar
boli to har shay ki lagti hai is shaher mein
wafaa ke daamonProtocoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09587223916641995977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32048040.post-82825960368811649742016-10-31T02:22:00.001-07:002016-10-31T06:34:28.422-07:00Aye dil hai KJo 2.0
I am writing here after forever thanks to my pensive social media posts that help me rave and rant generally. Unless something rare and obscure happens like ADHM.
Yes; the supposedly controversial movie that a man walking out of the theatre called bundle- a popular mumbai word for trash and I smiled to myself. The theatre on diwali noon was 70/80% occupied and I hadn't thought of what Protocoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09587223916641995977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32048040.post-86894819577783548362014-04-02T12:04:00.002-07:002014-04-02T12:04:02.197-07:00Me - a word
It's what has always been. It's what was always meant to be. No other way my life would make sense. Writing is what completes it. Searching for clever words and phrases, anecdotes or narratives isn't the quest I venture upon. It's a simple expression for me. All the muddled up flavours of life and memories of its sights sounds, smells, touch and tastes unfurls in a seamless flow whenever IProtocoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09587223916641995977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32048040.post-68051394392432086362013-09-28T03:35:00.000-07:002013-11-16T02:29:58.627-08:00Maybe it's funny
It's funny how a hello is always accompanied with a goodbye.
It's funny how good memories can make you cry,It's funny how forever never seems to last,It's funny how much you would lose if you forgot about your past,It's funny how friends can just leave when you're down,It's funny how when you need someone they never are around, It's funny how people change and think they're so much Protocoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09587223916641995977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32048040.post-55231470165592613822013-04-11T12:15:00.000-07:002013-04-11T12:15:48.134-07:00dar ba dar
dar ba dar, shab ba shab safar raha mera
lab ba lab, harf dar harf hashr raha mera
na chaha tha afsaano mein zikr
na jaani thi koi mustaqbil ki fiqr
behta, kuch kehta guzra aksar main mehfilon se
na ruka na thama ek dhadkan ki awaaz sunaayi dene ko
ruba ru jo hue tum to kya ilm tha ke ishq aise tarer lega
na dekh paaoonga beete raste na sahil hi Protocoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09587223916641995977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32048040.post-64117091441775713892013-04-11T12:13:00.002-07:002013-04-11T12:13:12.859-07:00Life
Life isn't just about keeping score.
It's not about how many people call you
And it's not about who you've dated or haven't dated at all.
It isn't about who you've kissed,
What sport you play,
Or which guy or girl likes you.
It's not about your shoes or your hair
Or the color of your skin,
Or where you live or go to school.
In fact it's not about grades, Protocoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09587223916641995977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32048040.post-7980209648341727912013-01-07T06:01:00.002-08:002013-04-11T12:10:19.012-07:00Queer Azaadi Mumbai Pride Week 2013 Calendar
It's here finally. The list of events we are doing for Qam Mumbai Pride Week. For all those who believe in equality and would like to understand alternative sexuality - here's a great opportunity to support by attending. For those who already know all they need to know about LGBTIQ life, select your reasons - music, dance performances, parties, sports, photography, theatre, open mic - Protocoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09587223916641995977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32048040.post-27053176653502269912013-01-02T11:06:00.000-08:002013-01-02T11:06:25.374-08:00‘Mumbai is my oxygen’ : life as a gay man in the metropolis
This is an article I wrote in DNA few years back and I quite like it. Thought I should share it on my blog too :) Hope you guys like itI am a gay man, and my wardrobe has only one pink shirt. I don’t wear
flowery patterns or talk home décor with my female colleagues, or tell
them “You should wear red, it looks so darling on you.” I dress in
boring browns and blacks, and don’t feel the Protocoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09587223916641995977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32048040.post-31539729107133077402013-01-02T10:55:00.001-08:002013-04-11T12:08:27.244-07:00Section 377 - the dark law series : Mumbai Pride parade 2008 and Angst of being comfortably numb (part 2)
Pink Floyd might have been happy being comfortably numb. I wasn't. It had been 5 years since Don's death, my shifting out to live alone and being out selectively. A lot had had changed apart from the sword hanging on heads of all those with alternative sexual preference. Like an orange eater being judged in a world where eating apples was the norm, I saw IPC section 377's implication on Protocoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09587223916641995977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32048040.post-26656161869119909982012-02-24T15:50:00.002-08:002012-02-25T05:09:10.972-08:00Section 377 - the law that overshadowed my life (part 1)
It has taken me about a decade to understand it and to learn to live with it. The perennial shadow of being a criminal in my own country for something I might not have acted upon. I am talking about homosexuality or my sexual identity here. Indian Penal Code Section 377 invokes in me a thousand varied emotions and my views may not be significant as I am an average citizen by all norms and not a Protocoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09587223916641995977noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32048040.post-79069762136398720642011-01-20T23:12:00.000-08:002011-01-20T23:17:19.276-08:00Queer Azaadi March Mela 2011Protocoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09587223916641995977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32048040.post-39419226414797196622011-01-08T15:33:00.000-08:002011-01-08T15:42:16.701-08:00Love's many mysteriesYes, I know I am writing after forever and I confess I have all the intentions to be more regular here but sigh ! facebook is eating into my creative self expression big time. So i reserve this space for something more exclusive and particular like the post that's about to follow
Have you ever had one of those moments of epiphany when you see much more into something others just cannot? I have Protocoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09587223916641995977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32048040.post-31426999452080373642011-01-03T06:39:00.000-08:002012-02-11T14:03:51.028-08:00Shikwaa - The regret
के अश्क भर ही आते तो आँखों को क्या गिला था?
एक नमी की परत के इलावा सपनों के नाम पे यहाँ बचा ही क्या है?
के इश्क चढ़ ही जाता तो रातों को क्या गिला था?
एक कमी की शर्त के इलावा अपनों के नाम पे यहाँ बचा ही क्या है?
क़दम मेरे भी वक़्त के साथ जुड़े हैं, बेडी है या बंधन? कटती ही नहीं
सुइयां चलती, दौड़ती हैं और खिचते गिरते मेरे दिन भी चले जाते हैं
गिरफ्त है कोई अनदेखी जो अपने दायरे में मुझे बार हां Protocoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09587223916641995977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32048040.post-14550349808709595472010-07-27T05:16:00.001-07:002010-07-27T05:16:27.122-07:00IT'S GOOD by Phillip Long
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Whatever country or society people live in, they all have the same deep desire: to become happy.Yet, there are few ideals as difficult to grasp as that of happiness. In our daily life we constantly experience happiness and unhappiness, but we are still quite ignorant as to what happiness really is.
A young friend of mine once spent a longProtocoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09587223916641995977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32048040.post-65145200374132348032010-06-11T15:25:00.000-07:002010-06-11T15:25:59.482-07:00Gay Romance Montage #1Protocoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09587223916641995977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32048040.post-89934473120360751462010-06-11T15:18:00.000-07:002010-06-11T15:18:28.517-07:00The Gay Alphabet (HD)Protocoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09587223916641995977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32048040.post-8258512094376311672010-06-11T15:15:00.000-07:002010-06-11T15:15:29.785-07:00Gay Education: I want an indian version soon pleaseProtocoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09587223916641995977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32048040.post-62075763731535085682010-06-03T14:47:00.000-07:002010-06-03T14:47:28.665-07:00low life's loveI do not like my state of mind
I'm bitter, querulous, unkind.
I hate my legs, I hate my hands,
I do not yearn for lovelier lands.
I dread the dawn's recurrent light;
I hate to go to bed at night.
I snoot at simple, earnest folk.
I cannot take the gentlest joke.
I find no peace in paint or type.
My world is but a lot of tripe.
I'm disillusioned, empty-breasted.
For what I think, I'd be arrested.
Protocoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09587223916641995977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32048040.post-29117700593419487902010-05-02T17:11:00.000-07:002010-05-02T17:11:15.580-07:00The game is setIts one of those times, when puzzled by questions that attack me from within every second, I get up to seek answers. The catalyst this time was a conversation with a dear one, a song and sheer overwhelming realisation of the fact that I am turning 30 sooner than I imagined.
Mixed feelings of these incoherent facts and on goings of my random life bring me back to faith again like many times. As aProtocoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09587223916641995977noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32048040.post-88694399852544448902010-03-21T14:20:00.000-07:002012-02-11T14:05:08.705-08:00khwahish
ke hothon se lagke dhuaan hum bhi ho jaayein
teri tishnagi se ek din yun sulag jaayein
rahe bas raakh baaki har baar teri chhuan ke baad
zindagi yunhi teri talab ban hum bitaayeinProtocoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09587223916641995977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32048040.post-23470618849181875452010-03-02T03:04:00.000-08:002010-03-02T03:28:54.632-08:00My name is changeYou can call this a review of My Name is Khan for a lack of any better term but it remains my creative self expression (CSE). This term defines the movie My name is Khan for me.
It is creative self expression of a filmmaker who is growing beautifully into someone who thinks, loves and understands Cinema and its dynamics - Karan Johar. It is CSE of an actor who is making choices now that form andProtocoolhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09587223916641995977noreply@blogger.com0