Its been a while since I last blogged. I was too preoccupied to master my infatuation with the guitar. There is an amazing song "Pani Da Rang" from the movie Vicky Donor, which is a light heart take on the concept of sperm donation revolving between a Punjabi hunk and a Bengali girl.
This movie is a giant leap by John Abraham to pull the mindset of the Indian audiences towards sensitive issues of life.
We Indians are one of the most volatile people in the world. To most of the Indians every pleasure comes with guilt.There are insane mobs of people who are on the prowl for loose tongued celebrities who goof up with their media statements, thus starting a continuous never ending process of dissatisfaction, which one must do away with.
In developed nations, every persons opinion is respected for, irrespective of its practicality or sentimental issues. Indians on the other hand, too inspired from an emotional bollywood, would rather burn tyres and stage a protest for reasons which could include a sly remark on their favorite actor or cricketer.
One of my classmates, called me after ages. We had a incredible long conversation as we recollected
our old days. She finally dropped the bombshell that she was gay.
I was shocked out of my wits. It took me time to absorb the whole nugget of knowledge.
It was then that I realized that unknowingly I had been dragged into considering this issue as a an out of the world alarming situation.
It got me into a guilt trip and got me close to the realization that, it is morally wrong to bring up the topic of sexual orientation.
The world needs to change and try inculcating this practice as a general genuine state of being and not blow it out of proportion.
Amen
It got me into a guilt trip and got me close to the realization that, it is morally wrong to bring up the topic of sexual orientation.
The world needs to change and try inculcating this practice as a general genuine state of being and not blow it out of proportion.
Amen
