It was nice sunny Sunday morning. I got up from the bed, and found whole world to be quite awake. (As usual it was 10:30 a.m.)
I start doing what I do only once in a week. (No not a face message but reading the complete news paper. Because its only Sunday times that I find worth reading).
And there I read news of 2 Orissa tribal girls (cousins) getting married with the approval of their elders. After much of the difficulties (like the girls running away) their parents not only agreed but also got them married.
Even though they weren’t able to read this particular article, they showed nothing but a mature sensibility towards such situation.
But just few thousand miles away you find this place called Mumbai, symbol of true liberation. Yeah right.
To prove this right, I have to go back in the time (few months back). It was Andheri sports complex, GIR concert. The air was chilled and filled with marijuana. The crowd began to settle on the ground as some Swedish band ‘freak kitchen’ was playing some lousy music. One of the guys I was with had actually dozed off (yes, despite few thousand watts speaker placed couple of meters away).
I hear few guys sitting beside me getting suddenly amused (no not because of the band because they were being consistent). I tried to see who was the object of their amusement and found a couple sitting in front of me getting too cozy with each other. I thought why would this attract such an attention at a place like this. Its only when the guys got abusive with their comments that I found it was actually 2 guys.
Oh wow! Look how far have we come.
I start doing what I do only once in a week. (No not a face message but reading the complete news paper. Because its only Sunday times that I find worth reading).
And there I read news of 2 Orissa tribal girls (cousins) getting married with the approval of their elders. After much of the difficulties (like the girls running away) their parents not only agreed but also got them married.
Even though they weren’t able to read this particular article, they showed nothing but a mature sensibility towards such situation.
But just few thousand miles away you find this place called Mumbai, symbol of true liberation. Yeah right.
To prove this right, I have to go back in the time (few months back). It was Andheri sports complex, GIR concert. The air was chilled and filled with marijuana. The crowd began to settle on the ground as some Swedish band ‘freak kitchen’ was playing some lousy music. One of the guys I was with had actually dozed off (yes, despite few thousand watts speaker placed couple of meters away).
I hear few guys sitting beside me getting suddenly amused (no not because of the band because they were being consistent). I tried to see who was the object of their amusement and found a couple sitting in front of me getting too cozy with each other. I thought why would this attract such an attention at a place like this. Its only when the guys got abusive with their comments that I found it was actually 2 guys.
Oh wow! Look how far have we come.
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Oh Yeah. We can't hold hands and kiss or even walk arm in arm unless it's with a person of the same sex. So we can do homosexual cuddling. But not much else.
Oh Yeah. We can't hold hands and kiss or even walk arm in arm unless it's with a person of the same sex. So we can do homosexual cuddling. But not much else.
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