So this year I had the privilege to participate in the Annual Delhi Queer Pride parade and it indeed was a privilege. Just days before the parade I got to meet a friend of mine who had been participating in the parade since its inception. He told me how then he had to wake up at three in the morning to make sure he’s not on any of the papers. Well that was like five or six years ago. We’ve moved on. India and Indians have evolved (except for the Supreme Court who over-rid the July 2009 verdict of High Court re-criminalizing homosexual acts last December ). And that said I obviously was absolutely elated when I got to know about the parade this year. It was a Sunday and I had my last exam that very same day from 12 to 2. I finished the paper as soon as possible and just ran towards the Metro Station. Thankfully I had company. One of my curious juniors joined me for the parade. He made friends too. It was just amazing. But obviously the “Pride Parade” or just “Pride”as we often refer to it isn’t just about recreation. Every year there happens to be a theme or a social stigma that we as a community try to get done with and this time it was “Pride Kyun?” or “Why Pride?”. I’ve mentioned in my previous posts about how people often come up to me saying, “Well we don’t have a straight Pride parade!”
|Copyright: Ankur Mondal Photography
So I met this guy who came up to me asking questions about the community and I was really keen on helping him out until he started being a perv and I learned my lesson.
Apart from the fact that Pride is a place where for once we all get to be together and for all those who’re still not out, this can definitely be a support and a major eye-opener. But other than that there are some things that I feel Pride is all about:
1. Because for that one day I want to celebrate the defeat of the dreadful closet and proclaim it to the world that *I AM*
2. Because for once we can all come together and tell the Judiciary that we’re not a minuscule minority and my right to practice love is none of your business.
3. Because I’m not scared. Not anymore.
Just after Pride happened, Goa happened to me and it was such a moving experience. Besides the fact that I had so much fun, I felt like Goa was this crucial filter that had to happen in order to better understand who my friends really are and to really in the truest sense of the word understand why I should be preserving my own ego and not let myself be used. For the most part of my school life I was picked on (which I surely wouldn’t complain about) and I really didn’t have the kind of friends that I could always hang-out with. It was just confusion all around. It bothered me in the beginning, but then I started learning to be immune to it. I might as well look at it as “My ego is big enough to NOT be blown away by your mindless blabber.” But in some ways I really stopped being bothered about all those things that I now feel that I should’ve been bothered about. In a lot of ways it is best to turn a deaf ear to all such ridicule, but sometimes I wouldn’t wanna sit there and watch. You can’t shoot me and ask me to not bleed! #SarcasmOnly
|Family portrait. #GOA|