A very desi (Indian) gay man living in-between New Delhi and New York.
Well the blog isn't really a secret one, but the reason I chose 'underground' in the title? - So that I can live in the illusion that I try to be a little discreet about my perpetually high libido
I remember I saw you
the first time in a Youtube video. Just another celebrity crush I guess. I
obsessed about you. I obsessed about going to Tihar and fantasized about
meeting you as your lawyer. To see deep into your eyes, feel your (supposed)
pain and touch you while quoting obscure penal sections on sedition. I imagined
your deep husky voice wrapping me.
After that my regular visits
to JNU (Jawaharlal Nehru University) became……sexual visits to JNU. Random
streets for me started acquiring intimacy. Silly administrative block steps became
potential PDA spots. One afternoon, I finally saw you. I saw you lying down on
a sofa, with your head on your girlfriend’s lap and I recalled countless boys I
had fantasized about before and how their girlfriends were always the Komolika
to my Kausauti Zindagi Ki. You casually looked up, saw me for one second and
continued on with your life.
The moment I left the
room, I imagined how you would leave the room. You would think who that boy
was, why he left you with a sense of familiarity, that you wanted to feel that
familiarity by calling out to me, by touching my hand…. That was the day when I
finally got interested in JNU politics. I started looking for sexual undertones
in every slogan of yours. I started noting the difference of the tone of your
voice whenever you said ‘hum kya chahte’, never mind what came after that.
The second time I saw
you was in your hostel. You didn’t notice me this time. My eyes followed you
around the room. Funny thing about standing out because of your sexuality is
that even though people see you, they unsee you. They avoid your eyes. They
don’t look into you the way you look into them. You didn’t care. I had to
pretend that I was there for the cause and not for you. I had to appear
confident when you asked for donation for your party.
Over the years, it has
become so easy to look for familiarity in strangers. It has become so easy to
fall in love with strangers. To have a parallel world running inside me, solely
motivated by my desires for you. Where you will love me, touch me, fuck me….not
reject me. The next time you noticed me, you saw me. Not for me, but for the
way I looked. You had that smile. The smile I saw on countless boys in school
and college and continue to see on strangers in metro, streets. The smile which
makes me look away. The smile which tells me that I don’t belong here. The
smile which tells me that I should be made fun of. I pretended that I didn’t
notice. While walking away I imagined you standing up for me in front of your
friends. I imagined you running behind me, tapping me on my back, and I turn
and you say ‘aapko yahan maine pehle bhi dekha hai’. I smile and I say no and I
walk away. I leave you wanting more.
I came close to you in
another rally. I was drunk. I walked close to you. I subtly leaned forward and
smelled you. God! You smelled better than I thought you would. I could taste
the heaviness of your sweat. I could feel the fabric of your kurta touching your
skin. I saw your sweat covering your back. I saw those droplets shaped like
someone had scratched your back in a moment of ecstasy. I followed you the
I felt good. No, really
I did. This time I didn’t run any scenarios through my head. This time I walked
away, thinking about the smell of your sweat.
I only imagined you
falling in love. I only imagined my non-familiarity to your love.
Jawaharlal Nehru University (JNU), Delhi - September 2016
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