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Bloodless Bonds

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My mother’s birthday this year was marked by an unexpected quietude, a dullness that seemed to mirror the heavy skies outside. The entire family fell ill on the 19th of August, succumbing to a cold that my brother-in-law, Ishan had unwittingly brought home. Yet, amidst the joyful chaos of Raksha Bandhan, I scarcely noticed the symptoms creeping in—the slight irritation in the throat, the persistent cough that would soon bind us all in shared discomfort.

The evening brought more than just a physical malaise; it delivered a letter, one that would stir the already murky waters of my mind. It spoke of an interpersonal upheaval, a situation that demanded a careful, measured response. My mother’s birthday, which should have been a day of celebration, was instead consumed by the task of writing a long reply, addressing concerns that cut deeper than the cold we all shared.

As I penned my thoughts, I couldn’t help but reflect on the words of my younger bua. She had always resented the part of me that placed the needs and happiness of those I love above the wants of my family. Her words, often delivered with a mix of frustration and prophecy, echoed in my mind: “Family is all that matters. One day, you will be abandoned by those who are not bound to you by blood.” 

Tonight, in the solitude of reflection, I realize that there are few in my life who share my belief that love, not blood, is what truly binds us. My partner of 24 years is one such person. He made the difficult choice to leave his family in order to live authentically, true to his own sexuality. Despite the distance, he continues to fulfill the demands they place upon him, yet in his heart, he counts me as his immediate and most important family. This bond, forged in love and not in blood, is the bedrock of our lives.

I know that life has a way of testing our convictions, and it may be that the faith I have placed in a few dear souls will, over time, be worn down by the relentless march of circumstances. But even in the face of potential disillusionment, I hold fast to the belief that love transcends the ties of kinship. My own father, the one who should have been a natural ally by virtue of blood, was the greatest contradiction to this notion. His hatred toward me, and my subsequent indifference toward him, stands as a testament to the fallacy that blood alone can sustain a relationship.

In the end, all I can do is remain true to my own belief system. Even if the road is fraught with missteps and misplaced trust, I would rather walk it with the hope that love, in all its forms, is the truest foundation for any relationship.

Only Time

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Who can say where the road goes? Where the day flows? Only time.  

And who can say if your love grows as your heart chose? Only time.

I switched on Enya as my mind needed to stop its whirlwind, and this was the first song that played. These are the first lines that were sung to me.

I’ve had a tough week. Sunday was chaos, with an old relationship breaking down. It’s a trying time when you see all that you built over decades diminish in a few minutes.

Depression set in around that time. And the week has not been kind. I had a small accident with my new car. Then I had a revelation with a partner that made me realise that everything changes with time.

Irrespective of what Shakespeare said about the alteration of love, I know that there are graver and more terrible things out there: the crashing of identity, the mislabelling of gender, the murders in the name of love, and the genocide in the name of religion. But I guess every moment in time has its devastation.

We paint a kinder picture of our childhood, but I know that I had terrible trauma in those years too. They made me who I am today. This Blanche Dubois who wishes to be the modern-day Stella but fails—all the time.

Those lanterns I keep putting on the harsh bulbs of life keep burning up. And any moth, that comes close, burns. Like I burn—irrespective of all the light around me.

I am caught up in this pain that seems to abate and make me think that it’s over. But something happens with the people that I count on and it all comes crashing around me.

Saurabh came to meet me after two years. He came up to me as I went to greet him at the door. He said, “Oh my god, you look so good. You look lovely.” And I burst into tears. I couldn’t stop crying. I wept for minutes in his arms.

I suppose it’s a build-up of pain and fury at the world around me. I try to overcome this weight of being needed and wanted. This weight where I find myself comparing my character, my body, my passion, my ability, my longing to the ones around me. The weight of finding myself short in every aspect because I see myself through other people’s eyes.

I’m not macho enough. I’m not handsome enough. I’m not intelligent enough. I am not kind enough. I am not capable enough. It goes on and on—these thoughts that harass my mind and create this incredible surge of helplessness.

I can’t bear to show this. I can’t bear to keep this hidden. Then there is the ridicule of the tears. Will I be judged for them? Aren’t men not supposed to weep? Rowling would say it’s not man enough, I suppose. My tears as a man wouldn’t be real for her. Would they? But then who even is she to me in the larger scheme of things? But won’t my mother count in this scheme? My best friend? My lover?

Then Saurabh comes in. He lashes out at every insecurity and sees me. I weep. 

377

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I have been a part of the gay community since ’98. I know all there is to know about Article 377. There were three judgements passed on 377 – one in 2009, one in 2011 and one in 2018. The last of which was brilliant and removed the criminalisation of CONSENSUAL sex between two adults irrespective of gender.

Section 377 is a British colonial penal code that criminalized all sexual acts “against the order of nature”. The law was used to prosecute people engaging in oral and anal sex along with homosexual activity.

As per the Supreme Court Judgement since 2018, the Indian Penal Code Section 377 is used to convict non-consensual sexual activities among homosexuals with a minimum of ten years imprisonment extended to life imprisonment. In its ruling, the Supreme Court stated that consensual sexual acts between adults cannot be a crime, deeming the prior law “irrational, arbitrary and incomprehensible.”

In 2018, the Supreme Court decriminalised consensual sex amongst homosexual couples.

But Section 377 was retained in the IPC, criminalising sexual offences against animals, men, and transgender individuals.

On August 11 this year, the government introduced three criminal law bills in the Lok Sabha to revamp the criminal justice system and replace the Indian Penal Code, Indian Evidence Act, and Code of Criminal Procedure.

The bills were then referred to the Parliamentary Standing Committee on Home Affairs, and after several rounds of discussions, the Committee suggested changes, including the retention of Section 377 in BNS.

The three bills were withdrawn by the Union government earlier this week, citing that they will be reintroduced with revisions. However, the new draft of BNS has no mention of Section 377.

Lawyer and rights activist Aravind Narrain said that the new Bill need not retain Section 377, but that a new provision must be introduced as part of the laws on rape to criminalise sexual offences against men and transgender individuals.

“The present rape laws only cover rape against women. The aim is to cover this gap and make rape against all persons an offence. Therefore, a new provision criminalising rape against all persons, not just women, must be brought in. This would cover everyone who faces sexual violence,” Aravind told TNM.

Just goes to show that most people don’t think that “real men” don’t get raped. And if they do, then asking for justice is not the way to go. “Be a man” and keep it all in. Sigh. I can’t even call it misandry. Just an appalling defeat of human rights.