When I finished browsing through this heavy pink-covered hardcover book that has Paolo Sergio de Castro’s image on the front – who died of AIDS and the book is dedicated to him – with “wish you were here” in golden color, I was overwhelmed with emotions. These 128 pages, cover to cover, carries the making of someone; multiple landscapes that change as abruptly as does the subjects of assessment of Sunil. Continue reading Sunil Gupta’s Photo-Memoir “Wish You Were Here” Celebrates Not Only a Personal Life, But a Queer Movement
Was it a winter soiree where we met? Or did you ask for a light? How did we meet? I’m browsing through the remains of our memory In different compartments… All the time I floundered this chunk of memory I was reminded of our walks – an evening stroll On Max Mueller Marg We both walking hand-in-hand You will always have a sweaty palm, And … Continue reading United – Post 377
Bill Hayes’ Insomniac City: New York, Oliver, and Me is a tale, an autobiography, a portrait of New York and its citizen, a search for home – in a person or in a city; it may be one of them or all of them. It’s difficult to review such a rare book. It’s a potpourri of thoughts translated immediately as if it will lose its … Continue reading Insomniac City: My Personal Favorite and His Boyfriend
It doesn’t feel like home; my body reeks of your love, and your body odour, it revives those winter nights we spent, naked, warm in your bed. I imitate your laugh, once a while, in office, I try to be sane & sorted but actually I’m failing to be like you, to adopt your indifference to love. I feel hurt that I exposed my emotional … Continue reading A Song With No Lyrics
हैरान होता था जब बार बार ऐसे सपने से आते थे की अमृता प्रीतम कुछ कह रहीं हैं मुझसे, मुझसे? कहाँ वो रूहानीयत की मूरत और मैं बेग़ैरत इंसान । पर अच्छे से याद है “आज वारिज शाह नूं “, “साहिर “, और “इमरोज़”। ….. लगता था की वो बगावत थी या सिर्फ रूह की आवाज़ को सुनने वाली, इक पंजाबन। पता नहीं, पर जबसे … Continue reading Amrita Pritam: Her Poems, My Life and Love
Having watched this movie a couple of months ago (I don’t know if it’s over a year) at Siri Fort Auditorium, I’m reflecting on it today. I do not know if I was triggered by something in particular but living and dying have been my favourite subjects for overthinking. So, I thought to write something about it in context to the movie. At this point, … Continue reading Mukti Bhawan: Death Has Meaning Too!
These memories do not let me sleep. I try to avoid thinking about you but you bounce back like a cork pushed down in a glass tumbler. You have hurt me, but they say that that I’ve done to myself. I don’t know if I’m or they’re right. But in any case, it’s my hurt which is bearing the pain. Yes, pain. You came into my … Continue reading Saudade