Saturday, 20 September 2014

Homosexuality in India - What People Need To Know



Being gay in India is no walk in the park. Rather, it’s like walking a tightrope across a canyon, from realization to social and personal acceptance. On one hand, you want to be true to yourself and be content in the person that you are, but you also have to be on constant guard against the fires of hatred and ridicule fuelled by ignorance and bigotry.  It is debilitating, oppressive and crippling, because you are being targeted for something that you have no control over. In this risky and often harrowing strut through life, some manage to dazzle and move forward with panache, white others hide behind inscrutable shrouds and facades, yet others stumble and fall into disgrace.
            The first thing that one needs to understand is what homosexuality is. In the simplest of terms, it involves physical and mental attraction of organisms of the same biological sex, as in a male being attracted to another male and a female being attracted to another female. It is not, as proclaimed by some, an unnatural thing, but something that has been observed and verifiably proven to exist in over 1500 species of organisms in nature. As such, it should be no surprise that homosexuality has been a part of human existence since at least the observable history of humanity. If it was not a natural phenomenon and was just a learnt habit, then how do we explain the existence of decidedly homosexual elements in culture in civilizations as varied as the Greco-Romans, the Aztecs, China, Japan etc? It is clear, if we look at historical evidence in literature and art, that homosexuality was not usually considered a deviation or abomination to social norms in most cultures, but an accepted part of society, which did not need to be addressed especially for scrutiny or discussion. In most instances, it was only after the coming of the Abrahamic religions that homosexuality came to be viewed as a shameful and abnormal thing.
What people fail to realize is that homosexuality is not a sexual ‘preference’ or a choice. It’s not a lifestyle. It is the sexual reality of a person, as much as heterosexuality, pansexuality, bisexuality and asexuality. Though nothing concrete is yet to be established as to what initiates and influences human sexuality and sexual identity, it is fairly evident and generally accepted that it is something beyond one’s conscious control, and is dependent on internal biology as well as certain external stimuli. It is also untrue that homosexuality is a disease, that can be cured with extravagantly idiotic procedures as shock-treatments and exorcism. Just as a heterosexual person is what he/she is, so is the case with people of alternate sexualities.
            It is also necessary to dissociate homosexuals from other sexual minorities like ‘transgender’ and ‘transvestite’.  Gay men and women aren’t people where their mind and body are contradicting in gender identity, or have chosen to change their gender by means of surgery (or want to) because they identify themselves as persons of the opposite gender. Homosexuals are, quite simply, people attracted to individuals of their own gender, rather than the socially accepted ‘norm’ of being attracted to people of the opposite sex. Moreover, it should be noted that not all gay men and women are stereotypes. The only difference between a typical homosexual individual and their heterosexual counterpart is in what they are as sexual beings, and not on their personalities or attitudes towards society etc. It is only a part of their being, and not their whole existence. There is a lot of misconception about what homosexuals are and should be, and how they differ from heterosexuals, in the minds of the common man.  Pop culture hasn’t been particularly accurate or intelligent (or tactful, for that matter) in the portrayal of homosexuals and the truth of their lives, in as ignorant a population as ours. In fact, they have managed to instill and spread ridiculous stereotypes and false impressions about the gay community to the masses. Thanks to the erroneous depictions of gay individuals in popular media like films, television and books (not including the dire discourses of some of the religious ‘intelligentsia’), the public takes it for granted that gay men are supposed to be perennially aroused effeminate people merely a vagina away from being women. (Because let’s face it, there’s nothing worse that can happen to a man in our society than be a woman. wink wink.). A limp wrist, satin shirts in loud colours and prints and exaggerated expressions that would put a soft porn actress to shame, are what makes a gay man – if we are to believe the ever-so-accurate media. Gay men have been used as comic relief in our movies for a long time, with downright insensitive and insulting representations (by straight actors) being paraded around in ghastly ensembles (in which no self-respecting gay man will be caught dead in) without a drop of masculinity in them. While this may be the case with a few individuals, let’s not deny it, an overwhelming majority of gay men aren’t remotely like the idiotic characters we got in such films as Dostana, Partner, Bol Bachchan and Chandupottu. Of course, certain traits commonly associated with the feminine gender are common in gay men and gay culture, but that’s because of a close association and mutual inclusion between the two, and nothing to be looked down upon. What people fail to grasp (and leads them to say “but you don’t look gay!”) is that an average gay guy is just that- an average guy. They all do not hate sports, and they all haven’t mastered the Z-snap. All of them don’t have the fashion sense of Rachel Zoe, and they don’t all universally worship BeyoncĂ© (though that’s a shame). They are just ordinary men, with the same thoughts, the same feelings and insecurities, the same highs and lows and the same wishes as every other person of their gender. I must add that heterosexual people should stop worrying about being hit on by homosexuals, because that’s not happening. No, really. If you’re not attractive to a person of the opposite gender, chances are most homosexuals don’t fancy you either, as that’s just human nature.
            Being gay in India is tough, especially if you’re from a small rural environment. You know that people won’t accept you for who you are, granted that you yourself do first. All your actions have to be carefully calculated as not to reveal your sexuality and thus make you a viable target for ostracism and possible violence. So you either stifle your reality under socially accepted facades of a marriage and negate your whole identity into repression, or lead double lives behind the charade of a family life, while engaging in sexual escapades with others in secret. In the case of such repressed persons, forced as they are by society’s hate and neglect, it often results in cases of sexual indiscretions on strangers in crowded places or back alleys. When they find no other outlet for their frustrated sexual urges, they let it out inappropriately on unsuspecting boys or adolescents, strangers or even relatives. Most gay men simply lead secret lives, away from the prying and judgmental eyes of the public, engaging in covert sexual relations with one or more partners. Matters of monogamy and safe-sex don’t even arise in some situations, because they think it all a waste in a society that views them as unwanted entities. However, a lot of the younger gay men have the freedom, opportunity and courage to come out to accepting persons in their lives and live without the kind of crippling self-doubt and fear that people before them had to go through. It’s also a good thing that many in my generation and younger, particularly the millennials, have shown a particular capacity to be more accepting and open to the realities and variety of human sexuality, than their predecessors. It’s a step in the right direction, though the battle is far from over.
            Having a support group around you is imperative for gay individuals. When all that you are is called wrong and unnatural, and your very existence is negated and neglected, you need to have those few points of light in the dark that can show your naysayers wrong. While most gay individuals in India stay hidden behind thick walls, those few who do come out (or have come out after the landmark decision against Section 377 back in 2007, which was quite unfortunately turned back recently) and are open up about their sexuality, to whatever degree they are comfortable with, have very few venues to share their doubts and queries, and to have an open discussion on matters that only someone from their own sexual orientation can have any idea about. Feeling lost, rejected and dejected is common in homosexuals, because of being told from the start that they are unwanted freaks, undeserving and unlikely of satisfying personal relations in their life. To be able to confide in and lean on at least a few individuals, whether they be parents, friends or members of their own sexuality, can be a life-saver, a beacon in the darkest of nights.
            Recently, I read an article by a bestselling Indian writer in a popular daily, about his thoughts on Section 377, which was on the whole very much in support of the decriminalization of homosexuality in our country, which proudly proclaims itself as the largest democracy in the world. Though a lot of his ideas and his heart were in the right place, certain misconceptions about the queer community was evident in it, evidenced from a request to refrain from flamboyant gay parades and shoving homosexuality down the public’s throat. The LGBTQ pride marches across the globe are not a vehicle to promote any ‘gay agenda’ or to engage in lavish displays of gay lifestyles. It’s just a way to tell the world that they exist, they live they are together and they have a voice, as degraded and ridiculed as they are. It is meant to instil the titular pride in a person’s heart instead of the shame and doubt that they have to bear. It is a way to show solidarity amongst the community and to spread the message to closeted and troubled individuals out there that they are there for you, and things are going to change for good, as they must. It’s an opportunity for heterosexual individuals to show their support for a just cause, and for them to mingle with their fellow beings of alternate sexuality. It is also a way for the LGBTQ to show the general public that they are here, that they are part of the community, and they are just misunderstood and misrepresented.
            It will take time for society to forsake stigmas and accept the LGBTQ community as part of itself rather than a cancerous tumour that ought to be removed, particularly when there are forces at work, social, political and religious, that try to undermine rationality and truth while spreading ignorance. It will, eventually, be possible for people to see that not all gay men are all about sex and the physical acts of pleasure, but are simply people wishing to exist and live as they are, unimpeded and unobjected. I am looking forward to a day when gay people in India won’t have to fear for their life and sanity, have the freedom to love whoever they want and to not have to face the troubles and injustices of this new apartheid.

Monday, 23 June 2014

Ray of Light

Feeling a certain chill....
Those freezing claws creeping closer..
Darkness shrouds my vision...
Blind, deaf and mute I stand.
No reprieve in sight.
A ray of light, I wish for.

Sinners


When love is sin, and we sinners. 
They stare, They point.
I hear them poking fun
at us, the way your fingers
slip into mine, tender.
They balk, They glower.
Murmuring furiously they see you
lean in and rest your head
on my shoulder; I smile. 
They glare, roll their narrow eyes.
Your eyes find mine, and
the depths envelope my being
and my heart glows and grows.
They flush, They spit.
Eyes locked, I lean in
to kiss your sweet lips
and the bliss is ethereal.
But love is sin, and we sinners

Let Me Be


Inside, I exist.
I live, I breathe and I am somebody.
Outside, I'm nothing;
Another link in a discarded chain.
Inside, I have friends,
People to share my dry crumbs with,
A few to laugh and joke around with.
Without, I'd be lonely as a leper.
Inside, I'm the best of cooks,
An excellent man to go to for a tune,
And I can spin a yarn to please them all.
Outside, I'm just another Joe with a ‘past’.
Inside, I have a place.
A part to play, a role to fulfill.
Out there, I become another stranger in the street,
A dark shadow, an eyesore and an unwelcome guest.
So please, I'll stay.
Don't need no parole, no need to go out again.
I'll stay within these high walls, my number my identity,
In my striped overalls, in my cozy cell amongst my people.

Finding My Indianness



“Unity in diversity”. This tagline has been associated with India for as long as I can remember. I was told from childhood that India is a land of rich culture, of varied peoples with unique ideals separate from, and superior to, the rest of the world, living in perfect harmony. I was taught from an early age to think of myself as an Indian- a person who belonged to the list of unnumbered such souls that filled the land from Kanyakumari to Kashmir, Nagaland to Gujarat. I was an Indian, and I should be proud of it. It felt like I was part of a delicious avial, if you will.
            Then I grew up, and went through hours of History, Geography and such wondrous other subjects in school, and realized that India wasn’t, as I was lead to believe, a unified and  internalized concept for longer than perhaps the last 60-70 years ( at least, to its own residents). I learnt of our freedom struggle, how it united the various peoples across the vast subcontinent regardless of age, gender, religion, station and cast. I learnt of the age of kings before, of the Mughals and the Mauryas, the Rajputs and Cheras and the numerous other dynasties that came before and established their strongholds across the country. I came to know about the coming of the Muslim invaders from the Northeast and the arrival of Islam, and the bringing of Christianity through the Southern coast and its influence on the natives. The birth of Mahavira and Sidhartha Gautama and the impact of their ideals and spread of their respective followers were taught to me, and so were the legends of Rama and Krishna and the tales of the great epics. And in all this confusing melee, I realized that there never was a clearly defined nation called India. If there was one, it was just a notion of the people belonging to a few communities alone, and perhaps for the invading armies and other external entities. India was unified whole in the eyes of the Others that kept on coming to her for whatever reasons throughout the centuries; the trading Others, the travelling Others, the plundering Others and finally, the ruling Others. Only after throwing the yoke of British imperialism, that ‘evil Western’ foe of ours that shaped the whole of India’s character since,  was this modern entity of a united India taken shape as it stands today. It is clear that India, Bharath or Hindustan was more a product of exclusion because of its geographical isolation and historical seclusion rather than any other unifying force from within like most, if not all, nation-states in the world. The people between the Himalayas and the southern ocean were Indian, a single entity, no matter what differences the people living therein had. This did nothing to buoy my spirits in finding my Indianness. So apparently, I was Indian because I wasn’t Persian, Chinese, or Russian? That simply would not do.
             Then I turned my attention to finding what made this nation made up of 29 states and 7 union territories ‘India’. What was it that made me an Indian, aside from the fact that I happened to be born here? What it meant to belong to the Indian community, and the celebrated ‘Indian Culture’ that was being paraded around by certain individuals and socio-political agencies, and to find out who didn’t belong to it became my mission. Was it my birth within the political boundaries that made me an Indian?  Or  was it the fact that I belonged to Hinduism (the way of life of the people of Sindhu) or Sanatana Dharma, the prominent and original religion (for lack of better word) of the inhabitants of the Indo-Gangetic plains that defined my Indianness? However, going in that vein would mean that all those people from the other religious denominations here would be excluded as un-Indian, which I knew to be simply stupid. Therefore, I discarded that approach. Then I thought that may be my dark skin, dark hair and dark eyes were a sign of my innate Inidanness, because that was what I saw as a common feature among the people I knew. But that meant the fair-skinned, or rather “wheat-complexioned” northerners and the mongoloid descendants of the Northeast were not Indian on my scale. Absurd, I know. So I threw that measure out the window. I knew language could never be a measure of Indianness, because India had 22 scheduled languages (to my knowledge) and innumerable dialects. I mean, my mother tongue was Malayalam, and I could not have a real conversation with someone just 150km to my east, unless I tried Hindi or English. So unless Hindi, the “Northern” language, or English, the language of the “Foreigners”, were taken as a common denominator, I was screwed out of my Indianness. That was a no-go. Unsurprisingly, I was very disheartened at this point, because I was running out of criteria to justify my Indianness. What was that elusive thing that made me undoubtedly Indian? What was that unifying factor that made not just me and a few other handful, but the whole 1.2 Billion people who called this land their home, unquestionably Indian? I didn’t know. I was baffled. I mean, when somebody said ‘American’, the images that came to my mind were fat white people in tight t-shirts or scantily–clad girls doing the duckface, or beer-chugging frats yelling racist slurs. Or the cast of FRIENDS. When thinking of the British, the image of the Queen, Harry Potter and red buses crowded my mind, peopled by pale people who spoke posh English. China meant exotic colours, an inscrutable script and sweet, short people with fierce pride in their culture. Japan was a technological haven filled with smart, albeit sex-obsessed, people of mongoloid features. Africa meant dark shapes and a rich variety of cultures. But whenever I thought of India, there never was the same image that came to mind. Most times, it was the sights and sounds of Kerala, my first love. There were also the wheat-fields of the North, the distant, almost alien Himalayas, the graceful shapes of Bharathanatyam dancers as well as Katrina Kaif doing the lavani. My mother in the temple with the jasmine in her hair was India for me, my friend Annu in her Punjabi salwar too, as much as the Juma Masjid in Delhi meant India to me. Krishna and Radha were as much Indian to me as two of my guy friends having a tender moment were. All of these often conflicting images were what made my vision of India. Different colours and different shades, each different from the other, yet one seeping into the other seamlessly.
            Nevertheless, lately, I have seen a drastic change in the perception of what an Indian is. There seems to be no more space for pluralism. An Indian ‘has’ to be a certain way, or so some people would have you believe. Especially during this election season, I came across many people, including quite a few of my friends and relatives, who were all for “restoring India” and “protecting the Indian culture from alien forces of contemptible intentions”, though no one seemed particularly bothered to define what they meant by this ominous pronouncement. What I gleaned from all the zealous talk was that they intended to ward off  evil Western influences like capitalism, Christianity, Islam, homosexuality, brand culture, Pop music etc and preserve the original Indian culture or something of the sort. It didn’t take me long to find the folly of these ideas. What these persons were propagating was a sectarian, restrictive version of cultural identity that wasn’t Indian at all. In the guise of Hindu principles, apparently because India was after all a Hindu nation after the partition, the ideas being paraded around were extremely narrow, outdated concepts, in the similar vein the Westboro Baptist Church used the Christian faith to spread deluded judgments. True, the Hindu culture was indeed the more ancient of the many cultures that flourished in the subcontinent, but the fact was, it too was an ever-evolving entity, never a constant, stagnant notion like it was being labeled. The culture of India as it stands today was undeniably the product of the many internal and external forces that acted upon the people and their lives over the past few thousand years. The coming of Islam, the varying Sultanates in Delhi, the arrival of Vasco da Gama and the other Western traders and rulers, the spread of Christianity through Missionaries in most of India and the first wave of Christianity in Kerala, the numerous invasions by Eastern and Northwestern tribesmen, the unique geographical and cultural canvas of each part of India; all these ingredients added to the melting pot that was (and is) India to form this most multicultural of societies in the world.
            Indian Culture, as I see it, is an ever-changing, constantly mutating concept grounded in the ancient Vedic traditions, which simply cannot be defined by any of the conventional parameters. Why so? Because there is no such thing as a unified “Indian Culture” that defines a representative “Indianness” for its multicultural people. It is a set of unique micro-cultures spread across its vast landscape, different from each other in distinct and original ways, yet having certain shared threads here and there that give it a semblance of unity. Because of its unique position; sheltered on the North by the greatest mountains in the world (almost like The Wall in Westeros) and the Bay of Bengal, Arabian Sea and Indian Ocean on the East, West and South respectively, India has had a rather secluded existence. Sure, many other cultures have come and gone, but none have managed to truly eradicate the native traditions of the landmass, and have instead ingratiated themselves to the original vibrant symphony, shows the fact that the variety and multiplicity of cultures in India is its greatest asset as a society. It is rich, varied and unique in ways no other culture in the world is, and it is all thanks to the ability of the prevalent customs, traditions and cultures to readily appropriate and adapt foreign elements into it and thus replenish and refurbish its existence. A devout Malayali Syrian-Christian is as much an Indian as an atheist Bengali who nevertheless celebrates the Durga-Puja for its cultural value.
            As we all know, regional differences and conflicts are immediate to us than any other potential threat, unless it’s a Cricket match. We are all either Tamilians, or Christians, or Dalits inside, but the ‘Indian’ within us all awakes when the threat is external. It is the elusive Other that unites us, that grants us our Indianness. Our religious and cultural canvas is much to varied to be titled as ‘Indian’ at one go among ourselves. Our culture, in truth, is a smorgasbord of micro-cultures haring tenuous tendrils as binds, each similar and dissimilar to the one next to it in unique and unpredictable ways. The white Chatta-Mundu clad nasrani women of Kerala are as Indian as the devout, effervescent Konkani Christians of Goa.  
            So why this clamour to ‘preserve’ a non-existent thing? Is it a fear of change? Is it plain selfishness , an unwillingness to realize the fact that one’s ideas and beliefs have become outdated and archaic? I don’t know.
            What India is, is a multi-cultural potpourri surviving, indeed thriving, because (and not in spite) of its pluralities. It is because of the array of influences, adaptations and assimilation throughout the ages that India is the most heterogeneous culture in the world. It is when homogeneity is forced upon its people; whether linguistic, cultural, religious or racial, that there is discord and disharmony. Negation of its multiplicities is refuting its rich history and identity. Being Indian is all about being many things at once and be fine with it. It is being a Hindu teenager who thinks in English, but speaks Malayalam, wearing a ‘Lamb of God’ T-shirt, while enjoying a meal of spicy Chinese noodles with a Muslim or Christian classmate, clad in a traditional churidar and believes that evolution is a myth. That, is what being Indian is all about. It means being many things yet transcending them. That is my Indianness.