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30 Nosey Things you may(n’t) want to know about me…

5 Jun

This once again goes to prove that I blab a lot. Simple questions. Not-so-simple answers.

1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought? Hmm… density seems ok.

2. How much cash do you have in your wallet right now? Rs. 1150 (and no Credit Card!). God Bless ATMs!

3. What’s a word that rhymes with DOOR? Bore. I am… (Bored)

4. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone? Maa… Sigh! So predictable!

5. What is your favorite ring tone on your phone? Mar Jawan. It starts really nicely (Piano piece!) And some James Blunt tracks!

6. What are you wearing right now? Checked Jockey Boxers…

and denims and an army green T-shirt.

7. Do you label yourself? Yep. A rebel. A Drama Qu.. King.

8. Name the brand of the shoes you’re currently own? Puma. I choose not to be part of Mass Hysteria and fads, but the sister forced them on me. I also wear Woodlands sometimes, though. And nice Leather Dress Boots (unbranded, from South Ex). And Reeboks to the gym.

9. Bright or Dark Room? Oh, Dark… any given day! Romantic. Eerie. Sublime. Divine.

10. What do you think about the person who took this survey before you? Chandu? One lucky bitch. But a bit of a nut. Pakka Delhi-ite, without being a born Delhi-ite.

11. What does your watch look like? Metallic. Casio. Maa picked up from Dubai.

12. What were you doing at midnight last night? Consuming a third kind of Alchohol from my cousin’s glass. First Bacardi, then Whiskey and then some Breezer. And this was at an Uncle’s place! I’m going to be reminded constantly of that evening, for the years to come. And I wasn’t even high!

13. What did your last text message you received on your cell say? “Hey, I’m glad we met. We should do this more often. Hope you weren’t late for lunch.”
No, it wasn’t a date!
But yes, I met someone new.

14. What’s a word that you say a lot? Phuck. Except that the Ph is an F. Oh, and it’s mostly preceeded by a “What the…”
That, and “Shut up”. Picked that up from the sister.

15. Who told you he/she loved you last?(please exclude spouse , family, children) Sigh! Either Tanuja or Hagatha or Alika. All girls. Hmph!

16. Last furry thing you touched? My cousin’s (though I’d rather call him a nephew, because he’s younger than all my nephews, but that’d mean my uncle was my cousin!) stuffed toys. Dogs, Bears, an Elephant. And the last living furry thing would probably be… my cousin’s dog I guess. I like dogs 🙂

17. Favourite age you have been so far? 21. It’s been a good few months. Otherwise, eighteen I guess. Or maybe when I was one. Because I remember so little, it’s better than all the other ages that I didn’t like so much between then and when I turned Eighteen.

18. What was the last thing you said to someone? Umm… I talk far too much to be able to remember that. The last significant thing I said must’ve been “Hell no, I won’t have any fries.” But I still had some 😛

19.The last song you listened to? “Jugni” from Oye Lucky Lucky Oye. Not out of choice. Otherwise, “Volare” by Gypsy Kings on my Pod.

20. Where did you live in 1987? I didn’t. Was yet to be born. Though if I’m a reincarnation, then I was probably in London. Though probably at least a 100 years old, because I’m sure my former self lived through at least some of the Colonization. And I was probably part of it, which would explain my being gay in this lifetime. (Ouch. I know. But hey, it’s not easy!)

21. Are you jealous of anyone? Yep, of all people abroad, committed, with straight hair, with hair, with loads of cash, with successful careers that they enjoy, with rich and handsome husbands and so on and so forth.

22. Is anyone jealous of you? I hope so. I hope everyone’s jealous of me. But I know everyone isn’t. I hope at least a few are.

23. Name three things that you have on you at all times? Phone, wallet, iPod.

24. What’s your favourite town/city? Paris, London, NY, SF… and I haven’t been to any of them!

25. When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone on paper and mailed it? I don’t recall at all. Don’t know if I ever did, acutally. I’ve been on a computer before I knew what “gay” means. And before I knew what “pontificate” means. Except that I still don’t know what “pontificate” means.

26. Can you change the oil on a car? Can anyone change the oil on a car??

27. Your first love/big crush: what is the last thing you heard about him/her? Was a girl! (I know. Third standard. Phase of denial. Or lack of awareness of sexual diversity.) Haven’t heard anything about her, except that she was allegedly a childhood bestfriend’s former bestfriend. Except that I bet that’s what he thinks, and she probably didn’t like him at all. I know, I’m a bit of a bitch. But I’m still better than Britney Spears.

Okay, I didn’t mean that. I don’t really dislike Britney. Have no opinion of her, actually.

28. Does anything hurt on your body right now? Nope. Thank god for that. My feet were aching a lot last night, though. What a silly question. What were you hoping to hear anyway??

29.What is your current desktop picture? Silhouette of a tree with a cloudy background, and the sun playing hide and seek with the clouds. Took it on a lovely evening, in college. With my crappy Phone Cam. Came out amazing though!

30. Have you been burnt by love? Umm… I guess not. And that I’ve answered this question as I have goes to prove that I CAN avoid exaggeration. Ha!

Everyone’s who reads this is tagged. Except Chandni. I don’t like her anymore. She knows my name and she won’t tell me how!

Feeling Test-y

5 Jul
It appears I got the exact same results as FlyGye, who’s blog introduced me to the test…

I must confess I took the second one, a second time before I settled. The outcome of the first test was far too horrifying and disturbing!

Les dix révélations

3 Jul

So I got tagged, for the first time ever on this blog! Thank you Sammy!

So the rules are simple! 10 confessions about yourself… random facts, fancies or preferences! Tag another 10 individuals, and let them know!

10 random facts? Wow! I’ve never had the opportunity to be so confessional! Well, I won’t be absolutely uninhibited, that’s for sure! I shall take some time to get there, but yes, at least I can say that I’m gay!

1. I’m paranoid about what others think of me! It has to be a good impression! Which is why I feel uncomfortable around guys who speak to me in Hindi! Especially if they crack a joke in that language, and I feel the need to reciprocate it!
I usually smile stupidly in return and run as fast as I can from the scene. Occasionally, I gather all the courage within me and make an attempt to reciprocate, but inevitably, something silly and accented comes out, and I have to run away from there anyhow. That’s also the reason why I would not want to engage in conversation with someone far older or younger than I am. What if I cannot make good conversation? What if he/she considers me dull? Immature? YIKES!

Ever heard of the famous saying, “If you can’t impress them, confuse them!”? Well, I don’t agree with it. I am only satisfied with impressing.

2. The occasional friend says that I’m popular (“You’re the most famous person in the batch!”, “*coughsuperstarcough*”) and that I’m known to nearly everyone. I shush him or her and refuse to acknowledge it, but am in fact full of glee. Hey, it’s nice to be famous! And I swear I never make an effort towards standing out! But hey, people simply notice this guy who is insistent on speaking in English, always says or does something out-of-the-ordinary etc. etc. but nothing contemptible, hopefully. If I stood out for the wrong reasons, then I wouldn’t be on pally terms with nearly everyone, right? They’d only point fingers and laugh!

But is it nice to be famous because of reasons that arise from your “queerness”? At least, that’s why I think it happens. Not that I strut around or cross-dress or anything, but because (or as I believe) my sexuality makes me feel super-comfortable around girls. I have no qualms in starting a conversation with one, and strike an amazing rapport, instantly becoming popular with the entire lot; which makes me a cause of envy amongst the menfolk. If only I could tell them that it didn’t matter so much since I was gay! Meh! I’d rather they envied me, than despised me! 🙂

3. In the past one year, my Homo-quotient has risen nearly 200%. I’ve suddenly started caring to death about what I’m wearing, how I look, what qualities I want in a boyfriend, how I cannot wait to be working in a nice large metropolitain and becoming a part of its gay scene. I ponder over ways to embrace my sexuality and still be a part of the society (if that’s possible) and hope to bring some change in society.

Yes, I’ve suddenly developed an immense fondness for purchasing clothes. My wardrobe has witnessed growth to the tune of 150%, so have the clothes that I discarded from it! I’m paranoid about maintaining a suitable hair-style, eliminating any amount of hair-loss that may occur. I am becoming selective with my toiletries, obsessed with losing weight and toning up. I constantly scan the internet for queer-news, leave comments whenever possible, and started this blog to show the world that yes, even gay people are real.

4. I relish success. I never admit to it. So when there are victories, small and large, I suppress my glee and only allow the smallest smile to show. On the inside, I sing and dance. Moreover, I dismiss that victory as not worthy of mention, asserting the importance of more vital matters of life (none of which matter too much at that point in time, especially to me). Some may call it hypocritical behaviour. I call it an art, quite similar to that which Jack taught Barry in an episode of Will&Grace (the one with the Fund-Raiser) of how to crack a joke while looking bored, as if it is something you do all the time.

5. I’ve become choosy about underwear, off late. It must fall in either of 2 categories… Sexy or Slutty. Sexy includes and solely comprises of Jockey Boxers. Slutty is reserved to Jockey Elance, the closest one can come to a thong without actually buying one. Now all that’s left is losing a few kgs to look Sexy or Slutty (or both) in them.

6. At times, I consider myself amongst the most mentally mature people in the world, only surpassed by people who would make it to the 9’o’clock news on NDTV. Yes, I consider myself more mature than my own parents, irrespective of what they may opine on the issue. I consider it shameful that they still fail to treat me like an adult.

I attempt to base every judgement of mine on logic and reason, and take special initiative to avoid any component of “morality” in my thought-process, that(morality) which I find synonymous to hypocrisy, bigotry and anarchism.

7. Sometimes, I fear that the person that I will have my first long-term-relationship with is someone I am acquainted with already. That would take away the entire aura of Mystery Man, the thrill of meeting someone new, particularly since nobody that I know presently (and suspect to be queer) fits the equation of Mister Perfect. Or at least, none that I every see crossing paths with in my lifetime.

8. I have a fascination for the west, western culture, westerners. It is not a preference, but an orientation. Sometimes, I wonder if it arises out of a complex. Other times, I believe I’ve come out of the wrong womb. I know that most people would consider it quite sick, but irrespective of all, I consider it innate, and I wish I could change it, just as I wish I could change my sexual orientation; but I cannot. Nonetheless, I can totally imagine myself loving and living with an Indian, giving him my entire loyalty and devotion (should he be willing to do the same). At the same time, the prospects of a commitment with a westerner are bright, should I find one who is willing to “be” a good offer.

9. I’m a little intimidated by straight men who are strangers. It is only when I can establish myself superior to them in some significant way(s) that I can be comfortable around them. It’s weird. It’s me.

10. Once, a close friend of mine who was using my laptop, chanced upon the “website” on my browser history. She didn’t speak to me of it then, but messaged me over it that evening. I lied, saying it came up as spam. She, amusingly, bought it, in spite of noticing that it had been accessed via a proxy server!

I’ve come out to her now, but I find it outrageous that someone who came so close to finding me hiding in the closet, failed to do so in spite of knowing me so well.

It is as if she opened the closet door and saw me standing in there. She asked me what I was doing inside it, and I said “I’m not inside it” and she believed what I said, shut the door and walked away!


So now comes the tagging part. Well, it appears everyone I know here has been tagged, so I’m just going to come back and add anyone who may have escaped my notice. Cheers!


Okay, found one!

FlyGye, you’re it! And your Bebe too, if he’d be willing to yield!