The girl in the garden

The gentle sunbeam hit my forehead and I forced open my eyes. My head still ached with last night party’s hangover.

A quick glance through the window lead to the discovery of an unknown figure in my garden. I was pretty sure that it was a woman; I couldn’t see clearly so quickly rolled over to get hold of my glasses.

‘Oh! What is this beautiful lady supposed to be doing in my garden?’, I asked myself.

I had no patience to observe her from here, leapt out of the bed and quickly raced out of the door.

There she stood beside the bushes.

Straight out of a fairy tale she seemed to be. Dressed in a simple pink gown with lace detailing, her curly brown locks glistened in the gentle rays of sunlight. With the rising sun just behind her I could barely see her face, but it was perfectly symmetric – oval and tapering towards the chin. That’s all you can expect from an artist. We see shapes.

I squinted to get a better view. Her beauty could put Cinderellas, Rapunzels and Snow Whites to shame. Those eyes seemed to pierce right through me but still had a gentle charm to them. It would take decades describing her beauty as I fell short of adjectives.

‘Who are you? I’ve never seen you around’, I managed to let out a few words out of my mouth.

My astonishment and joy appeared funny to her.

She parted her lips to speak as I felt a sudden jerk on my back. A powerful force threw me to the ground. Another jerk, less powerful this time. I rolled around to have a look.

‘Wake up man’, he said.

‘So you had the same dream today?’, my roommate inquired, trying hard to mask his giggles.

Choice

Never before I had felt this confused.

I had to make a choice. A choice that could alter my life altogether. I wasn’t brave enough to propose to her. Neither did I have the strength to face the thought of losing her.

She had been the light of my life. I hadn’t known her for long, but as they say, depth of the relationship meant more than the duration.

Days kickstarted reading her messages and ended with her talks. I didn’t care about the fact that she was totally different from me.

I had been a below average student all my life and she had been the brightest in the class. She had priorities, I hadn’t even set goals being at the end of my college years. She was extroverted and a lively person who could make the saddest of the lot smile and me, a dull, boring nerd – an endangered species of nerds which hate books. That’s what I thought about myself. Honestly, I would classify as a loser in my life. Mutual interests were just a handful compared to the differences we had. Well, her company did bring minor changes but I wasn’t welcome much of change. I had always had a doubt whether we were ever meant to be.

I always come up with dumb ideas, but they turn the worst when I get lost staring at her. And then I realize I’d been daydreaming. Probably this was the worst one to think of when she stood beside the window, playing with our six-month old baby.

I’m still grateful that I had courage at the end to ask her out; I have this priceless reward to show off for that display of courage. And yes, I DO love her.

The Dark Side of the Rainbow

The last week has been the happiest for supporters and those who are part of same-sex marriages. Rainbow-coloured profile pictures in social networking sites, parades and what not. Although still not accepted worldwide, and certainly unacceptable by many societies around the world, the legalization of same-sex marriages in the 50 states meant much of happiness to the people who supported it.

The legalization has not merely given them the right to get married to a person of their choice but has also given them the freedom to live their life the way they like it and hinted at more acceptable from the society. They are no more considered different and support from the government does a great job in changing the mindsets of the people.

People have shown varied reactions to this law, some supported it while some took advantage of the situation to turn it into a troll. One of the trending ones here was, ‘If you have the guts marry a guy/girl of your choice, let alone same sex marriages.’ And some people don’t even know what they are doing exactly; they think it was some new fun app that layered their current DPs with a rainbow overlay, and others did it just because everyone was doing it. I personally do not think that this act would really make any contribution towards this cause when you hardly know what you’re doing.

Although not accepted in India, same-sex couples do live in India, either hidden from the society or trying to change the way their brain is wired. Few people have gathered the courage to accept their sexuality, and the rising declaration, or um better to say, confessions, have encouraged other hiding souls to show themselves in the daylight. Well, the point of writing this post was not to discuss in detail what is right or wrong about this decision by the US.

A lingering thought came in, and that’s what inspired (actually forced) me to write this. Bad that this hit me when I was in a lecture and later it took me time to get back all those lost thoughts. With the changing times the laws too need to change. For example, here in India women are given greater priority in case of harassment and with the rising number of same-sex lovers violence among men (or towards men, if the man ends up being submissive) would go unnoticed if the laws are not changed. Now feminists would think I’m against them and men would think I’m with them, but sorry, I’d like to support neither completely. It was only recently, after a series of sexual abuse against males, that the definition of sexual abuse was redefined.

To say it right in the face, men in India are afraid of women. Because they have the power to initiate action which can be misused well, and he always has an underlying fear when she would turn this weapon against him. Now this is not against all women, nor do I accept that all men abuse. It is a fraction, including those who accept this abuse considering it a part of relationships and fear to report it due to fear of destroying the institution called family.

Like what Farhan Akhtar says in the Bollywood movie Dil Dhadakne Do, ‘She is only free when she does not require your permission to do what she likes’. The she here seems to be over-emphasized; women now are not to inferior, in fact they are proving themselves to be superior with every passing day.