An Autumn of Loneliness

It was a night that he can never forget. The equi-spaced 600W sodium vapor bulbs on the roadside were producing some mysterious chrome shades which were blending perfectly with the thick mists of the chilly mid-December night. When the hypnotic night was choking his thoughts, sudden flashes of frames in green were lashing the languid clemency of his mental shape.

Yes. It is painful to be gay and that to when the vigor of your body fails to run in tandem with the sexual hunger of your mind. It was happening to him and his marrow was rotting very fast.

I am talking about the professor from Aligarh Muslim University. A very naive person who had a poignant taste for old Bollywood classics of Mangeshkar, dark Hindi poems of Kolatkar and a daily schedule of cheap rum.

I watched the movie in a multiplex in Raipur where the most elite audiences couldn’t keep their laughter in hide. I went alone since I wanted it in some way, challenge me. However modern and cool I try to shape myself there always comes an iota of apprehension when it comes to interacting with people having a homophilic sexual orientation. I wanted to wash that away.

For the people who haven’t watched the movie, Professor Siras, the protagonist of the movie, was caught and videotaped forcefully by two people who entered his house while he was in some sort of compromising situation with a rickshaw puller.