Thank You, India

2 07 2009

Holy Sappho! The news this morning was enough to wake this slumbering blog! I can’t believe it. India has legalized homosexuality. I’ve taken a bet with Broom as of this morning that India will legalize gay marriage before the United Sates does now. She is skeptical (and secretly hopeful that she’ll lose the bet). I’m hopeful (and secretly skeptical).  That basically sums up our relationship, I just realized.  When Broom woke up this morning her inbox was flooded with emails about the news and from well-wishers. She woke me up and I knew it was something big because the tone in her voice was like a child who has just seen Santa Claus.  As Broom read aloud some of the more poignant comments from her email, I rushed to my gmail account, eager to read the hundreds of comments and letters I was sure to have received!  While gmail loaded up, I imagined the various comments people might have…”you and Broom can come to India now!”…”come and raise your little Troom here!” Gmail was slow, I thought because of all the messages in my inbox about the amazing news in India! But after a few minutes it finally stopped grinding and announced proudly that I had 7 new messages! Only 7?  Okay, I thought, not as many as I hoped, but I still couldn’t wait to read them.  The first message was from google telling me I had no calendar items today…Delete. The second message was from a sports store I had bought something from several months ago…Report Spam. Okay 5 messages from people dying to tell me the news about India. I get it. Broom is Indian, of course she’ll have more messages than I do. (plus her blog is wildly more popular than mine). I skimmed through the rest of the titles…A message from my mom from yesterday. An update from a news site I subscribe to. A couple of people connecting to me on social networking sites. Gravely disappointed, I reread each of the 5 remaining titles hoping there was one I missed. But sadly there were NO messages from anyone in India or elsewhere sharing the good news with me. None. zip. nada.

Dear Blog readers:  I realize you’re used to my kind glossing over momentous news such as this in your half of the world, but I want you all to know that I care about what happens in India, okay? I’m certain that amongst the six people who read my blog regularly (okay as regularly as I update which isn’t very) at least half of you are Indian. Can we make a pact right now, that if ANYTHING momentous happens in India, you tell me first? Most of you probably came here from Broom’s blog, so I realize you’ll be tempted to comment on her blog first, but maybe have some pity on your Indian news-challenged American blogger and just quickly toss a sentence or two over the fence to me first? I’m pretty sure that whatever it is, Broom will find out in due course.  Plus, how cool would it be if I was able to actually surprise her with news about India she hadn’t heard yet?  Only you can make this vision a reality, fellow Indian blog readers.  Just to sweeten the pot a little, I will make you a promise. Next time I get momentous Indian news first (bonus points if it’s gay Indian news), I will not only plaster my blog with the headlines, but I will also…reveal one letter from my real name!  Is that an offer you can’t refuse or what?


Toronto without Broom

25 03 2009

I feel old. The faint flickering of headlights reflect on the windowsill of this one-room apartment. The walls are made of pitted cement painted a flat lifeless white and the floor is checkered black and white vinyl.  I had to buy everything because there was nothing in the apartment when I arrived save for a crude couch/bed contraption that provides me with a corner of the room that is marginally more cushy than the floor itself to sleep on.  I am right across from a university and the young college students in their earthy scarves and carefully mussed hair spill out of doorways as though they belong here.  A homeless man walked by with his empty shopping cart and he smelled like a tangle of weeds.   I am grateful that the apartment is clean at least.  No weird odors. The grocery store is a block away.   So is Sears. That turned out to be more than I bargained for as I found myself schlepping home forty pounds of sheets, blankets, milk, bread, tuna, bananas and various cleaning supplies.   Tomorrow is my first day at the new job. The adventure begins.  I know I should be feeling more excited but the whole world feels so empty without Broom here.  A video phone is a poor substitute for a warm Broom wrapped around me and both of us defying alarm clocks and cold winter mornings to hold each other a few minutes longer.   Just before I left we had a two day marathon of yummy biryani for breakfast lunch and dinner.  We made up songs about leaving Calgary and going to Toronto and we crammed two big suitcases with as much stuff as we could.  We made fun of the crazy bipolar weather and pulled all of the cushions off the couch and put them on the floor to cuddle and  watch our favorite TV show.   These are the things I miss.  Small normal things we do together that are so mundane but leave gaping holes in my heart when I’m away from Broom.

I miss you terribly, B.  I wish you were here to make these dull white-washed walls come to life with your smile.

Starting a new series

22 03 2009

Dear all five of you who haven’t given up on me and still read my
blog. Tonight i’ll be posting a new series which i’ve been working on
secretly. After much deliberation and worrying, i’ve decided to take
the risk and post it for public consumption. The story is partly
autobiographical but with a good dose of poetic license. Look for a
post in a few hours. The series is set in Singapore and entitled: The
Ghosts of Dedap Road. N, i got your message and my readers have you
to blame for my blog revival.

Posted via email

A whole new way to blog

14 03 2009

Set up by Broom in the hopes that this will make her Girl blog more.

Posted via email

Coming out

13 02 2009

Broom is in the other room calling her dad. She didn’t want me to be in the room with her. Why do I feel like I’m the one coming out? Stay tuned…

a post is coming

16 12 2008

I can feel it like when you smell the dust rising just before a thunderstorm. Why am I telling you this? To put pressure on myself to actually write this one.

Elections I remember

4 11 2008

On the eve of one of the most extraordinary US elections in my lifetime, I am pondering the presidential elections I’ve been alive for.

In 2004, a group of us sat hopefully in front of the TV in a tiny one-bedroom flat in Brooklyn. We watched on pins and needles as Ohio looked to be leaning toward Kerry and then Bush and then…cap in hand, John Edwards and a long-faced Kerry announced that they were conceding the election to a man we had desperately hoped would be knocked off of his evil perch. We were stunned because all of us felt that this election meant the difference between lives saved and lives lost. We could not have predicted the sheer scale of actual lives lost those 53 million people who voted for Bush now have on their consciences. We braced ourselves, nonetheless, for 4 more years of needless war, of violent rhetoric, of suppression and censorship, of isolationism, corruption and big oil.

2000 was a wake-up call for my generation. Supposedly one of the most exemplary democracies in the world turned out to be deeply dysfunctional.  When George W. Bush took office, we were only nine months away from an event so shocking, it would forever alter public discourse in our country and indeed the world. What a comedy (tragedy?) of errors that led to the moment when this idiotic despot-in-waiting would be in power at this defining moment when America needed leadership of the highest caliber. It was the perfect political storm that has gone on for 8 years too long.

Aside from the upset victory he snatched from the first George Bush, Clinton’s eight years in office were blissfully uneventful by comparison. The worst crisis his administration faced was because of an extra-marital affair. I suspect that nowadays, most Americans would gladly trade our current problems for those days. I guess that’s the great paradox of history: it gives us the gift of perspective and insight only upon hindsight.

We’ve had a rough decade, and we’ve been humbled and tempered in ways that are not fun as a nation or as individuals. Culturally, philosophically we still face huge maturity gaps. But I expect that four years from now, I will remember this election day with pride and excitement and a real hope for the future of my beautiful country. Obama for President.