First Day of Acceptance

Bubbly, vibrant, spirited, vivacious, chirpy, energetic, lively are the words I could associate with her. She was my sister’s best friend. I knew her since they were in school. Let’s call her Tamanna.

Once I got married and moved into my new life and new responsibilities, I hardly got any time to think of her, or talk of her with my little sis. There was enough at hand to tackle in my own life. Her memories though fresh had taken a backseat in my subconscious mind.

Then I met Tamanna years later at my parents’ place when I was expecting my second child. My sister’s marriage was getting fixed and Tamanna had come to congratulate her in person. She had completely changed. I mean her physical appearance. I spoke with her quite easily because of the camaraderie we shared in the past. But it wasn’t the same. I had hundreds of questions in my mind which I couldn’t ask her. I’m sure she too could sense the anxiety in my eyes. The only difference: she probably had the answers to many of my questions.

A little later I let the friends be themselves and got into my room on the pretext of taking a nap. The questions came back hounding me all the while. I wasn’t able to sleep. I was awake and could listen to the gossip sessions and laughter my sister shared with her. I had noticed that my sis was pretty comfortable with her. As if she knew everything for ages. I waited patiently.

As soon as Tamanna left that evening, I barged outside my room and asked my sis about what this was all about. My sis informed me that Tamanna had informed her immediately after school that she wasn’t like every other girl. She was more like boys and was interested in girls. Honestly, I was shaken for a while.

That day I learnt from my sis that Tamanna had been abandoned by her parents as soon as she informed them and fought for her right to live her life the way she wants. That was the first day of realization for me. The first day I accepted the truth of existence of alternate sexuality. Till then like most others, I also believed that it is all the western influence. And then on I read as much as possible on the subject and realized that it is a natural phenomenon which many people are forced to hide. Thus ending up in troubled relationships all through their lives.

The first time I learnt about the LGBT club was in 2007 from a colleague during my trip to Malaysia for an official conference. I didn’t take it seriously but I was sure that this colleague is not someone who will lie about such a serious issue. Out of curiosity I had browsed through the world wide web and the company intranet about the LGBT club he had informed was active in our US office.

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You’ll never understand unless it happens to you…right???

Tamanna was invited for my sis’s engagement ceremony in Delhi. On 18th October 2008, what happened at the ceremony might not be remembered by the 100 odd people who attended the function. But there were four people who will still remember it for life. Or may be just the two of us. Me and my sis. Tamanna and her partner might have gotten used to it with continuous harassment and mockery. Almost everyone including our immediate family members were passing rude remarks and exchanging nudges and prolonged glances at them. I respect Tamanna and her partner for having waited till the ceremony was over. But they left without waiting for the food to be served. And you know what…my sis and I were not upset with them for not having stayed over. Sick our society is! They don’t realize what someone goes through and why someone is the way they are.

Tamanna is well-educated and is working as a senior-level manager with one of the software giants in India. She is doing well in her career and has a supportive partner who is living in with her. I’m glad that though her parents have abandoned her, her younger sister is still very much in touch with Tamanna. That day my respect for my little sis too went up. Proud of her.

I watched this episode on Accepting Alternative Sexualities on Aamir Khan’s Satya Meva Jayate on Star Plus.  I am so so glad and thankful to Aamir and his team for having aired an episode on such an important topic. And I salute all those who were part of the episode and shared their stories. It is very necessary for people to know what alternate sexuality means and accept it. We need to talk about it. Remove it from being a taboo. I know that most of our previous generations and a majority of our generation reacts strongly about these subjects without even bothering to know what it is all about. I mean not allowing your kids to play with kids with alternate sexuality? Is it a pardonable mistake? What is the child’s sin in all this? What are we teaching our kids?

I request each of you to watch the complete episode and share it through as many mediums as possible. Let the knowledge spread and may we have more people opening up to the reality of the subject.

I have seen this happening to a close person and hence it struck me hard. They are our own. They are just like us. They too have emotions and sentiments. They too have a right to choose a life of their choice. Let’s not make it harder for them for no fault of theirs.

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This post is part of the WordPress Daily Prompts : 365 Writing Prompts program where the aim is to post at least once a day based on the prompts that they have provided. Today’s prompt is, “First: Tell us about your first day at something — your first day of school, first day of work, first day living on your own, first day blogging, first day as a parent, whatever.

The author Rekha Dhyani is one of the contributors to the We Post Daily and blogs regularly at Dew Drops. She also shares her lucky clicks at The Crystal Trance.

 

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Break Free

Originally posted on Beyond The Horizon:

Oh no! No. No. It’s not a post about Ariana Grande’s Break Free. It’s about me. It’s about a bold step that I’ve taken. Oh yes, I have decided to stop, breathe and reflect upon life. And with this decision is born my new blog: Beyond the Horizon. A blog which like me would love to travel beyond the horizon where there are no restrictions on words, on time, on space, on thoughts.

Thoughts let loose without any inhibitions it will be.

If what my parents say is true, I have been up and running non-stop since the day I was born over three and a half decades ago. My heart never skipped a beat. The sine wave never ever decided to take a different path or change its median. Running, running and just running. Non-stop.

Five years ago, A (my firstborn) was three years and a month old when she was admitted to…

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The Closest Corner

Today’s Project 365 prompt is


When you’re away from home, what person, thing, or place do you miss the most?

I don’t travel much on my own except on the few official tours that I have to make. But whenever I do, I do miss my people and my home. The girls who otherwise get scolded for creating a mess or because of their shouts and screams are the ones who are missed the most. The order and discipline of the five star property somehow makes me feel lonely. At least that’s what it does to me. I am in constant touch with my family through technology while on tours. Yet there’s something that is missing all the time. A personal touch.

Apart from the people, I do miss every single corner of my house. The one place that I miss most is my bedroom. The peace, the my time (however little) and the sound sleep that it provides me is much more precious than the comfort and hours provided by the super soft mattresses of the luxury hotels.

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So which is your favourite corner of the house or the most missed person back home?

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