Everyone aspires to be something that they are not; they long and yearn for it. I am no alien to such human tendency. I aspire to a ‘free bird’, free from all burdens and expectations. But unfortunately, I’m a caged one. Figuratively, I want to break these chains binding me from my true nature, everyone tells me how I ought to be; but no one is brave enough to ask me how I want to be.

I’ve noticed that society fears oddity. They want me to be different but they have their own standardized notion of what ‘different’ is and I cannot deter from the predestined behavior. It is sadly amusing sometimes to see Indian parents patronize their own children when it comes to sexuality. It is a concept, which many could not fathom, and most of them want to get their kids cured of.

There is a social gap in the lifestyle of Indians. Materialistically we are moving ahead(as we want or demand new gadgets or technologies) but mentally we are still backward. When people of this society cannot even accept heterosexual couples openly, then homosexuality have minimum to no chance. Its not us who are sick, it’s the mentality of homophobes which is sick and makes them rotten to the soul. I fear that my parents will disown or humiliate me. The firm denial of Government’s support of Homosexuality worsens my situation. I really want to come out. I know one thing for sure that the Indian parents are as much passionate with “perfect” image of their kids as they are when India vs. Pakistan match comes.

And, in their delusional way, things that stray from norms are not perfect or normal. But what is normal for me could be abnormal for someone else. Who in this God forsaken country decides what is normal? Certainly, all the narrow-minded babas, pandits, politicians and our so-called well wisher parents. Denying someone the right to express their true self or identity is like enslaving them in their own body. And I don’t want to be a slave; I don’t want to hide anymore. I just want to be a free bird.

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From the Origin of time many rise and fall like winter weeds, My identity could not be revealed by anyone, My identity could only be revealed if you know me well. There isn't any great mystery about me. What I do is glamorous and has an awful lot of white-hot attention placed on it. But the actual work requires the same discipline and passion as any job you love doing, be it as a very good pipe fitter or a highly creative artist.