"I shed my inhibitions. My fears. I travelled light” - Lance Armstrong
Uninhibited, Undeterred, Unassuming and Unperturbed… they danced, they sang, they spoke, and were themselves with no apprehensions or self-doubt about their sexuality, or the method in which they chose to express it. I consider queens and transsexuals as normal people, but still, I should admit in this forum that I used to feel odd with them around. The fears were mine, and it was my petty thinking, I knew. I was always told as a child “if you don’t do this, I will tell that chakka to take you away”. (Then we just had one offensive word to categorize them all, - chakka.) And this had indented such a massive blow on my thinking that it left me prejudiced until this day. Of course, my outlook towards transsexuals, cross dressers and queens had changed, and positively so, but the fear lurked on. I wished to conquer my apprehensions and fear. And when I heard the emphatic reply when I asked my friend deep if he plans to attend the humsafar bash - “I am DEFINITELY going”, I was pepped up.
in the pic: the famous Laxmi at a Sony TV show with Salman Khan
We entered at around 6ish and had to queue up to sign a muster. It was a serpentine queue, but thankfully, our turn came much quicker than expected. As I stood in the line for my turn, I saw a few queens trying to do a line-maro on me… with their tirchi nazar, they looked at me from the corner of their cornea. LOL. Should admit, was quite flattering, though it made me a little uncomfortable and self conscious. I held on to Deep like adam to a fig leaf, camouflaging myself in the behind of my friend. The acted confident and dint probably even let Deep know about my vacillating moves. After a little bit of a musical chair play, we ended up sitting bang next to the stage. The music went on, the performances began… the colour and candor was just amazing. What impressed me most was their free spirited and raw approach. The emcees fumbled, the CD scratched, and the mic screeched, but there was no stopping – the spirits were high and they danced till they dropped with confidence and exuberance. Conquering every inhibition and in a high, they danced! And they danced, and they danced.
I felt ashamed of my own inhibitions and that I had typecast'd them as frivolous. The venue was close to the station, the train track was close and an occasional train would pass by and the voyeuristic nation that we are people had they eye balls popping out as they looked. But were they conscious and did they fumble??? Naaah! They simply overlooked the prying eyes.
It clearly was the celebration of free spirit. It was a celebration of free thought. It was a celebration of freedom from all bias and prepossess. A transforming experience.
What??? You dint attend this event???
Acha-cha-chooh! Sorry. The wait is too long - 1 year.