The Talk

Posted by Broom on Jul 14, 2009 in me |

“Why are you leaving so early, Ma?”
 
“I get bored at home alone, when you’re at work and when Papa leaves it’ll be even lonelier.”
 
“So you’re not leaving because you’re angry with me?”
 
I wait with baited breath…
 
“I was angry… ”
 
She trails off…
‘was’… she used the past tense. I’m relaxing a little.
 
“You made such a big decision and didn’t tell us for two years.”
 
“I was scared”
 
“Why did you have to do this?”
 
“Do what?”
 
“Get into a relationship with a girl”
 
“I’ve always liked girls, Ma. I just didn’t realise it. Right from when I was in school. Remember S?”
 
My mother looks alarmed. I realise she thinks I had a relationship with S when I was all of 13. I hastily correct her and tell her that I just had a crush on S and then this one and then that other one.
 
“Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve taken you to a counsellor.”
 
I resist the urge to be sarcastic.
 
I try to tell her that it’s not something that needs counselling.
She insists it’s abnormal and unnatural even though research states otherwise.
Then comes the most surreal part.
 
She says that the only reason that gay rights were being looked at in India was because “that community is making a noise” and because politicians are “turning bisexual to get political favours”.
 
I almost giggled at that conspiracy theory.
 
Here is my mother, my VERY educated and seemingly liberated mother, falling for the ‘gay agenda’ and ‘gay mafia’ type of lunatic stories.
 
“Mama, even if you think that’s true, don’t you SEE me? Don’t you KNOW me? I’m gay. I want those rights and I’m just an ordinary person. All I want is to be with The Girl because it makes me happy”
 
“at what cost? How can we tell people about this?”
 
“Don’t tell anyone. I haven’t asked you to.”
 
“it’s so obvious”
 
“Don’t you see how happy I am?”
 
“Even single people have happy lives”
 
I look at her incredulously.
 
“You would rather that I was alone than be with someone who loves me so much?”
 
“See that guy at the vineyard also asked you why you’re staying here and leaving us alone in India”
 
“You’re picking and choosing selectively to make your argument. If I was married to a man and living abroad you’d have NO problem.”
 
“Because that is normal”
 
This is wearing me out now.
 
“in my opinion this is normal too. Look at my life. Have I ever been this happy or settled in every way?”
 
“you always do what you want. You took that job in the airlines even though we asked you not to… Then…”
 
Uh oh! The book of past sins was being opened.
 
“Mama, look at my career today. I just switched jobs in the worst economy and got more than I was making earlier…”
 
“And that’s another thing. We can never win an argument with you.”
 
I almost said that that’s cos I was right and she wasn’t.
 
We left it at that.
 
I bought their tour tickets. I told her what attractions to visit and kissed her goodnight and went into my bedroom where TG was dying of curiosity.
 
What I observed was that even though she made those loony statements she didn’t seem to believe them. Our argument was not a heated one. It was almost as if we were debating whether vada paav was a better snack than paav bhaaji.
 
Her actions also don’t align with her words. She’s being very normal with The Girl. She’s in a good mood. My dad seems sulky and moody, instead.
 
You know what? I’m happy with the status quo. This is so much better than I anticipated.
 
And stop complaining about the TBC, people. It’s my style and I know you secretly love it.

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