“Culture, traditions, alignment of stars, who knows what will happen if these don’t match?”

Who knows what follows next- bouquets or brickbats?

If the purpose of this weblog is to chronicle my lifetime, this day (August 5, 2007) must be enshrined in it as a red-letter day. This is the day that I, the undersigned, Hari Chakyar told his mother that he likes a girl.

The pair of scissors in my hand was doing my sister’s craft project- making a flower bouquet. My brain, agog with activity was playing and replaying least resistant ways to tell mother what I had been intending to tell since a light year but which only became clear recently. Now that I have spilled the beans, everything seems so bright and out in the sun. Opened door.

I was almost done with the craft. We were clearing the clutter. Mom had got an empty plastic bag to stow away the paper cuttings and cardboard shavings, when I said to her that I wanted to tell her something…after my sister had slept. Mom said, “Is it something scary?” I know that was a very funny thing to say, but I did not feel like smiling then. I said, “Why would you be scared?” “It’s about me,” I continued. I waited for a moment. Do I just tell her now or do I wait for my sister to sleep? No, she’ll insist mom accompany her to bed.

“I like a girl,” I sing-songed purposely downplaying the seriousness of the issue. “You know who it is,” I added.

The half an hour before this conversation had been wonderful. Mom, sis and me were sharing beautiful jokes, I, from my collection, sis from her school and mom from her memories. That would explain that light-hearted confession.

I looked up to face mom. Her eyes had grown big and all the mirth that had been there till a while ago had drained out.

“Father and I were happy that everything was turning right about you…”

“What’s wrong now?”

“What’s wrong, you ask? Nothing is wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong. (cold) You did not ask who it is…”

“I don’t want to know. All I want to say is that if the person belongs to a different community, then I’m sorry to say, we wouldn’t be able to support you whole-heartedly. And there’s still so much time left to make such decisions. Culture, traditions, alignment of stars, who knows what will happen if these don’t match? The one who had made the horoscope said that such decisions regarding this horoscope should not be taken before consulting planetary positions.”

Sister entered. “What happened? “ asked the innocent angel.

Mom looked at her and sighed. Big. “Nothing.”

“I want to know, what is it?”

“I said I’m going to sleep, are you coming?”