From what I have heard Kambakhth Ishq( KI)  is a dreadful scare, worse than encountering an anaconda in your nightmares, hunger-pangs making him cry in anguish as he watches your expanding waistlines. I have always believed that Akshay Kumar is India’s biggest non-actor, an Italian furniture import with a few hilarious cracks, and Kareena Kapoor, an over-inflated media creation, a bimbo on a limbo, pirouetting around with a cocky attitude, her only asset being her surname, a sub-size zero and a half torso, and a previously retired husband of someone, now single and happy to be her lap-puppy. Considering the fact that the supposedly atrocious film is about the battle of the sexes, it is perhaps a most suitable coincidence that the gay issue becomes the central topic of our times. I have been told that after watching the hideous KI, the gay movement is likely to get a huge momentum, as the opposite sexes have discovered that they have only one thing in common, their mutual contempt for each other. To sustain longevity, Pfizer would have to look at life beyond inventing the Viagra.

On a more serious note, I had never thought that the gay issue would become such a national obsession or movement so early; frankly, it is both gay and great news. The Indian media definitely deserves credit for it, albeit I foresee this issue also snowballing into a farcical TRP game , if not approached with due sensitivity. Hearing Union Law Minister Veerappa Moily talk on gays ( he looks flushed with awkwardness, and terribly ill at ease) is funnier than watching KI for sure. And yesterday there was this yoga guru Baba Ramdev giving the world the “cure” against homosexuality; pranayam, it seems. He is presumptuous enough to believe that they all have either serious sinusitis or blood pressure problems as well. Baba should first ensure a cure against celebrities and all sorts indulging in rape and violence against women and minor children  in the private perimeters of their walls  before commenting on the sexual preferences of others, not to mention the innumerable bearded men in saffron clothes posing as sadhus who molest innocent and hapless devotees in the name of god. That I believe is the ultimate in terms of a soul on sale at the altar of the Almighty.

I admit to being influenced greatly by two films on gays; Philadelphia ( Tom Hanks) and Milk. The first was deeply touching, and made a point, that love has nothing to do with the sexual positions adopted by the partners. Milk was an outstanding narration of the real-life story of Harvey Milk, who fought for gay rights and transformed lives of those who were treated as social deviants by a bigoted society. That same-sex marriages are a reality today is a manifestation of a world that understands that there is nothing god-ordained where matters of the sex are concerned.

Unknown to many of the antiquated  warped old minds , obsolescent in their rigid beliefs, the gays are not  fighting for their  sexual gratification requirements alone, they are principally  fighting for their right to love. The two are integral and inclusive, not divorced from each other. It is kambakhth ishq! Like the movie, we should leave them alone.