Badnaam hua
“He is 100% top and he is hot” is how Deepak a 26 year old described his boy, he was using as a toy. Top and Hot were two keywords which would get attention of Rumi anywhere, any time. He wanted more info, while I and Ken started looking at the menu of Cafe Coffee Day at Carters.
Deepak went on and on about his fucking skills while Rumi like a journalist interviewing a celebrity, had an endless list of personal question to which Deepak was answering without any sankoch (hang-ups). Ken interrupts the tete a tete and asks Rumi “can you like stop the interview, wouldn’t you like to order?”. Just then Deepak remembers something and informs Rumi “Wait a minute, rather I would show you this” he takes out his Iphone and plays a video of him with the ‘Hot Top’ uploaded on Xtube; without realising that it was on the highest volume. I am pretty sure the voices of Deepak artificially moaning and at times screaming might have been heard by the R Kapoor family residing at hill road and by the look of people in the coffee-shop I could easily make out that they could be thinking of us as sleazy guys watching porn over coffee. I have seen Rumi watch porn but not with that excitement. So I get intrigued and peep in too, and Ken gives me a “look of shame”. This guy was fucking the hell out of Deepak; I question,” doesn’t that stuff hurt you?”, Rumi gets irritated and shoos me away. The video ended and Rumi had an orgasmic relief on his face.
Ken says “you guys, disgust me”, can we like have coffee and get out of here, to which Deepak says “thats what you think mister, just have a look at all the comments on this video ” Ken gives a look of disgust to Deepak and walks towards the looh. Me and Rumi look at all the comments and Rumi exclaims “you have got 5 stars, that’s supeerrr”. I think I saw Deepak blushing on that comment. I started reading some of the comments besides thumbs up and wow’s and some really rude comments I cannot mention. There were “I would love to do with you doggy style”, “would you like to participate in a threesome with me and my boy friend” and there was one in particular “You are a top-bottom” which I read out a bit loud, just then Ken made his presence felt by taking the phone off me and handed it over to Deepak. Deepak left as he had to meet his hot top. Which left three of us; actually two of us; as Rumi was still lost in some thoughts, after like 10 mins of lost Rumi I get concerned and ask what the matter was. He says “I want to be Top Bottom” with the same eagerness a struggler looks at Shahrukh’s Mannat and aspires to be there someday. The genuine-ness of Rumi’s statement made me think this can only happen in the gay world where there can be a race not for the top but to be the best bottom. Maybe it was the season, it was the month where Munni was infact getting badnaam but popular.
Anyways, I on the other hand was away from the badnaami and spending most of my time with Jeff Craig a 29 year old expat from Dallas, whom I met in a very ‘urban way’; in the office elevator. He was working in the same building where I was. I had seen him before on Planet Romeo and I am pretty sure that he had seen me too. It was just the way we exchanged the looks when he was in the elevator with me. The exchanging of looks continued for a while, gradually moving on to smiling, followed by introductions. Then there was this day when I was getting out of the elevator and he asked me if I would like to take a smoke break with him and just like an idiot I replied ‘I don’t smoke’ and before I could beat my self on missing the hint; I look back and tell him, well but I can give you company. What followed was a week of passive smoking followed by a regular meeting, dinner dates and time spent at room no. 1505 of JW Marriots hotel. Every thing was going fine until I was introduced to the guest relations officer of Marriots who had become a good friend of JC (as I call Jeff), and who invited us for a dinner with her Beau at their place. I have had fag-hags but they always wanted to meet alone for a private dinner to let their heart out/ boy trouble, and their boy friends generally avoided being seen within four feet of me. I consider fag hags, generally as a fair weather species; who use gay guys as someone to go on parties to escape the pity of being a single lonely girl on a Saturday night party and then there were ones who use to portray a gay friend as a potential boy friend to escape from the parents forcing them to get married. It’s not that common in Mumbai that a straight couple invites a ‘dating’ gay couple for a personal dinner at their place and somewhere it did give me a nice kick from inside. Little did I know that the kick will turn out to be a pretty uncomfortable one.
All excited I called up Rumi and Ken, within five minutes Rumi changed the topic and asked us if we had an account with Xtube. I knew what was coming. He explains, I am asking only because within two days I will be there and I want comments and ratings. Generally you can watch the video free but for comments you need an account, so please create one. Ken just wished me luck and asked me if Jeff and I were getting serious, to which I informed him about our situation that Jeff was just an expat and we both have no clue when this will come to an end, so we are not giving it a name and just that we enjoy each others company a lot and there is this mutual respect and love for each other and we don’t want to miss out on it, just because of the situation. Rumi comments “Crap Miss Universe answer”. I ignore the comment and also inform them that it was after a long time that I have met someone with whom I have the right chemistry. Ken just warns me that whatever it is don’t fall in love. I did say yes, but somewhere I knew I was lying. The dinner had happened just at the right time cause just after that week I was going for management training at a resort in Lonavala for 3 days. It was one of those training where one learns through various Team bonding exercise, etc.
At exactly 9pm we entered Ms. Gill’s aka the guest relations residence in Andheri Lokhandwala, after introducing us to a few friends and her parents she wanted us to meet her husband. There he was all 5.11” inches dressed in a formal Provogue shirt and really unbranded shoes my boss aka Ms. Gills beau as shocked and surprised as I was.
