Padma and Eve and Adam and Jeev

"Touch me, baby, can’t you see that I’m not afraid.” said General Specific treating the tattered newspaper as if it was one of those colourful masks. Realising that didn’t quit sound so right, he shut up and sat down. He didn’t really care about being misinterpreted though, not having a girlfriend since quite some time was chalk to being gay’s cheese. There was something that the courts should fix and reservations be made about, he thought to himself, instead of quibbling over Varun Gandhi’s hate speeches, those were pretty obvious!

Sir Mam hummed to himself as he filed his nails, he had been victorious and his joy knew no bounds. He had been pleased and upbeat for over a month now. If he hadn’t been so occupied then he would have probably launched into a song and hugged General Specific. There were still some things left to be done but for now he could savour the battle.

“It is against the wishes of god! It’s against our traditions! It could cause an AIDS epidemic! I refuse to allow this to happen!” protested Holy Shit. “But criminalising it is unnecessary for they shall be answerable to God!” he concluded, failing to make a valid point as usual, yet indirectly explaining why the judiciary was a wholly unnecessary body unless you were an atheist victim. Reason number three million thirty seven something why religious figures shouldn’t be allowed to enter politics or anything else for that matter.

Page boy murmured something about Indian traditions which Captain Follow repeated for him. It seemed Lord Shiva bathed in the Yamuna and transformed into a milkmaid to dance the raas leela with Krishna.

“Lord Shiva dances the Nataraja scary dance thingy, right? He wanted to...? Teehee!” giggled Platinum Blonde. Holy Shit winced.

“Some of my best friends are gay.” chipped in Director Ms. Leading. It bore no relevance to the discussion at hand but she figured it was important somehow and everyone wanted to hear about it. The only thing It indicated, if anything at all, was how they were accepted despite their queerness. The entertainment industry isn’t fair but it was setting an example for a change.

“Homosexuality isn’t a disease. No correlation has been established between HIV-AIDS and sexual orientation.” said Dr. In T. House offering his medical opinion as if it were a telegram.

“But there’s this confusion about age limits too? Isn’t there?” joined Major Minor with a topic relevant to him. “Non-vaginal isn’t allowed until eighteen, two years after vaginal, although vaginal is allowed at even fifteen if she’s married without having eloped or getting kidnapped otherwise the minimum marriageable age is eighteen after which she’s allowed anything anyway,” he paused for breath, “Right?” The usage of technical wording helped cushion what could have been a very unsettling statement.

“So your large intestine needs another two years over your vagina to trust your judgement? And you aren’t allowed a taste of things to come until the same? And even when they’re allowed genitalia, booze must wait seven more years? And is attraction to animals a disease? How do you get a horse’s consent? Nonsense!” exclaimed Baby Bitch dismissing the whole thing and undoing all of Major Minor’s hard work.

Ambassador Boeing, on behalf of Premier Worst, had previously expressed views on how the fundamental rights bestowed by the constitution included equality first and foremost, on how its inclusiveness was one of its strengths, on the right to privacy and dignity and how section 377 somehow seemed to violate all of it. But today Premier Worst seemed to be acting like a mirror of sorts, faintly nodding in agreement with everyone and not asking Ambassador Boeing to say anything for him. He didn’t need to say anything because one hears what they want to and the people pleaser that he was he couldn’t bring himself to say anything for fear of a conflict of interests.

“There’s still some time before acceptance and inclusion, after all a ruling can only alter actions, not thoughts. Change needs time.” summed up Inner Shia.

No one else seemed to have anything to say after that either. They were probably just too flabbergasted at whatever parts of Baby Bitch they could comprehend. General Specific lay back listening to all that was going on. He didn’t much care about the LGBT section as such but he was happy to see that the system was evolving, that it wasn’t afraid of taking bold steps to ensure what was rightfully theirs. He was happy because Sir Mam, who was still doing his nails, had a choice to not have to justify himself to anyone.

Holy Shit maintained an uneasy silence.

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