Get Married..Or you might turn Gay?

I have an amazing bunch of friends; and my life has been a beautiful journey partly because of them. No doubt, they care for me and carry my best interests in their hearts. There are only a few of them, whom I have given the right and liberty to advise me. and not that I really listen to everything they have to say; I just hear them out. :)

But this conversation has been the best so far I have had; it kind of still cracks me up. No offense to my friend; he is not an avid reader of my blog; so I don't think he will read this; but if ever he does; disclaimer - don't take it personally, I still love you my friend!

I am single; and I know the world is moving at a faster pace; babies are born everywhere; kids are going to school in all parts of the world; all my friends and cousins are mommies and daddies; and I obviously am left far far behind in this race. Honestly, I can care less; or rather I haven't found time to worry about it yet.

And this does worry people who love & care for me. My family, my friends.

So, this friend of mine, he tries to bring up this topic. He starts with

'I know you are busy with work, and travel, and relocation etc.. But it's time you start thinking about your personal life too. Time is passing and your body clock is ticking too.' all good so far, these are typical words I hear, I continue to nod and listen.

'A companion is necessary to share your life with, you might have had bad experiences, that doesn't mean you stop looking. You should continue to put in an effort' True, I agree a partner is necessary; again I nod.

'Take for an example; this friend of mine; she had a bad marriage; she was my batchmate; she got divorced, and moved to a different city. Even she kept herself away from marriage for long time, and now she is a gay' I was like huh - I say ' so she is now a lesbian you mean?'

And he goes 'Haan wohi, and she is now in a relationship with a girl, she has turned gay. So, it will get very complicated as time passes by. I suggest, you start looking when there is time. Rest is up to you'

And luckily for him, conversation gets interrupted by another friend; and conversation closes.

But I can't help smiling even now. For one, he was stuck at gay part, I din't know if he could not differentiate between gay and lesbian; or he did not want to use the term Lesbian,.

And secondly, he genuinely wanted me to find someone; but I did not understand the context of bringing up a lesbian friend's example here; all I could derive was - if you don't find anyone sooner; as you get older, you might turn gay (lesbian)?

It seemed more like a dhamki,like he is threatening me to take my life more seriously. Hahahah.. Oh my god, I can't help but still laugh, I still find myself lucky to have bunch of such funny old friends.

I wish I could tell him - Dude, one doesn't turn gay or lesbian because they cannot find anyone in opposite sex :D And honestly, the LGBT trend in India, I think is doing more harm than good for general public; people are probably getting more confused than ever. If this friend, who has been staying in USA for few years now; is hesitant in talking freely about it; I can only imagine what rest of the society would think like.

And I still cannot conclude why he linked that example; I am pretty sure, he wanted to send me some sort of message. What I did understand though, is that it might not be just him thinking that I am not normal. May be wider range of society might end up concluding that I am not married, because I am not interested in guys.

Well, I am not interested in meeting guys right now, true; but that doesn't mean I am lesbian. One knows when they are gay or lesbian; they don't need a bad marriage or break ups or aging. And it will be their choice of life, nothing wrong there, a partner is a person with whom you are comfortable, that's the basic definition, gender does not come into play.

Well, my darling friend, if it's of any comfort to you, let me clarify and confirm, if & when I choose a partner, it will be a guy.

Hahahaha.. I am still laughing as I am typing this. This has been the cutest advise till date hands down :)

-Sarita
Dated - 8th September 2018

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