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I have filled in a lot of Diaries now, my friends are tired of buying me a new diary every other month. They are complaining that they ran out of money because of it. I can`t have another pen stand at my study table, mom says, "hell!! How much space you need?? Remember it is study table not a Godown."

To help everyone, I created blogginghours. My online blogging portal. The best part is, I am loving my digital work ;) You may not have time and mood to read, but I have all the time and mood to write. This will be truly ME.

Lokesh Mudgal

So, this is my space, where I will speak, write the things that I want to share. if you like it, its good for me. if you don`t like it, oops...

Following are the latest posts in my blog.

I remember that few years back when I first came to know about IPC section 377, my first reaction to it was “that’s ridiculous”. When I say ridiculous, I mean that I favored section 377. I admit frankly it took me time to understand who LGBT persons are and how similar we are in all human emotions. And I would be bold to say that I was no different than most rather almost of all us in the way we are brought up in the confined boundaries of our culture and typically Indian society. 5 years back, if I would have talked to my dad regarding homosexuality then I would not have perhaps been able to see the rising sun today. I don’t blame him or anyone for that matter, a normal human has high affinity towards hypocrisy. Then shall I blame the tabooed section 377? Its very difficult to find these answers in a country where people are ready to kill you without any notice because they have the license issued to them under the wrapper of The Great Indian Culture. Don’t take me wrong, I equally if not more enjoys our cultural heritage but folks I am tired of hypocrisy. Com’on its time to understand that cultures, rituals are made by humans and not the vice versa. In the end, what matters is the life that’s gifted to us, how do those metaphysical concepts define the way we want to live the journey.

Seeing the sun descending back to the sand from where it once rose, and soaking the immediate silence which elicits by the virtue of this daily phenomenon, I knew that was perhaps the most excogitating moment of the day. No effort...and just nothing of the strain... I was ordinated to rethink and to kindle what was there in the last few pages of current chapter of my life. Guess, there were some moments that I wanted to tear apart from my book and some which I wanted to repeat for a better good. One of my friends told me once "Rolling stones gathers no moss", the only option that seemed logical to me was to continue and move on. Knew, what had been scribed had been scribed forever, and there was no point in gathering another filthy comrade and be a habitant of an unending cave of guilt, I learned from elders that this cave had no exit. i3gxpzayje