Monday, November 03, 2008

Memories

So I find myself in Kolkata for a few days for work. It has been over a year and a half since I was last here and my first time back in India since I left last year.

It has a vaguely surreal feel to it. My friends are still here and the city looks the same, but there is definitely a sense of time having passed.

Besides the constant comments on my weight gain (which I attribute to domestic bliss) the other questions are on way I am such a slacker on my blog.

I have so many intentions to be a better blogger. I actually have a list of things I want to blog about. It's the execution that gets me. I want to be able to capture the fleeting moments of my existence and immortalised them in some small way. Considering the unlikely hood of producing off-spring, this public diary of mine is the only way I can make my presence publicly felt.

As I sit here reminiscing of times past and musing on things to come I wonder how long it will take for me to be forgotten. But at least this little blog of mine serves to collect in some manner the randomness of my existence.

Friday, September 12, 2008

My quote for the day

"Going to the gym turns you into a blood-thirsty fascist potentate "
- Caitlin Moran

"Three (thin, reedy) cheers for British weediness. When I look at our uniformly mild, paunchy, metrosexual British politicians, it makes me swell with pride"

http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/comment/columnists/article4685516.ece

~~~

And this is why living in London works for me in my present weight.

Sunday, September 07, 2008

Mexico Trip: Tlalnepantla

So Tlalnepantla really doesn't have much going for it on its own. It's pretty much an industrial suburb of el Distrito Federal. It was great being able to stay with David and his family, but the place itself really didn't have much to see.


There was there Pantheon the Cristo, which seems to be the town's answer to Rio's Cristo Redentor.

Also, there was a temple ruin, Taneyuca, that was the original model for el Templo Mayor.




Sunday, August 31, 2008

Mexico Trip - The International AIDS Conference

Fun times aside, the actual reason I went to Mexico was to participate in the International AIDS Conference. For those of us in the HIV field, this is THE event. This is the 17th conference, but only my second time attending. My first time was in Bangkok in 2004. I don't know if I was more excited then or trigger happy, or maybe the Bangkok conference was more visually appealing but I seem to have way more pics of the conference in 2004 than this year's.

The conference is a great way to get updated on the latest issues in the AIDS industry, as well as being able to network with people and connect with organisations that one may normally get the chance to. For me it is also a great way to connect with my far-flung friends and colleagues which I only get to see in these types of meetings/events.

I actually presented 2 posters on my MSM work in Asia

And what is an HIV conference without a protest of big pharmaA drag queen teaching kids how to put on a condom on a dildo - fun times
And who makes the prettiest tranny, Michael or me?

The conference was held at Centro Banamex, however the event was so large they had to build an extra space in the middle of the horse track - this hosted the "Global Village"
It was great seeing Michael and Paul again, I hadn't seen them since Bangkok
And I missed my Sue
No comment :-P
Ashok and Vivek, my old bosses at Humsafar
"Hair Stylist Against Aids", and you ask why people call it the AIDS industry?
Sue leaves me again for deepest, darkest Africa - Uganda really, but that doesn't sound as exotic
Centro Banamex, and a sampling of the 25,000 attendees
:-) Happy Condoms

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

International march against stigmatization, discrimination and homophobia

The day before the AIDS conference there was a large demonstration/march. Allegedly this was the first march against stigmatization, discrimination and homophobia, however I would argue that every gay pride march since Stonewall served the same purpose. Alas, 13,000 people joined and united for a common cause. I think the best part was the boy scout troop that was having some sort of jamboree in the same space. Some of the kids looked like deer in headlights, others liked the belonged in the march. I wonder if the scout leaders planned it on purpose :-)

We marched from the "Glorieta del Angel de la Independencia" to el Zocalo.
It was kinda fun.




















Monday, August 11, 2008

Mexico City

So last week, I was rather tied up with the conference and what not, which made it kinda hard to blog. But, this week I am on holiday and can take a more relaxed approach to the recounting of my Mexican saga.

First off, let me point out that I am staying with my friend David, whom I met when we were both working in India (him for private, me for non-profit). Being spics in India, really made for a bonding moment, and we have remained friends since. And in true Latin fashion, when I told him I was going to Mexico City he insisted I stay in his house with his family. "Mi casa es su casa" after all.

He lives in Tlalnepantla, which is located about 5 miles (10 km) northwest of Mexico City (See Map), in the State of Mexico


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Latin hospitality rocks. David had a last minute business trip, which meant he would not be in Mexico City when I arrived. So it was left to his brother to pick my up and for his family to welcome me. Having arrived Wednesday, 30 July, by Thursday I was already adopted and they invited me to join them on the family trip to the beach in Veracruz the following weekend.

Thursday and Friday I worked :-( but on Saturday I joined the Anti-homophobia march (pics to come). :-)

Thursday, July 31, 2008

I'm in Mexico


Attending the International AIDS Conference (I'm actually supposed to present a couple of posters), but I have so much other work to do I am not able to enjoy my time here :-(

At least I took a week after the conference as vacation, that should be fun.

Saturday, July 26, 2008

Uhm, eew

What kind of statement does this make on our society, when news actually discusses the pubic grooming preferences of movie stars:

Sienna Miller's private parts digitally enhanced for film Hippie Hippie Shake

First we brought you Alfie Allen and the sensational bush-plucker trials...

Now gird your loins for the next hair-raising installment - Sienna Miller and the magical growing muff!

Yep, the stunning actress found herself on the horns of a prickly dilemma during post-production of her latest movie Hippie Hippie Shake.

While Si, 26, played her role as 60s publisher Richard Neville's girlfriend, Louise, to perfection, her, er, lady garden - or rather, lack of it - wasn't up to, er, scratch...

"The film is set in the swinging 60s when fashion was wild and body hair even wilder," says our studio mole.

"Sienna was an absolute star throughout filming and her performance was flawless.

"The only slight problem being that she's very much a girl of the Noughties - and this extends to her personal upkeep.

"Unfortunately, Brazilians weren't common in the 60s and Sienna's part involved one or two nude scenes - meaning that her grooming habits were on full display.

"A merkin or pubic wig simply wouldn't have done the trick, but luckily computer wizardry came to the rescue.

"Sienna's private parts were digitally enhanced, giving her a rather unruly, loud and proud bush.

"All the cast had a good giggle about it and stoical Sienna happily played along.

"But it's safe to say this is one look she won't be recreating on her next summer hols."

We don't blame her - we doubt her new squeeze Balthazar Getty would be a fan.

Starring alongside Sienna in the film about the controversial Oz magazine editor who was jailed for obscenity in 1971 are Cillian Murphy and Derek Jacobi.

Fortunately they escaped digital enhancement.

But, of course, Sienna is not the first star to have problems down below.

In February we told you how Alfie Allen was ordered to trim his, ahem, undergrowth in preparation for the nude scene on the opening night of the stage play Equus.

Poor Alf - described as a grower not a shower - was asked by producers to get out the nail scissors and tidy up the offending area.

He should have gone to Sienna for some tips...

Friday, July 25, 2008

Thursday, July 24, 2008

This makes me sad

Are things really getting any better?

Gays in Iraq terrorized by threats, rape, murder

Editor's note: CNN agreed to change the names of the two men in this article to protect their identities.

BAGHDAD, Iraq (CNN) -- Kamal was just 16 when gunmen snatched him off the streets of Baghdad, stuffed him in the trunk of a car and whisked him away to a house. But the real terror was about to begin.

The men realized he was gay, Kamal said, when he took his shirt off and they saw his chest was shaved.

"They told me to take off my clothes to rape me or they would kill me immediately. This moment was the worst moment in my life," he told CNN, weeping as he spoke of the 2005 ordeal.

"I was watching them taking off their clothes, preparing to rape me. I did not know what to do, so I started shouting loudly, 'Please do not do that! I will ask my family to give you whatever you want.'" Video Watch the tormented life of gays in Iraq »

His pleas went unheeded. "The other two kidnappers took off my clothes by force and, at that time, I saw them as three dirty animals trying to tear my body apart."

He was held for 15 days, released only after his family paid a $1,500 ransom. He was raped every day. Only once, he said, was he allowed to talk to his family during captivity. "I told my family that I was beaten by them, but I did not dare to tell my family that I was raped by them. I could not say it, it's too much shame."

CNN spoke with Kamal, now 18, and his 21-year-old friend, Rami, about what it's like to be gay in Iraq. Coming out as gay is not easy in any country, but to do so in Iraq could mean a death sentence or torture.

The two men rarely show feelings toward each other in public. They spend a lot of time in Internet cafes in Baghdad, surfing gay chat rooms and seeking contacts with other gay men in Iraq and elsewhere.

Since the fall of Saddam Hussein in 2003, the situation for gays and lesbians in Iraq has deteriorated. Ridiculed under Hussein, many now find themselves the targets of violence, according to humanitarian officials.

Lesbians are also victims of harassment and violence, but not nearly as often as gay men.

It's unknown how many homosexuals have been killed by militias in the lawless streets of Iraq's cities, but some Web sites post pictures of Iraqis they say were killed for being gay.

One photo on the Iraqi Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transgender site shows a group of men standing around three male bodies sprawled on a street, blood pouring from their heads. "Gay Iraqi victims of the police and death squads," the site says.

A U.N. report on human rights in Iraq reinforces the accusations of violence. Although gays are supposed to be protected by law in Iraq, it says, they face extreme brutality.

"Armed Islamic groups and militias have been known to be particularly hostile toward homosexuals, frequently and openly engaging in violent campaigns against them," the report said, adding that homosexuals have been murdered.

"Militias are reportedly threatening families of men believed to be homosexual, stating that they will begin killing family members unless the men are handed over or killed by the family," it said.

The report was issued at the end of 2006 and is the last U.N. study to touch on the subject.

Human rights experts say homosexuals are targeted for cultural reasons as well.

"Gay men and lesbians in Iraq face a lot of risks right now, because homosexuality is sometimes interpreted by people in Iraq as being a Western import," said Scott Portman with the Heartland Alliance, a group that promotes human rights worldwide. "So they can sometimes be targeted by insurgent groups or militias, in part, because of animosity toward the West and, in part, because homosexuality is not well-accepted in Iraqi society."

He added, "The biggest threats right now are from militia organizations, who will attack and actually sometimes kill gay men and women."

Kamal and Rami say the dangers are all too real in Baghdad -- and they live in secrecy not to shame their families.

"I would rather commit suicide than allow my family to find out I am gay," Rami said.

Kamal said he often pretends to have girlfriends in social settings and tells his friends he's dating girls. "I am also careful with the way I dress -- not to show them that I am gay, especially my family."

What would his family do if they found out?

"They will force me to give it up, and I cannot do that," he said. "The 'normal' people cannot live in Iraq. Imagine how the life is for gays."

Rami added, "I do not know why people hate gays even though so many have this tendency. But still they hate it."

Homosexuality is a touchy subject for many Iraqis. When CNN asked Iraqis in Baghdad how they felt about homosexuals, we found intolerance to be widespread.

One man said he considers gays no different from "criminals and terrorists." Another claimed homosexuality was "illegal under Islamic law, and they [gays] should be punished by law like criminals."

Rami said he once fell in love with a man who was part of the Mehdi Army, a Shiite insurgent group loyal to the radical anti-American cleric Muqtada al-Sadr.

Their relationship eventually soured.

"One day he told me he would come over to my house and kill me in front of my family," Rami said. "I told him I would come outside and be killed in the street because I do not want my family to find out I am gay."

Both men hope to escape Iraq. They say their ideal destination would be San Francisco, California. For now, both of them keep their feelings secret.

Kamal is still tormented by what happened to him nearly three years ago.

"During my sleep, I only see nightmares and I start crying. My family thought it was because they were beating me."

He paused, "Only my close friend Rami knows about this secret."

Friday, July 18, 2008

I'm having one of those weeks

where I wish I was rich enough where I could quit on the spot. Is it possible to work for a company where you do not respect or trust the management? I really like the work I do, but the people above me leave a lot to be desired.

Sigh.

Today Dilbert got promoted to VP of Making Employees feel Miserable and Helpless. I wonder if my line manager and the CEO have that included in their job descriptions or does that fall under "other duties as assigned."

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Made it home

Yey! I'm back home. That work trip was way too long. I don't know how James does that his endless work trips, because I am totally exhausted after this one.

I will say as much as I whined it was great being in Pakistan in the middle of mango season :-)

Now I have to catch-up with all of the office work and reports and endless crap before my next trip, which just so happens to be in 2 weeks. Ugh!

Tuesday, July 08, 2008

إن شاء الله

InšaʾAllāh, which translates into English as "God willing" or "If it is God's will", is a handy little phrase when you don't want to take responsibility for the failure of something - anything from punctuality to actual success of a product.
"Insha'Allah, I'll get that report to you next week/the air conditioning will work/we will get that grant."
However, one does not really want to hear it when it comes to being on a flight.
"Dear passengers, we are now flying 30 thousand feet over Karachi, and Insha'Allah we will reach Multan in approximately 55 minutes."
Which to my un-Muslim ear sounds a lot like
"Dear passengers, we are now flying 30 thousand feet over Karachi, and if we are lucky we wont crash and die before we reach Multan."
Call me a heretic, but when both the cabin staff and flight crew are invoking "Insha'Allah" to reach our destination, it really does not invite much confidence in PIA.

I'm all for religious humility, but one does have to have limits.

Monday, June 30, 2008

It's not that I mind really

But why does EVERYONE have to assume I'm South Asian. OK, yes, I'm in Pakistan, and yes I'm brown; nevertheless does that automatically mean I am desi?

I have come to realise that I am this non-ethnic specific brown that seems to blend into whatever melanin-enriched group people are most familiar with. Even in London I have people speaking to me in some South Asian language. It wouldn't be so bad if some people didn't take offence to the fact that I "deny my true heritage."
(Insert Random South Asian Here) - "Why do you call yourself 'Andy', why don't you go by your real name?"

(Me) - Because, I don't like the way most people mispronounce 'Andres'!
Though I have had 2 interesting comments during the trip:
  1. You look Pakistani, but you have Latin eyes. (I'm not quite sure what that means. I guess it means I don't have the dark circles that South Asians seem to be predisposed to)
  2. For a white guy you are OK. (WHITE GUY!? I couldn't pass even if I was on the phone to someone while sitting in a dimly lit room)
Oh, well what can we do. I guess it is human nature to categorise, label, and catalog others in order to make sense of the chaotic swarm that is existence.

Thursday, June 26, 2008

The fascinating phallus

"those possessing more than 8 inches (20 cm) making up less than 2% of the world’s population"

"No racial or ethnic group is uniformly large and no group is uniformly small."

Who gets to conduct this research!?

Find out more in: The Big Penis Book

Why does heat make you so sleepy?

I'm trying really hard to concentrate. I must finish these proposals and reports. I can barely keep my eyes open.

Right now is a balmy 38C/100F with 50% humidity. Yeah it's toasty. And I'm seating in an office with a faulty air-conditioner and a ceiling fan that just moves the heat around.

I need to work. I need to get these things done. I need to lay down and have a nap.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

So I'm in Pakistan right...

...here for work nothing too exciting, just drafting 2 new project proposals, delivering 2 different trainings in 2 different cities, and monitoring 3 projects among 5 partner organisations across 5 different cities - no biggie.

The issue I have is with this whole concept of "load shedding", at pre-selected intervals (6-8 times per day) electricity is cut-off across segments of the city in order to not overwhelm the power plants, which cannot produce enough electricity to meet demand/need.

The reason the power plant gets overwhelmed is because it is summer - which means air conditioning season.

It's in the upper 40'sC (110'sF), not a really cute time to be without a/c. I don't know how we used to cope before but I do know that I am not built to stand it now.

In a week and a half I head to Dera Ghazi Khan, where temperatures will be in the 50'sC (120'sF). I fully expect to be hot, miserable, and bitchy. I already warned the project partner there that I am likely to find fault with everything - he's scared.

Sigh!

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Sometimes it's just not worth getting out of bed


Today was not a good day to get out of bed.

It started out with getting stopped by the police for a "random" stop and search of citizens for potential threats. Under the auspices of the Terrorism Act of 2000, police can stop potential suspects or random individuals without cause.

I am not sure which one I am, however considering I have been stopped twice now for the same reason, I begin to question the whole randomness of the selection process. I personally think they are just going for brown males.

However, they really do need to be a bit more selective.

Honestly, do I look like a terrorist!? I carry a purple satchel for goodness sake. How many terrorist would put a bomb in a purple Crumpler? And if they are searching for weapons, again they are kinda missing the boat. I guess I should be grateful that they think I look butch enough to carry a knife (gun crime is low in the UK, here people just stab each other), but as my father would say "I'm not exactly He-Man, now am I?"

These cops really do need to fine-tune their detective skills a bit.

Moving on to the rest of my day - it was crap. Work is sucky hectic at the moment - long, long days in preparation for a couple of trainings I am doing in Pakistan.

And then to end the day I loose my phone on the train home :-(

Yep, should have stayed in bed today.

Saturday, May 31, 2008

Happy Birthday My Love

To Anthony on the 30th anniversary of his birth. Many Happy Returns!