Rumpled Trousers

Mooseknuckle

Posted by The Holy Goof , Saturday, October 9, 2010 7:50 PM

Went out last night with a couple of backpackers i met at India Gate. Ravi is from London, but was born in Udaipur. Phil is from London as well. We went to this club in the old cbd. it's where most of the gay clubs live tucked away from the watchful gaze of hindustan. Homosexuality was still illegal when I arrived in India. I'm witnessing a minor revolution. Nobody dares to out themselves just yet. This will take time. So there i was in an indian discotheque. I have never seen so much moose knuckle in my life. seriously, it was a smorgasbord of sweaty men in tight pants gyrating their intentions, sending out sexual innuendo in calisthenic morse code. I heard such winners as "Your boobs is good" and my personal favourite "I am very good at making the sex inside of you!" after a few drinks the ice melted and i relaxed a bit. I actually had fun. I couldn't stop laughing at the absolute absurdity of it. looking over my shoulder for someone to share this with. no one. laughing even more. we danced until our shoes came off and danced some more and then walked home as the sun came up over the sagging horizon of old delhi. I really like Ravi. He's back in India to connect with his family from who he is mostly estranged. He is fixated on knowing his families history. i am fixated on forgetting mine. the world and it's opposites. we met for lunch earlier and decided to take his car out to Mathura. The drive took a couple of hours and we talked mostly about his girlfriend, california, pink floyd and how much cooler charles bukowski was before he started apologising for everything.
Mathura was beautiful. the land of krishna. we wandered through Janambhoomi, the temple which was erected at the site of krishnas birth. I was grateful to escape the sun and spent maybe a little too long sitting inside taking in the celestial, the artwork, the breeze. i felt peace there. i'm not sure why. it's a feeling that has become familiar while traveling. in a chronology of ever changing landscapes and new surroundings one finds themselves suddenly in a place that feels like home. it's happened before, it happened in the basilica de guadalupe of mexico city and the inner keep at Beaugency in France. Ravi came and tapped on my shoulder because they were closing the place up for the afternoon. we moved through the swarm of beggars gathered outside and headed to this cafe on the road back to delhi. Ravis hindi is dodgy and we struggled to communicate with the staff. everything was fine, we were eating our lunch and the waiter kept coming over to ask if we were ok, and not knowing what else to do we said it's great, thank you. he looked puzzled so i gave him the international symbol of 'this is awesome'. a thumbs up. his face lit up in recognition and he walked away. a moment later he returned with a soda bottle and set it down. I smiled and thought perhaps it was customary i don't know, so i drank it. he returned again and asked if we were ok, again i gave him the thumbs up. same thing, he came back with another soda bottle. this happened several more times before we put it all together….ready for it?