On my fifth evening of my visit home for my Mom's minor eye surgery, my father reinforced my mental image about him - as an ill-educated, conservative, uncaring tyrant.
After slyly asking me when I would be returning to Kerala next, he asked me, "I know you have said no previously, but marriage proposals are still coming in. Why don't you get married?"
To this, I said that I'm disappointed at this question and that I thought he had understood what homosexuality is.
He said, "Many people in our family have suffered from this condition?"
I asked him, "What? Homosexuality?"
He said, "Infertility."
I told him, "It's because of people like you that people of alternative sexual orientation commit suicide."
He said, "It will be good for you and solve many of your problems." By problems, he meant depression, which he thinks is caused by loneliness.
I said, "I have my partner now and I'm perfectly satisfied with that."
He had that evil, bull-shitty smile which screamed "You fool!" as a response. What a disappointment of a father!
All throughout this, my Mom was caring and smiling and was agreeing to what I was saying.
She deserves respect. My Dad does not. Period.