It was in Bombay that I was exposed to gay culture as it exists in urban India. Like many lonely newcomersto Bombay, I would sit at Cafe Mondegar, waiting to make random friends, preferably female, which never reallyhappened. One day I saw this handsome man, who gave me a friendly smile and called me over to his table. Hisname was Imam Siddiqui, he was a casting director in Bollywood, and I sat and listened to his amazing voice.He chatted and laughed like some Miss Universe; he was vivacious, and he was a man. If he was heterosexual, Idoubt if there would have been one woman left unturned.