“Hello, am I talking to the Department of Broadcast?”, I hear a woman speaking from the other end. Quite angry. I was quite sure that this call was about lodging a complaint, but I didn’t want to jump the boat just yet. “Yes ma’am, how can we help you?”, I said, in the calmest voice I had. It was a protocol for us to not lose composure while taking calls. So no matter if we’re being abused or cussed, we had to be calm. It was tough, but a part of the job.
“I’d like to lodge a complaint about an episode I watched that was broadcasted”, she replied, a bit calmly this time. I felt like I was on the right track. It was to be a civil conversation, however, it was not to be.
“Sure, ma’am. Do you remember the show’s name?”, I asked, getting my notepad ready. “No, unfortunately, I don’t”, she replied, a bit confused. “Okay ma’am, no problem. When did you watch the show?”, I asked. “Just this morning. I couldn’t call then as I was praying because of it”, she replied.
Now, I was confused. Why was she praying because of something she watched on TV? I just couldn’t get it.
“What did you watch, ma’am?”, I asked, curiously. “I saw two women kissing each other on the lips”, she replied, with disgust in her voice.
I didn’t know what to say. I was straight, but I felt for the people who couldn’t love the people they want to, because of the likes of the woman on the call with me.
“I’m sorry ma’am, but we’re nothing we can do about it. It has been legalised by the Government”, I replied, still trying to keep my voice calm. Now as everyone around me heard the word ‘government’, every ear was up on me.
“But it is offensive to me. I don’t want my daughter or nieces to see this and have unnatural thoughts in their head. None of this is true. A woman can’t love another woman. My religion forbids it”, she replied, completely pissed off by now. And quite honestly? So was I.
“Ma’am, I’m sorry, but would you let your daughters or nieces watch an action movie?”, I asked her. “Why not?”, she replied, now confused about my question.
“So, does your religion promote violence?”, I asked her. She didn’t utter a word, but I knew she was there.
“’, ’ . . ’ , ’ . ’ . , ’ ‘’. . . ’ , ?”, I said, only to hear the call cut from her end.
Just as I put down my headphones, I saw my colleagues around me smiling. They smiled because I stood up. , .
PS, Happy Pride Month. Let’s celebrate love. PPS, I'm sorry if this wasn't particularly good.