A Sizzling Saturday...
Great day had today. While not being directly spoken to by my mother (she's still mad over yesterday), I worsened the situation by not being ready to go to her friend's place by 6. They were holding a fast-opening bash and we actually managed to be late! Let's just say I'm glad it's one of her jolly friends, so I didn't have to worry about her getting even more pissed by the time we went home!
Though nobody there was actually my age, it was quite fun. I either played with 6 to 12 year olds, or hung out with old Pakistani men. So my converstions ranged from rabbits to Spider-Man to politics. It was quite interesting. And of course the old men had their obligatory jab at when I was to get hitched. It's almost become a joke as my mom tends to mention it WHEREVER we go! Now we all know she means it jokingly - I still need to finish school, get a good job, and save money - but my clock is ticking! I'm guessing I got another 3-4 years in me to milk this whole jawani thing.
While chilling with the older men, the Papa's if you will, I always get the strangest feeling. It's as if I'm a stand-in for my dad. While I do enjoy the conversations they have (I LOVE hearing Punjabi being spoken!), I always find myself misplaced, thought of as the "Canadian". Then again, the fact that they legitimately enjoy my opinions makes it worthwhile. I'm told I have defenite similarites to my Dad's style of banter and wit. And they seem to love it when I bring out the Urdu slang that would NEVER be expected from a "Canadian".
Anyhow, the night went well, until they started watching satellite Pakistani TV. They managed to put on a broadcast of a recent Jagjit Singh concert. Now I am aware that this guy is quite the singer, but God-DAMN he pulls at the heart-strings. I actually had misty eyes through one of his songs as it seemed to speak to me. I have no idea what the name of the song was, but I totally enjoyed his delivery of the following lyric (loosely translated into English) :
Though nobody there was actually my age, it was quite fun. I either played with 6 to 12 year olds, or hung out with old Pakistani men. So my converstions ranged from rabbits to Spider-Man to politics. It was quite interesting. And of course the old men had their obligatory jab at when I was to get hitched. It's almost become a joke as my mom tends to mention it WHEREVER we go! Now we all know she means it jokingly - I still need to finish school, get a good job, and save money - but my clock is ticking! I'm guessing I got another 3-4 years in me to milk this whole jawani thing.
While chilling with the older men, the Papa's if you will, I always get the strangest feeling. It's as if I'm a stand-in for my dad. While I do enjoy the conversations they have (I LOVE hearing Punjabi being spoken!), I always find myself misplaced, thought of as the "Canadian". Then again, the fact that they legitimately enjoy my opinions makes it worthwhile. I'm told I have defenite similarites to my Dad's style of banter and wit. And they seem to love it when I bring out the Urdu slang that would NEVER be expected from a "Canadian".
Anyhow, the night went well, until they started watching satellite Pakistani TV. They managed to put on a broadcast of a recent Jagjit Singh concert. Now I am aware that this guy is quite the singer, but God-DAMN he pulls at the heart-strings. I actually had misty eyes through one of his songs as it seemed to speak to me. I have no idea what the name of the song was, but I totally enjoyed his delivery of the following lyric (loosely translated into English) :
Seeing your eyes, my heart readies itself for a winter's suffer.
I'm guessing something gets lost in the translation, but it sounded amazing.
The night ended unfortunately with me being exposed to some bastardized Punjabi remixed music. Which meant I would hear classical songs, with 50 cent beats in the backround. Even worse, they actually had the gall to mix in his lyrics in the middle of a love song! Ugh!
The night ended unfortunately with me being exposed to some bastardized Punjabi remixed music. Which meant I would hear classical songs, with 50 cent beats in the backround. Even worse, they actually had the gall to mix in his lyrics in the middle of a love song! Ugh!
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