Whatever may come…

September 28, 2005

Why?

Filed under: Dukhti Rag

Oh why oh way don’t people understand me? Do I not get across to you? Do I not have a grasp over the language we converse in? Apparently not a problem I assume, so is it something more than I can understand? Why do people let me down all the time? Why does it seem like everyone’s conspiring against me? What have I done to deserve this wrath? Why do you refuse to cooperate with me? Am I a difficult person? Its not like I ask for the moon & stars? Or do I make unreasonable demands? Ok, so you told me that you have not done this before, but there has to be a first time, don’t you agree? Or is it my eternal problem-do I speak too fast for you to understand what I’m saying? Do we not have a mutual two-sided conversation where you reply to whatever I’ve said & only then I proceed? Can’t you tell me that you don’t understand so that I could maybe explain further? Is my explanation inadequate in detail? & its not like I have this problem with just 1 person, or 2 even, I’ve had to bear it all the time! Is it an epidemic, or is it just me? Am I wrong in expecting you to have understood me? Do I have to accept the harsh reality that you people just plain refuse to understand me, that you will just NOT do as I expect you to? Or are my expectations that flawed?

Amazing what a bad-day-at-the-hair-saloon can trigger…

September 26, 2005

main…woh…ummm…!

Filed under: Dukhti Rag

I feel so wierd. All along, whenever I’m asked as to what’s my mother tongue/language, I answer Urdu. Coz at home, we do speak in urdu. I’ve never spoken to my parents in anything other than urdu. Even with my brother,sisters. Ok, its been angraizi with them at times, but mostly it is urdu.I knew that I used aap with everyone-even kids much younger than myself, etc.But I never felt insecure about it in any way.Until I went to Malaysia for the undergrad. As you all know by now, that’s the time I started hangingout with my pakistani pals.& thats when the fun started-well,atleast for them. I was ridiculed, for using aap with everyone. They’all used tum.I’d never used tum before.But that still wasn’t as bad as the hum. Now at home, we’all used hum to refer to our respective self. Not main. Just mom used main (is that attributable to her pakistani upbringing?).All the rest of us would use hum.yes, I know hum is for we, not for I.But thats how we spoke.Urdu. Our Urdu.Needless to say, the guys poked fun at me all the time.Especially these 2 guys, who weren’t even my close buddies, & left soon.But they’d done the damage. So one fine day, I decided that I’d start using main, tum, etc. So I started by standing infront of the mirror, & telling myself, Mo.., tum. Tum! …Tum! I even raised a pointed finger at my reflection in the mirror while doing it. So I started using it. Now, ya’all know the implications of that- when using main, the rest of the words of the sentence/statement would also have to be changed! So each time I wanted to say something, I’d open my mouth, & then stopt to think of what I had to say & how I’d say it. It became so wierd, that I started to keep quiet at times, coz it was so wierd having to think of how to say stuff before actually saying it, & that took time-it took out all the fun of conversation! Ofcourse, it even made me insecure as hell! I started to feel like such a confused desi! jabke I grew up in the middle east, not in the west!& we spoke urdu at home, not angraizi! So I’d try to get used to speaking urdu their way, & in the middle of that I’d get a call from home, & on the fone with family, I’d speak it the home way-hum & aap & all.

Just when I got used to the main & tum & all, it was time for me to go back home- I was done with the undregrad! So it was back to the hum’s & aap’s. Until I moved here, down under. T’was ok in the beginning (I was with Indians, don’t ask), but right now I’m back in a flat-full of pakistanis, & just the other day I was told to use tum & not aap! Oh, & did I tell you what happened on sunday? Well, we’d thought of going to the beach on sunday morning, so come morning, I finally go to flatmate’s room & wake him up to ask him ki kya irada hai? & when I wake him up (well,atleast I thought I woke him up), he says matla abar ulood hai! & I just stand there & blink. I wasn’t even sure if that was urdu, or something else?! He repeats it. & repeats it once more. & then finally says it in angraizi! Oh, & I didn’t even know what a bait-ul-khala was! I just knew it as a hammam-& we didn’t even use that word (hammam).

So I’m back to feeling so insecure about my urdu skills. & it isn’t even something you could work on & get the better off, in a coupla days. I almost wish I’d attended a pakistani skool- or taken urdu as second language at (my indian) skool. In case you were wondering, I’d taken Hindi & later on French (oh, & for 1 year, even Bangla- in India, & ofcourse, Arabic at skool-but that was made so easy becoz of all the indian non-muslim students that I’m ashamed of my arabic aswell). I can still read hindi, even after all the years, but I can’t converse in french. Oh, & shudh (pure) hindi (as in news casts etc) is definately a no-no.& my malay isn’t anything worth bosating about either. When I speak to any malaysian, they say I’m speaking Bahasa Indonesia, & when I try it on an indonesian, they tell me to give it up! So, I rather wish I could speak just a language or 2 only, but properly! Sigh…! Till then, I’ll just try to pick up a word or 2 from my flatmates!& continue to be ridiculed…?!

September 23, 2005

Where are my (I’ll-set-you-up) desi aunties?!

Filed under: Kabhi Khushi

Ok. First & foremost. I had to type this a second time coz Firefox gave me hell by stirring up an error that made me lose the whole post-I’d even ended it-just had to click on ’save’ but alas,that was not meant to be. Now we all know how hard it is to try to remember what you wanted to post about & how you’d written what you wanted to post about?! Its never the same. You tend to forget stuff. Sigh. What a way to ring in my 23rd…!

So I turned 23. While the railways in this city turned 150.& No, this isn’t 1 of those I’m-23-but-don’t-have-anything-to-show-for-it kinda posts. I’m my usual self.Maybe, even happier than usual. Now that could be because I just recieved this really nice ecard from my sis FA-& yes, I’ll always be your P**** B*** (& no, you’re not giving that away here).

Or, it could be because I know that I have my pals around me afterall-& so what if it meant that I gave them the treat 2 nights ago?Well, 1 of them’s giving us a treat on the day-& so what if that’s his delayed recent burtday treat?! Don’t you just love all-you-can-eat lunches?!

Just today I found a blog where the blogger also turned 23 this week, & had actually put up 22 achievements for the past 22 years & a to-do list for the next 7 years (till age 30). Now as much interesting as that sounds, ya’all know how lazy I am when it comes to making up such lists. So I’ll just hafta let that one pass…Yes, the blog’s linked on the left, alongwith some other new ones.

Oh, remember my emotionally frustrated post?Well, I think just the next day, I got myself a copy of the United Muslims of Australia’s magazine- The Message (get the Marriage issue here). It was a gorgeous spring day, bright, sunny, with clear blue skies, cool breeze, & I was headed towards the Royal Botanical Gardens.So I was still in the I’m-so-lonely/alone mood, & here I am reading an entire mag that had Marriage as its central theme! The whole mag was about how Muslims should go about getting married.So now Saeed wasn’t alone anymore (& no, I don’t say this because of all those nearly stripping aussie poeple around me).Now the much single Saeed started having thoughts about getting married! The articles make you feel how approachable marriage is! Suddenly marriage seemed so easy (like steps 1-2-3..), so appropriate,proper, so well thought-of, so logically set-out, so I-can-do-this… so I-wanna-get-married! I mean, I’d recently read coupla bloggers who’d posted about these annoying, desi aunties whose sole purpose in life is to fix you up with so & so…! Now that made me wonder. Why don’t I have any such aunties who’d fuss over me? Why don’t I have anyone trying to set me up with someone…?

Ofcourse I wasn’t going to call up Mommie dearest & announce that I wanna get married rightaway! One major no-it-ain’t-time-yet argument was that I still can’t support a wife-not with my present pay packet. So I wasn’t that into it, lekin the idea that marriage is so do-able just wasn’t going away…Oh, & I’m not the only one with such thoughts after having read the mag- my matey M also had similar ideas!

So what’s the whole point of mentioning the above? Well, don’t you think there just might be some connection between my hitting the big 23 & being single? Ok, so its not like I’ve hit the 30’s or anything, lekin phirbhi?! Or are you of the opinion that I really should see a shrink now…?No, no, not a single hum-umar shrink. I meant, do I have issues in my head that need to be dealt with?

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