The earlier post in this forum about 'crushes; made me take a stroll down the memory lane.
If you a female born and raised in Pakistan in a middle class family with somewhat moderate conservative values..when you reach your adolescence and all the romantic Urdu poetry they teach at school (Meer Taqee Meer, anyone?) start getting into your head, not to mention the love sick Indian movies and TV drams about Mohabat and Piyar and all that good stuff…you are so ready and in some cases desperate to fall in love with someone. You are in love with the idea of being in the love. Your friends at school start acting coy and start talking about a certain cousin, the neighbor’s son next door or if nothing else the young larka that is the shop keeper’s son where you buy your Kajal…you know the young man with half a bottle of gel in his hair who’s always listening to the latest hits on the shop’s blaring stereo.
It was 1990, I had just finished Metric and was looking forward to college. All my friends at this time had a 'special one ’ in their young lives.Doesn’t matter they never spoke to that person, doesn’t matter the he didn’t know she even existed..every single of my friends had some one that could sigh over and pine after. Some were getting engaged, couple got married at age 16 ( after all we are talking of my beloved city of Peshawar, probably the most conservative part of the country )
I had completed all my education in a girl’s school and was going to the city’s only Co-ed collage. First day of class and I was bestowed by A. During the two years of collage I never spoke to him… there never was a reason .
We girls strickly stayed at one side of the classroom and the boys on the other side. Everything was segregated, in the lab the girls had their own section and the boys there own. When we did (NFC) or whatever it was called where you wear khaki uniform and learn to fire rifles..the boys were in the different part of the compound all together.
Anyways fast forward to 2008 and I just Goggled him…was 99.99% sure won’t be able to get any info and guess what I found him in less then a minute. Apparently he is a surgeon in Pakistan army and has published articles for the Army magazine about his Sia Chen (sp?) experiences. Aww.. I always knew he was special and will go places.
By the way my husband’s first crush name was Shubbo ( Yeah! how original :smirk ) He was fourteen and she was sixteen and they met at a Desi get together. He says they had a little chat in the garden and that was all. He never saw her again
First crushes! all I can say is: Yadden Yadden rey jathee hein, bus Yadden
