Citizens of Gupistan, I come to you with exciting and wonderful news. I am NOT an ABCD.
See, my mother told me that several months before I was physically born, my parents and my older siblings were visiting Pakistan. Well, I don’t really want to get into much detail with this, so let’s just put it as plain as can be: Technically, there is a very large chance that I was MADE in Pakistan, if you catch my drift (since my mom had me approximately 9 months after they came back from Pakistan). Therefore, I first came to existence in Pakistan…at a very primary stage, ofcourse.
…and so, this reasoning would make me FOB, indeed. Although, I need some help in regaining my true identity. I’ve pretty much gotten the whole talk down (replacing all the “w”'s with "v"s and vice versa), but I think I’ll pass on the highwater pants. I’ve just recently tackled that nostril inflaring technique you use when you’re angry at someone.
Soooo, you people being experts at this stuff and all, I was just wondering if you could give me a few tips on how to flourish in the most FOBly ways possible.
Lajjy-o - I’ve noticed you comment on my pink font just about every time you reply to one of my threads. You know it drives you crazy. You wish you had thought of the idea first.
…and vutt?! vhy yoo say dees? i AM FOB!
cat-woman - Well, what can I say. It all comes natural
Danial I completely understand how you feel that FOBism is something only the purest can be a part of, but my reasoning allows me to walk around with a stinky saalan smell and feel PROUD.
Cat - 4 years is good enough.Just as long as you had an accent when you moved. See, I was BORN with a desi accent because I learned English from my parents who both have huge accents. Unfortunately, I lost my accent over time, as well as many other beautiful gifts that come with being a FOB.
Unfortunately I barely remember those early years, in which I’m assuming I only spoke in Urdu…I recall going to montessori and singing on stage in front of a large crowd, and bursting into tears at the end of the performance and running to my daddy who was sitting in front.
I attended kindergarten again in Africa … so thats probably where I learnt English.
Lajjo, Im talking about real Urdu … you wouldnt say that to an elderly aunty now would you.
