Re: Night life for a shareef desi
ravage:
ah, a thread after my own heart.
the shareef desi in the west is sad. not to say that the shareef desi in the east isnt sad either, but atleast everyone over there is sad.
we had an italian friend named marco, who shared an apartment with a friend from my group. when he came, we had high expectations of him transforming our lives, a certifiable angrez in our group, not like previous entries, who were half angrezes themselves and thus no good.
he had this crazy idea about learning about other cultures, inspite of our discouragement. but still, he let us decide what to do at night, and gradually he too became part of the daily walk to the restaurants, debating on the way why our lives sucked and we had no luck with women aside from piracha sahab (who has one leg amongst sharif desis, another in sharif koreans). everyone dismissed sharafat as a cause, we know each other too well, so it came down to force of habit and lack of water. meanwhile we’d grimly munch our fish burgers, and then plan the rest of the night, mostly computer games and making fun of nikka.
when marco left us, he was one of us. bespectacled, a long distance girlfriend, spending 20 hours out of 24 indoors, infront of the computer screen, he had learnt to play computer games and grimaced like he was being poked with a stick at the mention of a night out, because it would be with the rest of us, eating fish burgers, talking about why we live the way we do.
Ravage, unfortunately this is so damn funny and I can so relate to it. I used to have a knack of scaring away even my desi friends with my highly introspective agendas. Sad really.