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Saturday, February 09, 2008
Never Had A Friend Like Me
As much as is it's sometimes easy to forget your heritage when you're not living in your home country, you are often given subtle reminders of where you come from. For example, I've been born, raised, and living in Dubai pretty much all my life, yet there come times when I am sweetly reminded of the Indian in me.

Take for example this little scenario. I was at a friend's place chatting with his mum for a bit, and I happened to mention that I was attending a wedding the following weekend. Here's the conversation, word for word:

Me: ...oh and I'm attending 's (so and so's) wedding this weekend.
Her: Oh really? That's nice...they are such a cute couple!

That's it - topic over and done with in under 5 seconds. Now I mistakenly mentioned the same thing to my mum, and pretty much all hell broke loose. You know when your mum has clearly lost it when the entire conversation consists of questions. So here goes:

Me: ...oh and I'm attending a wedding this weekend mum.
Mum: Wedding? Whose wedding?
Me: (so and so)
Mum: Them? They are getting married? Why are they getting married now? How old is that girl? She is still so young, no? And what does that boy do? I think she is also still studying, right? How is she going to study if she has a family? And isn't that boy die-vorced? What do the parents think? How can she marry a die-vorced man? Where are they having the wedding? In Dubai? Who is saying the mass? Do they even know what proper marriage is? You think these youngstars will stay at home to look after a family? Where are they holding reception? Big hotel or at their place? And what are you giving them?


Hai Hai.


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3 Comments:
Blogger Farriemist said...
oye ve... my grandmother and other random aunties would add in one more question to that list if i had this conversation with them, "so when are you getting married?" and my answer would be "tomorrow at this time... be there, have roger's raspberry soda, parsi food and go home by 10."
1:50 AM  
Blogger Kiwi Boy said...
That die-vorce line was so authentic!v
3:11 AM  
Blogger rosh said...
haha! bazillion questions and more :)
9:46 PM  
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