Just Another Stupid Love Story

There are millions of such `stupid` love stories. And come to think of it, many of us guys` first flames are fifth/sixth grade teachers.

Urstruly, whether it is your personal story or fiction, it was a joy to read about events that showed the coming to age of a life. I particularly liked the character of the lost Qazi.

Only weakness may have been the conclusion which could not tie in the `writs` metaphor as neatly as one assumed it should when beginning the story.

I don`t know why I read it with such interest, I usualy filter out things that aren`t related to politics. It was very will written, at many instances, I said. ``aww``.

``Obviously, I was too naïve to understand the concept of marriage. But I felt hurt. The pain was strange. It was like the pain of betrayal when someone who is trusted and close to you betrays you unknowingly, innocently and unintentionally. Deep down inside you feel like punishing your betrayer but you can’t. You find yourself not only tied down but gagged as well. And no one else does it to you but you.``

:)

We all get over it...

Aisha

Urstruly,

What a wonderful piece! You draw a very sharp picture of what it was like to be a kid! Took me back to my early years as well :). I am sure that there are young kids right now chanting ``Die Ganju die`` as we speak. I was laughing hard at that and the warnings about the Qazi. An original story.

--cheers

Lyahus

Urstruly Mian,

You sure do know how to tell a story. Very well written, and extremely entertaining. Thank You.

Asim

Fun piece. I enjoyed reading it. Let`s have more.

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You piece was very well written. I`ve had my schoolboy crushes too. Still remember Ms. Patsy from 5th grade, the face and above all, the perfume she wore.

sigh...

A story well told.

urstruly:

Nice yarn.

The son of Laius and Jocasta would understand.

rgds,

t

Highly original (nobody can create such a story!!)

Oh dude,

Sorry to hear this . . . us air force people (and families) love to torture ourselves. We are masochists yaar! we are proud masochists in love with pain.

After all your pro-islamic nonsense I was determined not to read a word of what you wrote but this story made me cry in my bloody office . . . I am crying in my own office!

Torture!

This is soo like a Pakistani boy. We all love to yearn for impossible loves . It is almost self defeatest. We escape our own happiness. This ``pure``-itanical love is the fire that has burned us all.

I recently witnessed the Pakistani woman`s version of this , which is : fall in love with a jerk who mistreats you. So that you associate bad memories with love and then end up becoming bitter and cynical : ``oh love is over rated - sex is over rated`` etc.

In other words : both sub consciously avoid love.

Lastly ``ghaday! kaan khainchooN ga agar tujh jaisa admi Islam kay gul gayay ga``

Shiraz

SURE WHT EVER U SAY i believe you urstruly. by the way i msut tell u that not every time this happens occasionally. you know what i am trying to say!!!

love, adila

Interesting and mostly well written. The passion of juvenile crushes. It did seem to be two stories though. One, in which your wrist is the central focus. The other, a crush on a pretty teacher. I don`t think combining them worked, for me at least. Apart, they would both be even more wonderful stories.

I liked the way you captured the atmosphere and not so innocent aura of youth. I liked the part at the end, where Miss Rabia is briefly rejuvenated by her awareness of the crush. Crushes do wonders for one`s ego, huh?

I enjoyed reading this. Sorry for rambling.

Not a stupid love story; a pristine one indeed. Right from the heart.

Hope to read more literary work from you, Sami Jhalla. Your narration and painting the situation are remarkable. You took me right along when describing Potohar and Punjaban. At least we agree about the beauty of Potohar and its people.

How come almost all pakistani women have their names ending with an ``a``. They are ``A`` class certainly.

Having read your earlier stories, I sat down with a Keelex box. But for a change, this time I didn`t need it. Even though it was just another stupid (and sweet) love story, you somehow know how to make each scene and image so real.. and effective.

Anyway, knowing that you have a habit of keeping your readers in suspence, i am guessing there is a second part to the story. If so, please, tell us what happens next..