My Friend Pervez

I don`t know.

To me friendship with a hindu is a subject as complicated as his dhotti. You seem to have pretty easy ride though.

What`s the point of this kind of friendship when you are too scared to discuss the contentious points? This kind of friendship works because desis in foreign land because whether Kashmir gets resolved or not does not affect their day to day life.

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Urstruly,

It is less complicated than reading Islamic verses in that frikking madarassa with all gay fundoos. World class perverts!!!

Not a very good article. Both characaters are as much away from reality in Indian subcontinent as they are from their native countries.

Arvind Verma:

A very good reality based article. I had a chance of going through a similar relationship in the late 80s in the USA. We were suitemates and attending same college. No problems ever erupted, except when some of my Pakistani friends visited me from south. Their careless remarks opened a pandora`s box. However, the problems were resolved as soon as my friends left. During our friendship, we were able to appreciate each other`s religion as Great Way of living our individual lives.

But you are right 100%. We were able to continue friendship by not discussing the problems. It may be a hypocritical approach to some like Mahesh G jee (with due respect), but to me that was the most honest way of going about.

At the end of our education, both of us returned to our respective countries, but still are in touch.

#1 by Urstruly on February 19, 2004 11:44am PT

Did you have an unfotunate traumatic childhood experience related to a Dhotti?

Regarding the article, its not good, but we have struggled thru many other ``anguish expressing`` articles on the chowk (e.g. there was one by minhas about her anguish with burger class) and expressed sympathy, so we can say that the author is expressing his frustrations. In summary

1) hindoos (indians) are worried about the islamic nukiller bum
2) pakistanis are worried about the hindoo hagemony
3) both are worried about their kids marrying the wrong kind (incl. each others)
4) the author is surprised that parvez has a visa
5) he thinks that phobias are media sustained, hence if denied or ignored will vanish
6) he concludes that non-nris/nrps are deep thinkers and need to be more emotional

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A very good write-up. Nothing `literature` type--the kind brown-trash is busy churning out in journals in the vain hope that a goraa might notice their pathological germination.

This is on a one-to-one level interaction which the professors (no longer a respectable term) and intellectuals manage in reams of paper-loss . This is fresh and live. Theirs reek of anticeptic, chloroform and formaldehyde. The CHOWK article-morgue and mummy-museums is full of them. Some are still on the autopsy table.

Please write more about such first-hand experiences in first-person. Enough of the `literature` here, the deliberate riddle wrapped in an enigma--the bi-polar wretchedness of the anglicised-writer.

``....People from both the nations are getting along together and finding that their cultural-historical bonds are stronger than their geographical-political [even religious] divisions. It is this realization of common heritage and similarity that sustains the togetherness. Our friendship is not an isolated case.............``

Despite all this we keep clinging to TNT as if it was part of our faith in Islam.

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Dear Hindus

I think your indignation is misplaced. I did have Hindu friends in the past – as a matter of fact I had Hindu class-mates and friends, as early as in Pakistan in engineering school. And I tell ya they were more than acquaintances because I did occasionally let them borrow my motorbike. As you know, one never lends his motorbike to an acquaintance you usually lend it to a friend. I`d let them use my bike despite the fact that I knew very well that they used it to transport hookers and desi liquor while claiming to transport their cousin with a broken leg to Ganesh Maharaj`s aashram at Ratan Talao; but I did let them use my bike because everything is fair between friends. Right?

When I was coming to USA the people from older generation advised me to trust a snake but never a Hindu. I scoffed at their ignorance. My parents got scared when they heard older people advising me to keep Hindus at poles length. May be they thought that Hindus were like those Pathans who kidnap little children and then fry them in a pan to prepare `Momiai` which can cure all diseases. They had no idea that Hindus still lived in Pakistan and I had been chummy with them already. I scoffed at my parents too.

I was going to become a white man soon and I used to scoff at almost everything in those days. I was learning to be as politically correct as possible, just like white man, and I was busy giving my `sorry` and `thank you` a spit shine in those days. I was learning how to hide `tuhaadi bhen nu…..` under a broad smile just like white man in those days.

And then I came to USA, where 90% of brown things are Hindus. I forgot my parent`s and older people`s advices; and I forgot my Mom`s pleading and again became chummy with Hindus. I even became roommate with some of them. Oh heck! With some of them I even went through the ultimate ritual of men`s universal brotherhood i.e. skirt chasing aka bhoondi.

But soon the white man`s political correctness began to fade away just like the color of a cheap made-in-Bangladesh underwear. I just couldn`t put my finger on it but I sensed that there was something wrong with my friends. May be it is my fault that I un-intentionally shifted my focus to darker Africans – Africans who were Muslims but with non-Muslim sounding names. May be it was the conversation with them that I started feeling that Hindus were like those loving and caring wives who poke needles into the voodoo dolls of their husbands while they are asleep; or they were like shias who put a dead man`s used bathing water into the tea of their unsuspecting un-shea guests. They were like Quadianis who….. And then that cow thing. The stench became unbearable. I still cannot stand a moment in a south Indian grocery store. Things are becoming even more complicated everyday. Sometimes I do think that life was quite easy with white man`s PC thing. But I am in a downward spiral – complications are beginning to intrigue me again. I think I will go to hell.

Why do I have a feeling that Urstruly is a fraud??? Post #12 has the humor and irony of a Hamidm post, not a Flamin Mullah. Is it possible that Urs/Hamidm are a Doppelganger?

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Urstruly,

did you lived in police quarters near RatanTalao/Saeed Manzil?