So, my mom calls me the other night and goes on and on about the abundance of rishtas (for those of you who don't know, that's Urdu for proposals) she's been receiving for me and my brother from folks who saw us at the funeral. Yes, at the funeral.
Leave it to Pakistanis to see the matchmaking potential of all occasions.
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You're beginning to annoy me, Sabila Khan. Get laid and quit whining. Once upon a time you had an interesting blog.
Hey anonymous, no one's making you read my blog. If you don't like it, don't read it.
Dear anonymous,
Here's a piece of advice for you: take your puny head out of your ass and you'll see that not only is this blog still interesting but it's also entertaining and funny! You're a loser.
Thanks.
-Amir.
I don't know why we have this sick custom, but for some reason, funerals are the time that old Pakistanis use to talk about rishtas and related problems. It's like the blowing of a whistle to start a race where everyone had already gotten into position. Maybe they think they must take steps to start the process of replacing the one who passed away?
Sajjad,
I guess matchmaking at funerals is more prevalent then I thought. I suspect that, for my mother and cousins (who shared great belly laughs over the thought of my brother and me getting sized up at such a solemn event), it was a much needed source of distraction.
Amir,
Good looking out, man.
Can't we all just get along now?
Hello Sabila,
I had been holding back talk of introducing you to my ocusin (the bschool grad who I mentioned in a previous comment) given the solemn current situation, but given that the talk has returned to matchmaking, I suppose now is as good time as any!). (I should just get him to write you on your blog but given his current job he usually doesn't get home till 1-2am by which time he's completely knackered). He's a great guy, (a bit flirtatious but I figure the right fiesty woman will put a stop to that!), fancies himself well-read (relative to other business school grads/investment bankers I guess he probably is) and has a wicked sense of humour (did I mention he looks great in a pal zileri or zegna suit as well?). And he's quite in tune with his cultural/religious identity (so aunties love him too!). Now my fingers are tired from typing... how can I get him in touch with you???? Do you have an email address? (and I swear, this is not a friend taking the piss!).
And would you (if he was lucky enough to be able to sweep you off your Jimmy Choo-clad feet) be amenable to spending 1 year-18 months in London next year? His firm will likely transfer him to he London office next january for an international stint. I'm getting ahead of myself...
'Aunty-Ji'
P.S. Aunty-ji in spirit only...I'm 27 myself!
P.S. He's 32...is that too old for you?
Aunty-ji
Matchmaking at a funeral... very interesting :D
go to friendster...add sabila there and exchange info there...
there's no way in heck anyone will put their personal email etc here...
=)
just a little tidbit...cause i think 32 is PERFECTLY fine for her...and i think London is FABULOUS for her...
sorry Sabila but I say GO TO LONDON GIRL!
problem solved.
=D
you stalker! that's so hot!
this is all so weird
Nothing like a little bit of censorship to fix this pickle.
See Aunti-ji. All better. Are you on Naseeb, btw?
i wuv you
I suggest you demand to see a picture of this aunty-ji's cousin before you have any form of communication with him. Preferably one in speedos.
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