Lol, I haven't really gotten tonnes of "pleasant" memories from my "homeland😛." There are more cons than pros, but yeah there several things\people I miss.
- Some true and close Relatives (First and foremost😛). There hasn't been a single second where I didn't miss them. It's been a long time since anyone stroked my hair till I went to sleep. Or fed me by hand.
- Servantsssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!!!! Omg here, we have to wash all the dishes, vacuum, clean the washroom, etc, by ourselves. There, there were so many tasks done by the servants. N' oh yeah, I got heavenly massages from my care maid (although sometimes I felt guilty since she was like 45 and the scene would have been better if it was me in her place and her in mine😛) about once a week in only five hundred rupees, n' that's not a lot comparing to the prices they charge here😆 😆 😆 😆
- I loved the poor people a lot. NOT BEGGARS. But poor people who strive to make enough money for a sufficient amount of food. Working roughly in the heat. I made friends with the people who didn't come anywhere in my social status. I felt kind of awkward at first, becuz they were totally opposite to the people I had hung out with. But then their willpower, their happiness despite of their financial condition, their faith in god, their ego level of zero (here, you wouldn't find a person with an ego level less than 5, including me), and their support used to make me sooooooooo happy. Everyday of PK, brought an ugly condition towards me, but when I saw that people, people who dont even know if they're going to have enough money to eat fully the next day, are going hanging around with smiles on their faces, leaving everything on God, are happy, then why not me. They were my biggest inspiration. Buying them gifts, giving them my pocket money chupke se (even though they tried to stop me, I used to force them into taking it😆) They were the same people who I used to get freaked out of at one time. But now It's been 3-4 years of desperation to get in contact with them again. I miss them a lot. All of them.
- I miss the food, also. Although now I have learned to make almost everything included in the cuisine of my homeland😛, i still miss those table thingies on the road, i don't know what their called in english😆 (very un-healthy to eat food which has been open in a dirty environment, but still it was sweet and funny😆), i miss the lil' lil' shops😆 (it wouldve been fun hanging out there if it wasnt so crowded and hot😆), I miss kicking people who gave me ahem... remarks, I miss throwing juice at the illiterate guys in the cinema who yelled soooo much crappy things everytime there was a "cheesy" scene (it pissed me off at times but they were funny in an immature way😆 😆 😆😆), I miss chaand raat before Eid, picking out chudiyan, jewellery, mehndi n all (but it all wouldn't have been fun without "the gang" i used to go out with😆. n' I miss that ice-cream waala😆 😆 😆 that used to come to our neighbourhood EVERY day, here we have to go to the store *yawn* and then get it. He was so sweet, and the sweet part is that most of the people who came like this (eg, ice cream waala, vegi waala😆) all considered me like a beti, were highly respecting and niiiiiiiiice and modest. Note: the elder ones😆. The younger ones were perverts🤢.
-Last but not the least, I miss Ali Zafar (that guy in my sig😛). When I met him he was only a kid. Now hez a frickin' rockstar. I bet he doesnt even rmr me😛, HA! Hez the "Channo" guy who has now just released his new album masty😳. n' Atif Aslam's biggest competitor in PK😆 😆 😆 😆 😆
This is like the first time I got so emotionally attatched to a topic:-p. I hope i didn't write too much😉 😳 😳 😆 😆
-Ria
Edited by ~*Ria*~ - 18 years ago
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