Those of you who have the courtesy of leaving ure comments on my guestbook must have read about me , my mother , anila and nareeman . Sheesh .This is gonna be difficult . Anyways ...Nareeman is a really good friend . She has a babyboy and will be having her babygirl soon . Today , we'll talk about how me and nareeman got together to share one of the most amazing relationships a man can have with a woman .we are Pals .


I dont remember the date . It was a sunday . It was one of those days of my apartheid when i was living with my family . We had to go to a wedding . Now those of you who know about karachi weddings , thats good . But those who dont , lemme tell you . A karachi shaadi is Grand , Colorful and so darn late . SO , that day we went to the wedding after 11:00 .Even then i though it was too early . I wore a cream magzi silk kurta with a pajaama . I liked it . Anyways around 11:30 when i was about to die from boredom and fake smiles , I went out to have a smoke .I walked out , searched for a corner . Kinda like the territorial pissing kinda thing . When i smoke , i wanna enjoy it .


As i turned around the corner , I bumped into a sky blue object . It felt warm and shubby and i thought that i must have bumped into one of those heroine addicts sitting in a corner smoking their lungs out . Not that i didnt smoke or anything . I just think that if you do somehthing , you should thorughly enjoy it .Not worry about squat .And i would worry about bumping into someone if im sitting right on a corner passsing out ..Anyways i stepped back and looked at it .


It was a girl .A huge startle on her face. Around My age . Long jet black hair .Huge eyes laced with a ton of Mascara . A big bindia on her fore head . Wearing a sky blue gharara . Load of chorians . A small gold neckless with a locket with the letter 'N' . And a small handy purse in her hand . This was Nareeman . The first encounter . She was crying . I guess thats why her mascara was running , and the eyes looked incredibly huge and pretty . Whats this about a girl crying that can do anything . Back then i didnt give a squat about others let alone a crazy looking pretty girl outside a wedding crying her head off . Anyways before i could say anything . She mumbled an appology and ran off . I though about it for a moment and then my desire took over . The smoking desire . Get it ! . Anyways I walked on . Kept thinking about Abbu and all the shit that had been happening between us . It probably took me 30 minutes to smoke , think ,get some fresh air and get back ..


I walked in a circle to get back to the wedding from the other side . The parking side . I couldnt believe myself . There she was the wierd mascara running girl sitting on MY CAR !!! .And she was wiping her hanky on the car . I mean she could cry all she want for all i care . Who gives a fuck BUT YOU DONT SIT ON MY HONDA ACCORD .AND YOU DONT WIPE URE 'STUFF' ON MY CAR ... Sigh . I was like this once for a whole 3 months . Really . This is one of those 100 dayz . I cannot believe myself . Anyways I walked up to her . She looked at me and smiled . SMILED .I mean really smiled .


I guess that was 'one' of those profound moments in my life when i realised that One can cry and smile at the same time . That one can take life EASILY . Without making it hard for yourself and for others . In those dayz , i was soo pessimistic . Angry . Hurt . Sad . If you dont know what im talking about , you've done a shit job reading my older entries ! Things were happening in succession without any apparent reason . Anyways .... lets just say , i didnt smile at lot . NOW ... All i DO is smile . Wooooo Hoo !!! . Awright lets get back .


I took out my hanky to wipe my car . She blurted out a quick thankyou . What !!! Not my hanky too .. I handed her the hanky . And now i said to myself, what the heck . Smile for gods sake you cray motherfucker . U good for nothing skeptic . I literally said that to myself . Really did . After she was through with my hanky , She said she had to go . I smiled . Yes . I SMILED . the rude , arrogant , quiet serial killer smiled . heheh. I stayed outside for another 15 mins . Went back to the wedding .


Food was served . I got some grub . Took a corner seat and started munching while i scooped the area for anything interesting . I could see my father in a distance surrounded by a group of our relatives . He had returned recently from Paris . Some hospital project there . I heard some laughter . 'Khe Khe Khe '. You know one of those intentional ones that tell you , "We know what you did .. you killed the poor girl , stole her KitKAt and stuff " . I turned .


The table next to mine had my mother , sisters and a few other people . My mother was talking to .. wait a minute ... the same mascara running girl . Now she looked all fine . You know women have this incredibly amazing Knack of composing themselves . I mean look at the way they dress for funerals even . Khiar .. . I dont have anything against it . They look purty . mummy was talking to her and she was looking at me . A smile again . kyaaaa ? i took my plate and sat by my mother . Mama told me that she was the sister of the girl who was getting married . I didnt even know who was getting married ...


I gota go .... I have a class in an hour . Need to get ready and stuff . Meanwhile im looking for a pic of a bride with a gharara . A dulhan . Id post it here . i want people to see how beautiful a paki bride looks .. if any1 of u can find a pic , good enough or else id have to look for it .. Oh and the glossary is getting longer and longer . Ill be soon putting up a new page for it . And i will be asking my mother about these words b/c im not too sure i can make you guyz understand what some of them really mean...


the rest in my first encounter with Nareeman tommorrow ....