One Mans search for the elusive "One"

Check the two videos out below, worth watching about a mans search for his bride to be....

Part One:




Part Two:


Enjoy

The river crossing...

Over the last week or so, I have been much exposed to what in the sub-continent term known as "caste", in respect to the marriage issue.

This has always been something that I didn't and to an extent don't completely understand especially in the context of Islam and religion where one faith means just that (no prejudices based on colour, creed,nationality, region and class).

Now what is caste, what does it mean to to be a Chowdry, Syed, Ahmed or Khan in today's World, and more so in modern day cosmopolitan Britain.

I have met a sister and her main Q (even before all the other seemingly non-significant ones may expect such as faith, family, profession and so on...) was which caste I came from. I was dumb founded as just plainly said "I don't know", so that brought out my speculation as to what this all meant.

In my parents time, the caste system was one that prevailed and was taken to be very significant and almost the ultimate filtering system of who one can marry or not as the case may be. Those times of caste and class was there to ensure that one knows the type of people and their common ethics and practices. Also I expect due to Geographical immobility this was maintained forthright as one simply couldn't go across the river to the the other village/town.

As I embarked upon trying to find out what "my caste" is or was without getting impressionist looks from those around my family, I found that my Papa had already completely some kind of family tree just a few days prior (must be sixth sense or what).

So now that I know I am a Khan, am I more different than when I was oblivious to what my caste was. The answer is still No. I am still the same and my religion of Islam dictates my behaviour and how I conduct myself, god willing.

I personaly thing as we live in this World that filtering to an extent is required when their is a large pool of fish to choose from, however when their is a shortage of available fish then one must cover other rivers and lakes as long as the foundations are common and right, but be prepared that the waters due to entering the "unknown" has it's own energy and challenge.

(((Platform Noise)))

A while back in my quest to find the perfecto mondo person, I came across a girl with a great heart and soul, she was full of energy. We spoke over the phone in the infancy of our meeting and realised early on that there was no chemistry in the sense of marriage.

As I began to tell her that there was no future, she began to feel very emotional saying " you haven't even seen me yet" and was almost going into waterworks. As the perfect gentlemen what can a man do? I could flee and say " see ya later", or as one of my uni mates would say "my mum is calling me" and shoot off as if I had some telephone transmitted contagious virus! So finally ended chat with the conversation spanning " lets meet soon" - was I a sucker for punishment in hindsight!

The day came when we where due to meet, nerves running wild in the women corner, I was a bit perplexed with the whole situation not really knowing why I was meeting her...suppose it was for closure purposes I said to myself.

So we met, the first instance I knew my decision was right all along, as we walked well I did, the sister in question well she was stumbling... as I could only hear the sounds from the front go ..."Clik", Clak", "Clok", I was like what the hell is that, looking back I see her with her 5inch platforms!- it was not a pretty sight, she was asking me to slow down I was thinking any slower and I will be doing the damn moonwalk!

Eventually, as she got over the virtual mountains we took our place at Pizza Hut to get some food, we ordered a buffet (a real caveman's dream of hardcore unadulterated Carbs!), I thought she would prefer this as lets say she looked like she wasn't too shy when it came to food!

If, you have seen White Chics, the next part you will be able to relate too...I was stuffing them Pizzas left right and centre, thinking the sister is going to get so mad and run off, but she loved me having an appetite. Guess she was not hungry (as hard as it was to believe).

Well after a few hours later playing all the real man games like pool and bowling (well cant really get her to play squash now come on!) and whipping her in all - I called it a day, think she was well exhausted after just watching me!

Espanol Chica

Espanol Chica! Met one over the years. This was a Bengali girl like no other as she loved Spanish like it was the bees knees, giving me Como esta, Me nombre...well after much deliberation and competition on the spanish phrases I was definitely beaten and had my work cut out!

As for the Chica, she was pleasant as one can be. She however was part of the Bengali aristocracy a place called "Nwakali", now I was not too sure of the exact predicament of the people of their area Vs my family who very much proudly originate from the people republic of Sylhet i.e. ordinary folk from the village. Her family consists of Army officials, barristers, doctors and alike and they were partying and functioning with the powers to be within Bangladesh.

This high flying socialites, our family were definitely not so I suggested maybe too many assumptions may not go down too well so I suggested we meet.

After meeting at a Arabe Cafe in Shephards Bush, I concluded that things were left as they were and we go our own ways. First they speak a different mother tongue, have different values, and more so I thought there was definitely no attraction there, as she was just too tall and big for me.

So adios chica was the last and final word here.

Wedding Season Becons 2G7

Once again the wedding season becons, so get the best outfits, thats for the ladies the endless prize outfits, what is it these days...I have lost count or is it me being a man I have simply forgotton...Opps! Also less not forget the bling bling "shuna" (gold in Bengali toungue) and for the men just a plain suit and if your <35 and close freind of the bride or groom, a clourful stylish Sharwani!

I have been inundated with the endless pre-wedding talk about the "Sini-fan" engagement from 3 of my good freinds. One I have known for almost 4 years, other 3 years and the last 2 years. So will need to get a new outfit and also work damn overtime to bring them good presents, but they are such nice peeps that I would not have in any other way.

Can't wait to get dressed and no doubt take some pics, snap snap snap like a Paparazzi on a mission.

The Warm Welcome to Opening of Shaadi Hike

Assalumu Alaikum (Peace be Upon You) .
I opened this blog spot having had an itch to post comments of my experiences in finding my marriage and life partner for some time now.

Looking for a prospective life time partner is hard but inshaAllah (God willing) it wil be worth the wait. But also note life is definitely what you make of it and its about having fun and smiling along the journey, so dont forget that.

The names on this site are truly fictionless but the characters and experiences are very much true.

So without further ado, lets begin the journey that is the past, present and future. Now tell me are you ready to enter the Shaadi-hike?

Slipped through the Net

I was once again speaking to a new contact having exchanged pleasantries on the mail front we began to exchange numbers. The sister was not very familiar with MSN or its existence so I was acting more as an IT help desk personnel for most of the first 15 minutes of our initial "intro" conversation.

Having found the IT is not her forte, the next 15 minutes or so were spent kind of asking Q's. It was not the Q's I found difficult it was the delivery and responsiveness. A lots of "ermms", also speedy narrations of "yes" and "no" and "then" and "that", "oh", and more "ermm", it was a complete mumble jumble, I didn't know whether I was coming or going.

I really thought given the amount of peeps I have met on my hikes I had filtered carefully so as not to have people that I totally don't think I can communicate with (within a certain level) let along without even looking for things we may have in common). It just shows you can't be too careful.

Cest La Vie!