Y & U

This is a story that dates back to when I was born. It was stopped short in its tracks for many a year while I lived in Canada. But recently, it began again. the characters have not changed much, they have just grown up. The people that surround them have not changed either, family always remains the same.

Y is an old friend. A very old friend infact, from my days in Abu Dhabi and Dubai. He also happen to be a cousin. We are both quintessential rascals. The antithesis of much that is Pakistan. What attracts others is usually abhorred by us. Whatterrifies those that live here is usually our favourite activity. I would venture to say that I am slightly more responsible, but only minutely so.

Y came to my house to pick me up for dinner a few weeks ago in Karachi. We hit it off in five minutes, this after a gap of atleast 12 years in our friendship. Unbeknowest to us, we had grown up in each other's shadow. On different sides of the world, we both studied politics, remained cricket fans, grew to be fans of dancing, fashion and music. These similarities were perhaps indications that we had both had similiar childhoods, or perhaps it was destined that we would end up as such. We are elitists, Y and me, that might be because we realise we know more of this world than many people here can ever imagine. Or maybe we think that being open to new ideas leads us to be better educated, more worldly. But personally, I believe we feel elitist because we are just plain better (this might sound rude or haughty, but really, we are).

I can't mention some of the other things that we have in common, because well, on such aforum, those things are unmentionable; especially since his ass is on the line too. And though he acts all "I don't give a fuck", I am pretty sure his smile would paste pretty fast if he saw that I had printed such revealing evidence on the net.

Oh, okay... he hooked me up with a certain intoxicant known as sheet in French. Yeeyah! My boy. I am so proud of him. Serously yo, that shit is not considered cool here (who asked you?). Anyway, Y came through in fine style. This ranks him in the same category as many of my elite friends, not only did he put up with me and actually carry a conversation, he also became my dealewr within hours of meeting me. I told you the guy was talented, didn't I?

So, to end, I must say that Y and U are back in style. If all goes well, I think I shall be going to Dubai next year when he graduates and moving into an aprtment with him. Then we can rule the world like the elitists we are from the centre of the universe (fuck New York, and you too Kinshasa!).