Today a father and son walked into the shop. They were chattering in Hindustani and the son was being super deferential to his dad.
There was something about the father and son pair that screamed Pakistani. The father had the heavy-set ruddy gruff behaviour that characterises so many Punjabis middle aged men and his youngish son (who was interviewing at Cam for MechEng undergrad next year) just looked salt of the earth Pakistani. I had clocked the father’s gold bling but I disregarded it.
After a while I threw in an Urdu word just to signal I was Desi too. While in other parts of the country this would go unnoticed & rather unremarkable, Cambridge is defined by the white-Chinese dynamic. They were a bit startled and then I asked if they were Pakistanis. The father was like no we’re Indians. Furthermore that they were from Gujarat, which I was rather taken aback from since Gujaratis have such a different feel to them. Continue reading Pakistan’s Ghost in the Indus





