The Pakistani Marriage

The obvious question first: What would an Indian like me do in a Pakistani Marriage Party, here in Copenhagen. Naaah, no one sent me an invitation card to attend the marriage reception, and nor was any friend of mine involved in this, by pulling me forcibly into it. Money needs to be earned, and it doesn't matter how you get it. And so, I had no problems when a contractor from Pakistan asked me and some of my friends, if we would like to work at such a Party for some hours. It was the Pakistani party this time, and I could not skip it, for the following reasons.

First, and the most important, some amount of money would drop in. You would not get paid the by the typical rate of labor, since it is not as worky a job as others, but atleast you get paid half of it, and that too in 'kala', which is like instant-paid. Second, it turns out to be a sort of 'keep-you-alive' antidote (:P), after the week gone by and for the week to come. Thirdly, a lot of good, infact, very good food is available, all for free, and unlimited (that comes from my Indian Mentality :P). And fourth, you get to meet new people, and also get to see some our-kind-of people, who speak Urduish Hindi (ofcourse, garnished with some Danish mixture), and also wear somewhat like us (yeah, clothes :P). All these, turn out to be reasons good enough to cough up some hours on weekends (not all), and have some money to spend on girls.

Ab, dil thaam ke baithiye, since the work description is coming up. Imagine this scene. The typical European setting for a big gathering would be a huge hall, where small tables are arranged with chairs around them. People come and just have a seat, and then obviously expect everything to be served right at their table-steps (from door-steps). Thats where we elite 'servers' come in. We provide soft drinks, water, coffee, etc to them as part of our services. The Turkish party, where I was a couple of weeks back, turned out to be more stagnant in this context. This was because, we had to provide them with food also at the end, (truly, a door-to-door delivery). The Paki Party is different in this sense, since people got up (luckily for us) and came to the banquet, and had their plates filled themselves, and then going back to their 'precious' seats to consequently fill some badly behaving tummies. We served some juices around the hall initially, and then we were at service at the banquet, the work which the red-coated men do in Indian Marriage Parties, remember?

Though everything was fine, and we enjoyed working, there was something which was expected to be seen. The narrow-mindness of Asians in general was conspicuous and evident all around. While serving juices at tables, we were greeted with sweet smiles by Danish girls, which was quite huge. But, the Paki girls or ladies (not all, but most of them), were like: what crap; and they had no smile or reactions on their countenance. The same was with the Paki men. It's obvious we are there for some service, but that does not mean we are low in any sense. This is the typical Indian mentality, and I think it can be easily applied as an adopted Pakistani Mentality here also. We had to ask them, would you have some juice, and there might be no reaction on the first solicitation. Later, there would be a NO coming through to your ears. Some would also look into the glass, after taking it, with some hint of a not-feel-good state of mind. Yes truly, we are here to kill you all, and to succeed an undercover conspiracy by, say, the Indian Government..!!! Fuck You..(and that too Openly..!!!)

But, overall, it didn't matter much to me later, as I discussed with my friend. It was not the job which we would be doing all the time. This was just to make our pockets a bit more heavier, and also experience things in this so-called European Culture. I am looking for a technical job, and have given some interviews also, and am sure I would land in the right spot. For the moment, I dont regret being part of this experience, where you see people who belong to your region, but speak Danish among themselves - quite paradoxical, isn't it?