what i like about you

In the past couple of weeks a lot of my friend's have been discussing types.
It stands to reason that everyone's ideal choice of partner varies.

Sorry for stating the BLINDINGLY obvious but in my case it does vary from one week to the next.

This week it's Freida Pinto.


Just look at her.

O M Yes.

So whilst I've spent the last seven days waxing lyrical about all things Trishna. I've had to explain who Frieda is to certain people.

Yes we're on first name terms. Just don't mention Dev Patel.

This led to talking to someone I work with who I must mention are in their late teens. He succinctly described his type in three words. Quirky. 50s. Polka dot.
Now I know what he meant but I was still left somewhat perturbed by the inclusion of polka dot. But as I said his answer was succinct and to the point. Which is what succinct means.

So I took to my phone book and asked a cross section of my friends if they could describe their type in three words what would it be.

It sparked a flurry of...confusion.

Nearly all of them thought I was tricking them into revealing something about themselves that they weren't willing to share. So I begged and pleaded and on some occasions I sang Craig David's seminal classic "What's your flava?" in a bid to inspire them. Incidentally have you noticed how that's being featured on the walkers advert? For shame.



The answers came thick and fast when I promised anonymity. Many of the adjectives described physical attributes. I don't know if this is because I have incredibly shallow friends or if it's the way I worded the question.

When I challenged those who just gave physical attributes they seem unabashed. As if it hadn't occurred to them that personality may be an issue. Case in point Georgia Salpa.

The most popular attribute that wasn't regarding physical appearance was humour. The ladies love a tall good looking man who can make them laugh.

yeah I probably said" What do you mean me?" to several girls during these conversations. Oh how we laughed.

The guys weren't as specific. One person came back with simply "Living, Breathing, Female" Although does that mean she doesn't have to be conscious. Creepy.

Only one person said intelligence. That was a she.

But all in all the female of the species didn't vary that much from the male.

But like I said before perhaps I just have a cross section of vapid friends and I doubt my findings are going to have Oxbridge shaking in their well polished boots.

What I have found though is that the two most popular answers which are attractiveness and humour are incredibly subjective. So in reality I was no closer to finding a common answer. And I doubt just three words would get me any closer. It has given me a bit of leverage though.

theguyinthebowtie

is your life a sitcom?

The other day I was sat (I won't say where) contemplating about life the way that one does when they're on the loo.

It was at this point I realised that I have few years left in my life plan to fulfil a certain aspect of it. Yes I have life plan. And... You're not surprised.

This life plan was made at the tender age of 16 and it clearly stipulated that by the age of 27 my life would look a lot like this:



Although I'm nowhere closer to achieving living in the Big Apple with some very good looking friends and David Schwimmer. I did think that if someone stripped away the fourth wall of my lounge and placed a studio audience there: how many of the sitcom rules would I fulfil.

I know, totally post modern right?

So here are the rules:

The first and foremost is having a tight circle of friends. That's a given.

Preferably they should be good looking.

I don't make the rules I just write about them.

A tight circle of friends provides the tapestry for your sitcom. It gives you four or five varying personalities. Sometimes you piss each other off but most of the time you take the piss out of each other. Most importantly you find yourselves incredibly hilarious in the most normal of situations. Oh and I don't think it's a coincidence that family remains somewhat peripheral in all the good sitcoms.

On a side note it's helpful to have a loveable douche in your gang.



Secondly there has to be an element of love. Unrequited or the other kind.

Is that called requited?

Anyway ideally this is the kind of love that you're willing to chase through an airport for whilst something like The Guillemots "Made up Love Song #43" plays as you pound a city pavement.



Or you know something less specific.

I said it before and I'll say it again: "will they won't they's" are TV gold



Thirdly your environment has to be a character itself. If you're lacking a relatable or dynamic environment. Your life ain't no sitcom. #doublenegation

Cities help. Then on the behind the scenes commentary you can talk about how the city was like an additional character. I'm told people love this.

Rule number four is not so much a rule but adventures in life as well as sitcoms help.

Remember that time when? I know. Innit. Yeah. LOL.

See.


Road trips are easy solutions. But the audience is fickle and remember they like familiarity.



As I mentioned music is a massive, integral part to your sitcom life. *Turns down Alexandra Burke's "Elephant"*. It lets you know when you're about to be heartbroken.

Or it just plain cheers you up...it's a key signifier and can map out your past.

Sometime I like to pretend that my keyboard is a piano.

So is your job a joke? Are you broke and is your love life D.O.A.?


theguyinthebowtie

rep.

This time last week a very eloquent blogger by the name of @pipogypopotamus wrote a blog about how he felt "My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding" was detrimental to the Romany Culture he belongs to.

The press sat up and took notice.

Being a part of a minority makes you somewhat territorial over your culture and rightly so. Therefore when part of your culture is represented on television in a bid to entertain rather than inform you can be left with a sour taste in your mouth.
Ask anyone in their 20s and over, of an ethnic minority and they will recall a landmark time when someone of their ethnicity appeared on TV.

It can mean that much.

You may doubt that anyone in their 20s would remember such an event but the annual circus that is Big Brother brought in characters from all walks of life and it wasn't long before the kids in school regaled you with what General Achmed was doing and in what way it related to your life.

So how do these people you have never met become some sort of representative for you? Even if they are barely a shadow of what your day to day life entails?

Are we dividing our society or are we beginning to acknowledge the different parts of it?

That's why it's with great trepidation I approach "Make Bradford British". But I promise to keep an open mind until I've watched more than the just the trailer.



And it's not just reality contestants that somehow become representatives of you.
I have fond memories of when Goodness Gracious Me appeared on TV. It felt like a comedy about the British and Asians and rather than just British Asians being the punch line; we were laughing along. But tastes in television can change and it seems that now more than ever the more extreme a character or a story the more likely it is to be on TV.

Mr Khan has become somewhat of a YouTube hit and at the risk of sounding like the Daily Mail, I'm dreading the release of his sitcom; Mr Khan Community Leader. A primetime BBC sitcom that's about to be launched. It feels like a bad pastiche of British Asian life and something that's going to be detrimental in the long run.



Generalisations can also happen in drama and even though I joke about it now, people have genuinely asked me how my life compared to East is East. Would you get an arranged marriage? Do you get to meet them before you marry them? All questions that I have been asked within the last year.

I'm not offended by it but it amazes me how people think that a film set in 1960s Salford about a mixed raced family is an insight into my life as a British Pakistani in 2012. But when the dog jumps on the woman that bit is #barehilair.

"It's not fair cuz I love curry an' all".

But that's the lighter side. In the last decade society has turned their spotlight towards the British Pakistani culture and asked us to root out the dark elements. It's something that we have to do. We have to understand why these things are happening in our culture. Documentaries have monopolised on this and it feels like almost every week we have a variety of extreme programmes on TV. But I genuinely feel that often it's a case of sweeping generalisations and one sided arguments which can cause greater damage and runs the risk of isolating those parts of our society.
They say these things work in cycles and perhaps the Backlash for Big Fat Gypsy Weddings has begun. I recently took great offence towards "Exposed: Groomed for Sex" on BBC 3 which whilst looking at a serious issue manipulated the facts in a bid to get those sensationalised moments that would great sound bites.

You can watch that here.

So a more serious blog than usual, but once again props to @pipogypopotamus for making a stand.

theguyinthebowtie

the rules of the bromance

I'm about as educated on the Bromance as Gillian McKeith is a doctor.

I'm just not a typical "bloke". I once tried to kill a millipede armed with some hand wash. But I think that's another blog.

The Bromance is a sacred union between two guys although that's sounds a lot like a civil partnership. But if you saw my brother Adnan and his best mate Chris it'd probably be an accurate description.

On a side note girls can NEVER be your bro, bro.


Maybe I am the only person who had a lif affirming moment during "I love you, man". But recently things have turned out more...bromantical. Although I imagine things will sour after they read this blog.

Here are the 5 rules of the Bromance I have pieced together from movies and the Jersey Shore.

1) What happens on a man date stays on a man date

Under no circumstances can details of an "MVP" night out be relayed to anyone outside your circle of friends. You'll be surprised how quickly escapades of Kansas chicken brawls can go viral...

2) Physical Contact is only allowed at the beginning and/or end of the night.

This should go without saying but it's better to be safe than sorry. The man shakes/hug and at the beginning or end of the night is the only true physical contact allowed. Followed by the patented "Didn't we have a good night?" man hug at the end of the night. Details can be found here.

3) Crying is allowed...but cannot be acknowledged by anyone present.

If your Bro is broken hearted and starts crying; the general consensus is a pat on the back and a sharp exit so he can cry to Drake without any judgement. You can never mention the tears again but can interchange it with expressions such as "he was cut up".

4) It is completely okay to share the same bed with that other person if no other suitable sleeping locations.

I'm not going to get into this. But suffice to say I have elbowed my actual brother in the face and pretended to be asleep. We've all been there, right?

5) Being the Wingman

I'm terrible at this. I've been known to interrupt moments of "chirpsing" when a great track drops. But you need your bros when you throw your hands up in the air sometimes
Saying AYO!

Ahem. Soz bruv.



theguyinthebowtie

brother of the bride part one

The pace of an Asian wedding is alarming.

It happens frighteningly fast. And no this isn't one of situations where you meet someone on the day of the wedding so leave your reservations at the door. Thanks.
In the space of a few months my sister is going to get married to her fiancé in a (I'm not going to lie) lavish ceremony. #inshallah

And now the prep is well underway, bridal magazines litter the house. Holiday requests are being worked out and names are being added to the guest list, in their hundreds. Yes hundreds.



So as brother of the bride where do I fit into all of this?

Well it's a family affair.

I have spent the last few weeks looking at various wedding invitations all of which feature Islamic art. And whilst I don't intend to offend or take away from the genre it is just a lot of patterns. Beautiful though they are.

Then there are venues. Venues are minefields. there are talks of entrances and stages and whether Lady Gaga has enough room to enter the room in an egg. all bases must be covered. although switch Lady Gaga for my Gran in a wheelchair...which kind of makes it less dramatic. But forget that there are STAGES. Eat your heart out VMAs.



Alongside I have to find an Asian outfit or a "sherwani". This has lead to endless Google searches featuring a high number of "couture houses" I'd never heard of that emerge from areas with a high population of ethnic minorities.

London. New York. Paris and erm Bradford?

I've also found that Lisa Scot Lee's brother is modelling said male couture. And yes I don't know what's more upsetting the fact his career has lead to this or the fact that I recognised him.

Although I harp on about what I'm going to wear my sister has just entered the room and showed me a wedding outfit that costs £7,000.

That's a brand new Fiat Panda.



Talking of cars I've yet to decide whether I'm going to "rent a car". If you're lost I'll enlighten you. It's become the norm. I won't say tradition for the young lads of family to hire a supercar for a siblings wedding. I'm not sure of the reason I can't explain but I do feel I may bow to the social pressure of it all. This is ironic because I drive a Mini and the only music I blast trough those speakers is when Adele is hitting the big notes.

It's going to be a steep learning curve. I'll keep you posted.

theguyinthebowtie

the hero

"If I were to tell anybody my life-long list of heroines, I would be laughed at for years to come. But the reason why I’m cool with that is because, much like food taste, it’s all relative." The London Ladybird.

My lovely friend (The London Ladybird) asked me to write a blog for her. She had some stipulations. And I think I'm about fly in the face of every single one of them.

I've also copped out by writing a blog in response to one of hers, which may result in instant regret on her part.

Ah Well.

In my humble opinion the words "hero" and "heroine" can have different connotations for the different sexes. Don't worry I'm not about to get all "Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus" on your asses.

But if you said to a man what does a heroine mean to him, he's unlikely to reference the suffragettes. Instead he'd probably think you meant the drug or Wonder Woman.

But it's not our fault. Television has moulded us from little boys onwards. So if you said to us what does a hero mean to you?

Ah well, that's a different kettle of fish entirely.

A hero is Wolverine. He's strong. He's stoic. He's got designer stubble. And he's got a steely core and pointy hair. Although your cousin may tell you they might hurt someone so you proceed to chopping them off with scissors.




Yes Wolverine (copyright Marvel) is a man's man. And from a very early age he was my role model.

But then you grow up...

And if you were brought up like me, you were brought up on the four terrestrial channels (Don't get me started on how the arrival of Ch 5 and subsequent let down) this meant a strong dependency on VHS tapes as our only form of alternative entertainment. And with it came a different yet familiar hero. Yes I'm about to mention my penchant for Bollywood again. The Indian hero always got the girl and mimed to a mean tune on his way there. In fact etched upon my memory is how simply through the power of dance did one Bollywood zero become a hero. Apologies for the obscure reference.



But then you grow up...

And you can watch Hollywood films that promote The Hero who gets the girl in a bloodied white vest and who said some mean words along the way. And you begin to think if sinister Europeans took over an office building whether you could really be half as cool as John McClane.



But then you grow up...

And you realise you never will be an action hero or a superhero so your hero becomes more mortal. Maybe He's now a football hero with four kids and married to a former Spice Girl.

See what I mean a world away from Rosa Parks.

Perhaps being a man you're part of the majority you can idolise different figures from history. these people may not have been trailblazers, but damn it they are heroes...in my humble opinion.

But then you grow up...

And you realise something you've known along. You might have a hero closer to home. Someone who's stoic and burps like I've never heard a man burp before. He's raised you and your siblings. And although you might've only had terrestrial TV to watch growing up, you know he's grafted all his life, so you forgive him. Because he bought you your Wolverine action figure, introduced you to Bollywood, turned a blind eye when you watched Die Hard at the age of 10 and lamented with you when Becks left United but most importantly because we've got Sky now.



He's a guide on your journey to becoming a man. Because one day you really do have to grow up.

theguyinthebowtie

character investment

This week a massive 12.4 million people of the UK watched a fictional character fly off into the sunset with that bloke who was in the Natalie Imbruglia video for "Torn". If you have no idea what I'm talking about then I'm sorry. But if you do I am of course referring to Coronation Street and the fact that Tracy got her comeuppance and perpetual underdog Becky Granger/McDonald finally got her happy ending.

The social networks were set alight about their hatred for Tracy and their joy for Becky as if they were members of your extended family. We let these characters into our homes five times a week and sit with them on Christmas day. And it's not just TV if it wasn't for the good folks at Disney I doubt my moral compass would be as finely tuned. Characters are a big part of a lot of people's lives. Clearly.

But are we over investing?

Did you spend too much time wondering whether Ross and Rachel would get their shit together?

Did you gasp when Bruce Willis turned out to be a ghost?

And did you cry when Dumbledore popped his clogs? (Let's be honest he had a good innings)

Personally I used to blame my lack of job for regaling my brother with what JD had said in Scrubs that day. But now I find that I still use examples from TV and films as case in points during conversations and just as much as I do from my own life. For example if someone mentions adoption I inadvertently regale them with the plot to the 1977 Bollywood classic "Amar, Akbar, Anthony" in which a small time criminal is on the run from his former mob boss and through a series of coincidences each of his three sons are lost and raised by members of three different faiths, only to be reunited as adults.



See?

We see characters through every stage of their life. In particular soap characters and use them as benchmarks for our own experiences. Whether that's right or wrong though is another question entirely. But I'm sure many a teenage girl freaked out when Sonia form Eastenders didn't know she had real child in her belly rather than just a kebab baby. #totesbloats



I certainly didn't know you could go nine months without knowing you're pregnant. But Take a break and EastEnders proved me wrong and before we knew it poor Sonia was having her baby on the couch with Big Mo as her birthing partner. A lesson etched on our all our minds to this very day.

Then there are the actual love lives. We sit through hours of will they won't they that in the end do we really care? Of course we do. Well I do anyway. Will they won't they storylines are the foundation of every sitcom and many a drama. Meredith and Shepherd. Raj and Simran/Rahul and Anjali. Buffy and Spike. And Chuck and Blair...um I mean, who?



Their meandering love lives keep us hooked and tuned in. We use them to describe our friends who take ages to get together. Oh they are just like... nd... But real life isn't as comical. And there are no airport dashes. So when they do get together you just end up saying "Thank f*** for that".

What is life or drama without enemies? Mr. Schue has Sue Sylvester. Superman has Lex Luthor. Sherlock has Moriarty. And when good prevails over evil you might end up clinching a fist in sheer delight. Of course if it's Mr Schue you're often rooting for Sue.

You come to idolise these fictional characters calling on different films or episodes of something depending on your mood. People have end of series parties. They talk about fictional dinner guests (Don Draper, Jack Donaghy, Buffy and Stringer Bell.)People become invested and outraged. They complain when things don't go their way.

Poor Ronnie in Eastenders.

Death is too final for us as viewers. We wanted Buffy back so badly we literally pulled her back from heaven. Then there was Dirty Den. but the less said of him the better. There is a certain joy though or a shock if you will in a death you don't see coming. So when it pops up on the side of the Daily Mail Online or you read it accidentally on Wikipedia. Well, it kills you.

It can all become a bit much. So I'm gonna make space in my diary for real life friends. Just as long as it doesn't clash with the series premiere of Mad Men.



theguyinthebowtie