My brain’s been pretty occupied this past week. Mainly with Iran’s current situation but I don’t want to write about that.
Ok, let me be more honest and say that my brain has been occupied with Iran AND:
1. The fact that my younger brother, who is an excellent writer I might add, has graduated with a Literature degree and is looking for a job (yeah right!)…
2. My mother has “ghahr karde” with me (and I have no idea how to translate “ghahr” in English! it just doesn’t sound as emotional in English! so we’re sticking with “ghahr karde”) so that it’s now been a week since we’ve last talked! I know I know many are probably thinking “lucky you” or “that’s normal”…but not for my family…we talk every day. So anyways she’s “ghahr” with me and I have no clue why! neither does my Dad or Grandmother or Aunt or Brother! (another yeah right!)
3. There’s also an ant attack on my house that’s been going on for the past week and let me just say that I’m practically walking on my furniture scared to death of a bunch of tiny little insects called ants. PATHETIC! But please keep in mind that in my world they’re enemy #1 and they appear much much larger than they actually are. I’ve been fully armed and have been fighting with all my might and the all mighty shoharjoon has been spraying what smells like a nuclear explosion through out the house, but it appears as if the ants are winning and we have no choice but to seek the help of a professional army…the exterminators!!!
4. Next, apparently if you have a somewhat descent insurance then having a “blocked artery” is in style, as my grandmother has now been diagnosed with a blocked artery in her neck!
5. We, that means everyone in my family, has decided it’s a good idea to quit smoking! Ajab badbakhtiyi darimaaaaa…you can imagine how that’s going…
5. And to top it all off, I had the wonderful opportunity and pleasure (I am being politically correct for the sake of my future) of attending the Hubby’s work party…and that’s really what I’m going to write about…
So shoharjoon is a Civil Engineer. Let’s just say that means that every time we are anywhere near a building structure we must stop, admire the design, talk about the safety issues, products used, drafters, the contract, the bid, criticize the development and have a long passionate discussion about how the world would be a greater place if only more people were civil engineers or how we wish the economy would pick up so the civil engineers would have something to do! Given this you can only imagine how much fun their work party can be…especially for a computer geek like myself…
With that, I went to shoharjoon’s work party where a group of his coworkers had come from Vietnam to attend this event…Please, just imagine a group of Iranian engineers mingling with a group of Vietnamese engineers! It was civil engineering heaven!
I stood around most of the time and entertained myself by drinking and attempting to distinguish who was who between the Vietnamese visitors when one of the engineers (an older rather prestigious Iranian man), followed by three little Vietnamese men, walked up to shoharjoon and said “Sharareh khanoom ro be Koone Tange Hung moarefy kardy?” I thought I must have imagined what I had just heard…I certainly knew I had no desire to being introduced to Koone Tange anyone…che berese be koone tange hung!!! I looked at shoharjoon who was ready to burst from trying not to laugh as he one by one introduced me to Koone, to Tang, and to Hung!!! and believe me although I tend to come off as a very conservative, business professional who is rather timid and serious, that night I laughed out loud with a face as red as “laboo” as I shook hands with Koone Tange Hung! and again every time I heard someone say “Koone Tange Hung ro didin?” And I am sure they, meaning Koone Tange Hung, thought I was crazy and I’m sure they went to their hotels that night thinking Iranian people are nuts as I don’t think there was one Iranian person who wasn’t laughing…hysterically that is, every time they were introduced to Koone Tange Hung…
Anyways I’ve been laughing about this non-stop. Yes I’m still laughing about this…I was dying when I told my father the next day…he said “khob dokhtaram mehmoony khoob bood?” and in reply I said “Baleh pedar joon, jaye shoma sabz bood, dishab ba Koone Tange Hung ashena shodam”
