Boy Meets Girl (I)

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Nazy Kaviani
by Nazy Kaviani
28-Feb-2009
 

I was recently inspired by some nostalgic posts by Jahanshah, Monda, Majid, and Javad to review some memories of my youth.  I thought I would share a story with you.  This is a little long, so I will publish it in two parts.  Part II 

In the Tehran suburb neighborhood where I grew up, everybody knew everybody.  I don't mean the next door neighbors or the neighbors down the street.  Everybody knew everybody in the entire suburban neighborhood!  To be exact, my father knew everybody and everybody knew my father and our family.  This made a lot of things easier for us as children of that household, as people always greeted us by name and local merchants were always attentive to us.  But it was also a hassle, as we couldn't really get too naughty and do “bad” things because we would be immediately recognized and reported to our parents!  Going out with boys and being rowdy on the street, and engaging in mischievous behavior, therefore, was a bit awkward because my mother would soon get wind of it and I'd have hell to pay!  Around the age of 15, then, I decided to tell my mother everything I did and everywhere I went.  I knew half the time she wouldn't give me permission to go, but when she did for the other half, I was home free!

Among the many boys in our neighborhood, there was a skinny boy named Mehrdad.  At 16, one year older than me when I first met him, he was funny and brave, and drove a beat-up old Jian, even though he didn't have a driver's license yet.  My mother was friends with Mehrdad's mother, so when I started talking to her about Mehrdad and occasionally hanging out with him on our street, she didn’t seem alarmed by the friendship.  Perhaps in her wiser state, she could see that this friendship was not a boy-girl type of relationship, the type that was seriously supervised and disdained by families at the time, but that it was a friendship without emotional (read physical!) attraction. So she allowed it to go on.

Mehrdad and I were basically up to no good, but in a good way! We would get together and smoke and talk about boys, girls, our friends, our incomplete and ignored homework, and about anything and everything under the sun. Mehrdad taught me how good it is to have a friend from the opposite sex, who doesn't want to hold you and kiss you and date you but instead, just wants to talk to you to find out what you think.  He taught me about how boys thought, what they felt and what made them do the things they did without any inhibitions or reservations, I guess because we had no stakes in each other.  I learned then how important it is to have male friends who are just friends.  I could ask Mehrdad anything and he would try to answer me, albeit in his limited wisdom and experience!

As years went by, our lives and experiences would change shape, also.  Mehrdad was attending a co-ed high school in Tehran.  His stories about his high school life were becoming a lot more interesting than mine, attending a comparatively boring all-girls high school!  Sometimes we would meet up after school and go have lunch before going home together, talking about life all the time.

In his school, Mehrdad had many boy and girl classmates, and he told me about them all the time.  His best friend at school was Vahid, whom he really adored.  He was forever telling me stories about the games he and Vahid played and how much fun they had.  One winter, for several weeks Mehrdad was telling me how Vahid had fallen in love with a girl.  Though they had many girl classmates at school, Vahid had fallen in love with a beautiful tall girl from another all-girls school nearby, who would walk to the bus station just outside their school everyday to get on the bus home.  Vahid had noticed this girl and was desperate to somehow start talking with her, but could never find the opportunity.  The girl would hardly ever look at her surroundings, would walk alone and fast to the bus station and disppear everyday.  Mehrdad told me about Vahid's waiting by his school everyday to watch the girl come and go without a word.  He told me Vahid had become quiet and very sad with the love of this mysterious girl who wouldn't even look at him, let alone talk to him.  Mehrdad thought Vahid was seriously obsessed with the idea of finding a way to talk to this girl and winning her heart.  He was sad for his friend, but didn't know what to do.  I was no help, either, of course! I wouldn't know how to begin giving boys older than myself advice about winning a girl's heart.

(To be continued...)

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Its a teaser with as much as

by Miny (not verified) on

Its a teaser with as much as it is..too interesting but it seems...post the rest in one go!


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Nazy joon!

by Monda on

Such a sweet story so far. I have a feeling that Mehrdad was maybe preping you to help Vahid meet that shy girl. Well, I guess where ever I am tomorrow I'd have to take my laptop along :o)

 

 

 


khaleh mosheh

Lovely begining..

by khaleh mosheh on

Very much looking forward to the rest of the story..


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I want to read the rest...!

by Anonymous1 (not verified) on

I want to read the rest...!


Nazy Kaviani

Dear Ana, Multiple, and Bajenagh

by Nazy Kaviani on

Thanks so much for your kind words. I will publish the second part tonight or tomorrow.


Nazy Kaviani

Red Wine

by Nazy Kaviani on

Touché! I have always loved your stories of nostalgia and good times! Yes, I will personally annoint you the copyright holder of nostalgia on Iranian.com!


bajenaghe naghi

nazy jan

by bajenaghe naghi on

very interesting story. i am waiting for the second half. 


Nazy Kaviani

Tweety!

by Nazy Kaviani on

Thanks for reading my blog. I posted the story in one piece and it was way too long for a blog, as I was immediately advised by Multiple! It wasn't a good blog when it was so long, as internet attention span does not usually treat long pieces terribly well! I knew I had to cut it in half but didn't have the time to deal with it, so I pulled it waiting to find the time and here it is! I must say I am grateful to you for reading it both times and for catching my irregular behavior! Thank you!


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I read the whole story a

by tweety (not verified) on

I read the whole story a couple of nights ago! begam, begam baghiasho?!?! I wonder why you deleted it?!


Multiple Personality Disorder

Finally

by Multiple Personality Disorder on

There it is! Where is the rest of it? When is it going to come out?


Anahid Hojjati

Nice story.  Brings back

by Anahid Hojjati on

Nice story.  Brings back memories.  I used to go to a coed high school too.  Until at first it was separated and then girls' high school was closed.

In our co-ed school, there were some romances but in your story Vahid is interested not in a girl from his school but someone from all girls' school.  My experience was that girls' from all girls' school were more into boys. 


Red Wine

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by Red Wine on

Great memo Nazy jan ,waiting for the rest .

By the way, i was the first one to post and talk about nostalgic times, then the copy right is mine . hahaha

Thx :=) .