The Eaghams Weekly: Short Story No.17: Naveed and Rupesh

Naveed and Rupesh

By The Eaghams

Note from the author: This piece explores British-Asian culture, thespians, approval complexes and polite society, and the aftermath of post colonialism, in this comic and entertaining piece. The Eaghams.

Naveed’s self deprecating humour was silly, and it puzzled his more outgoing friends. He and Rupesh were talking to Jay.
“How come you eat with your hands?” Jay asks
“God gave us hands, that’s why we should use them. It’s natural.” Rupla replied. He was in his suit and he switched to eating with his hands.
“Doesn’t it make your employees a bit uncomfortable?” Asked Jay, quizzically.

Naveed mentioned how his family ate with their hands to Jay and Rupla was at first telling Naveed to shut up, apologising to Jay with his head swaying in a yes no gesture, which led to the conversation at the restaurant. Rupla apologised on Naveed’s behalf, explaining to Naveed in private, taking him to a corner, that “you’re not supposed to say that to them!”
“What?” protested Naveed.
“Shut up.” said Rupesh. That was the end of that particular conversation.

Whatever people did they did talk to him. Everyone had their own way of relating to him. Some were his cousins, uncles, nephews. He had an empathy. Some avoided him in their strength of denial, or a stronger empathy. Some avoided him from a sense of shamelessness.

Rupesh was talking to a group of people, but he still didn’t want to lose Naveed’s love so he ventured to look back round in a gesture dramatic from drama school Naveed would have loved, it’s just what had mattered to him was Navdeep’s unfailing gaze, and obedient listening. He was a luvvie eager for his approval not himself. He was capable of great adoration of others, to secretly shake hands with his unacceptable side of self. He never really tamed the other way. Whoever it was, he was generous to a fault, though he had his life under control, it’s like it was for you to have watched that made it what it was.

He needed some kind of worshipful force to direct him back to accepting himself, and that love that those luvvies don’t commonly know of, a careless narcissist cannot return her to his original non-judgmental self, that we all begin with. It was similar to the issues Loretta faced in her youth.

Naveed was too polite, he paid attention to people who fought just a little for it. He ignored Rupesh. Rupesh dutifully attended to his work with the sadness of a new resolve, he had to listen to what others were telling him about himself and his behaviours.

1. Mustapha
2. Actor Dude
3. Boy from Bath
4. David
5. Imitiaz
6. Agnieska
7. The Workplace
8. Jack and Joseph
9. On Motivation
10. Angela
11. The Deep Sea Diver
12 After The War
13. Nigel, Samantha and Luke
14 James Changzhu
15. Ali and Some Books
16. Joe Bloggs
17. Naveed and Rupesh
18. Lionel
19. Abdul
20. Ajaz
21. Mr Jameson
22. Little John
23. Adventures of Zhi Xin
24. Dave and ‘Jim’
25. Timothy

The EaghamsWRITER BIO: Zubyre Parvez (BA hons) studied English Literature at Hertfordshire University. He writes song lyrics, poetry, short stories, reviews, and articles for The Eaghams Blog. His poetry won runners up in a competition judged by Simon Armitage and Margaret Atwood. His poetry has been published in Kobita. His articles have appeared in The Epoch Times as a journalist for the newspaper. He has worked for New Tang Dynasty Television as a journalist. You can catch up with his tweets @TheEaghams

ARTIST BIO:The Eaghams aka Zubyre Parvez is an Urban Indie singer songwriter from London. His song The Roots was played on BBC 1Xtra by DJ Excalibuh. He has collaborated with artists such as Mr Hectic and Jason Air formerly of Island records. He has played at The Garage, and various open mics.


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