The Eaghams Weekly: Short Story No.5: Imtiaz by The Eaghams


Blogpost written by The Eaghams 

This short story explores British-Asian identities in London, the generational gap between the previous generation who emigrated from Bangladesh and the British-Asian youth born in England. The style of this short story includes satirical insights, and reflections on these people.    

His dad was strict to a fault, always, judging and mocking his son, staring at him, so that anger had built inside of him. What about what I want to do? Thought Imtiaz. He was obliged to carry on in the family business as an introverted expression and token of love, actively. The restaurant, a waiter, to help his dad who insisted he did so. He felt that at home with the set up, the terrace built conversion since the 70s. 

His views were as limited as the window panes in his small room. He felt frustrated but believed what he did, he was secure. He was well established, cemented foundations. His dad insisted he took 'serious' subjects at school and university when he sat down to talk to him. His dad believed severely that a degree in the History of Art, or The Classics, would not gain employment, when careers are so varied and creative these days. His father's strictness showed a kind of limited view which robbed his son of the richness of all possibilities and freeing the artist that lay dormant in him.

His dad kept the same decor over the years,attesting to his being set in his ways. He joked about charging extra money to his customers in the restaurant, who were of a similar mindset. Although he loved money, he didn't love life enough to splash out every so often and have a merry time. A cheapness attributed to Asians who would come from abroad, who were practical, hoarding plastic bags, brick-a-brack, in their lofts. He had too much in the way of this baggage. He had such an eye for a bargain, always brought in other relatives in business for the cheapest deal, always the warehouse and the market deals where things were done on the cheap. Had not the affluent Middle East inspired him with all it's new structures and architectures and all it's splendour? Holidays were holy days, from which the word originally came from: they only went on holidays to countries of their faith. There were airers available yet they still hung their clothes on pegs indoors, the biscuits were limited to 'toast', when there was a dazzling assortment in the supermarkets. His sister had imitated the melodramatic attitudes of Indian cinema in the fifties, accentuating a self pitying and weak attitude in Asian women. She was given an arranged marriage, it was fairly amicable, a Pride and Prejudice introductions thing, not just a mere formality.


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