A friend of mine, R., once asked her Pakistani boyfriend H. (now her husband) if there were two religious groups in Pakistan, one being muslim and other being punjabi. Apparently, her innocence about Pakistan and Pakistanis allowed her an insight that a lot of people don’t have. It does make someone wonder, exactly what kind of people were going abroad from Pakistan.
When H. told me this story, I could’nt stop laughing. I’m always reminded of this story when I hear punjabi being spoken, and that always brings on a smile. It reminds me: Being a Punjabi is not about a person’s origin. Its a state of mind.