Periscope on Pakistan

All the way home I kept thinking, why should I sarrho with her? I haven’t even had the fun Mulloo vaghera had in Nawaz’s hay day. Aur tau aur, not even one free Umra did we getand now here we are still sarrohing with these ECL wallahs. It’s all Janoo’s fault. He refused to chus maro Nawaz and now he refuses to go manao Millenium without his friends. I swear what’s the point of being honest? Batao zara.

I arrived home to find Janoo sitting in the garden in full dhoop without a hat even (honestly he has no care for his complexion people will say he’s a Christian) and reading a book.

"You really ought to have a look at this," he said, holding it out to me. It was called Guerillas by someone called V S No Pull.

"No thanks I’m not interested in apes," I said. He sighed and asked: "What’s for lunch?" "Your head," I replied.

"But that you eat every day," he smiled, "what’s bothering you now?"

"I want to go somewhere snazzy and gangy for New Years," I sulked.

"Gangy?" he asked. "Uff! you’re such a buddha khoosat! Gangy trendy, fashionable, sexy, okay?" "And which place in your book is gangy?" "Why do you have to bring books into everything? Gangy is New York, gangy isLondon, gangy, if you’re poor, is even Dubai." "New York and London are too cold and too expensive. Dubai is plain dull. How about Sri Lanka?"

"No thanks, Sri Lanka is NOT gangy" I said. "Bali? Phuket?" "Phuket, I suppose, if we really have to". "We don’t really have to. I, for one, am quite happy staying right here and communing with…," Janoo began. "No, no, Phuket is fine," I said hastily. "But who shall we go with?" "Nobody, just us." "But who’ll see us then?" "Oh it’s like that is it? In that case, I suggest we stay right here, where the whole world can watch us living it up or not, as the case may be." And picking up his book he stalked off.

I swear!