Fat clouds circle above a small room in which a girl sits typing away on her antique computer. She wants to watch TV, but her maid has other plans. Lawaris is coming, and there was no way the person who saved up all her Eidi and birthday money to buy that very TV was going to come in between her and the Big B.
Amitabh looks frighteningly decent in drag. Ugly Lehnga though. Plus very hairy stomach.
Normally, this scenario would bother me, mainly because today was my designated ‘lets-actually-do-something' day, and well I can’t really be productive when my maid (lets call her Stalin) is doing her Cleopatra poses on my bed.
But alas, I sit here, quietly, humming oasis to myself, I wouldn’t want the sound of my music to disturb her. I am, do I dare say it, content.
It all started out with a determined mind, but an even more determined friend. I had to sit and do an entire SAT diagnostic today, seeing that I had slacked of during the entire week. It was my punishment of sorts, my own internal set of checks and balances making amends for a weekend dedicated solely to nothing. So here I was, innocently punching numbers into my calculator mid sum and-
*tring tring* (my phone actually has a catchy sex and the city ring tone but I cant be bothered to type the entire thing out)
‘Yes?’ – My attempt at trying to seem busy
‘Oi come outside we are waiting’
‘But.. But... Im working’
‘Work later’
‘Ok’
What great self control, I amaze myself really, Im such a bloody strong willed person.
We went for tea and parathas. The steam from the doodh patti fogged up the windows, till the yellowredpink of the outside were just mere nuances of colour. We sang along to the Killers, and Pink Floyd, and Pearl Jam. We drenched a poor aunty by mistake by landing ourselves into a very deep puddle. We laughed when he made that infamous screw up that he’s made fifty million times before and still hasn’t wisened up to. We made memories and constructed infinite reasons for why this city, with its anal KESC (no light for 12 hours yesterday, TWELVE HOURS) sweltering heat, and ridiculously honryy ball scratching men-is home.
14 comments:
lol
‘Oi come outside we are waiting’
i so know that. my friends do that to me all the time. and they are so idiotic, they stand on the road and start screaming out my name. i liv eon the first floor and my balcony faces the road :| imagine the trauma. but i wouldnt have it any other way you know! =)
ur maids annoying. :P
*sigh*
i want a paratha
oooo I so miss tea and parathasss!
And the untimely and enduring call of friends.
Sadly, I miss those intense ball scratching sights too.hehe
Sigh.
luci-- naa the maid means well.. i got into the movie by the end too haha.. my god the 'can you get out' waley calls are too much.. sometimes your like gimme a minute sometimes your like 'GO AWAY'
heh but im not complaining (even though it seems like i am :P)
flying cow-it was the funniest thing.. oily oily hands and bloody hot parathas and i was the official 'break peices off' girl, my fingers were so burnt naa you have no idea..
sonia- i was recently told they dont scratch their balls, just merely 'readjust' them.. dont ask.. guys are just weird. enough said.
tez- passes around a peice.. yeah this was way up there on the 'good times' list
I have no freinds.
This post is biased against lonely people.
I'm going to sue you.
Be ready to incur heavy expenses in a punitive damages settlement.
Emotional distress is what i'm gonna cite as the crime committed against me.
You will rot in poverty.
So much for non-privacy respecting freinds.
Serously?
You're a sweet heart, your existence makes me smile. God bless you.
and sometimes... I CANT COME DOWN IM A MINUTE, IM A MESS!! I NEED AN HOUR!! lol
beknighted, why is ur profile pic pink?
luci- I KNOW.. i CANT come down even if i WANTED to as youll probably die of heart attack when you see the state im in..hehe..
oh and his pic is pink as it is tainted with lurrrrrrrrrrve i think.. o god hes going to kill me when he reads this :p
sajjad- you scare me, but in a good way.. so you like me coz i eat parathas? seems we're going to get along just fine :D
and i look like a toad stuffed on parathas. lol.
hmm yeah funny how We tend to tell our firends... it dont matter hwat ur in... just come out.. its jusssst USSSSSS... but we cant apply the same rule on ourselves.lol. its so much easier for the guys. argh. lol.
The pic is pink because i hate pink and the title of the blog is Phitaymaun and the dude in the pic is giving himself a phitaymaun and so its pink because what the hell is your problem with pink anyway?
And Dp i like you because you manage to exist in a world fraught with pseudo intellectualus and fake, branded teenagers without seeming like either one of them.
For someone so young you are remarkably astute. Not to mentions your gift for writing that is giving NF a run for her money. Not that there is any money involved, we're all whining away a fortune on these damn worthless blogs.
I like you cuz i really don't know what else to do about you.
You're likeable.
Everyone likes you. I'd like to not like you but you give me no reason to practice my inheresnt dislike for other people. So untill you manage to piss me off, i'm sorry but parathas or double roti, thou art liked.
And as for your ugly comment abt the pinkness of my pic, which by the way isn't me at all but Inzi, the color of lurveeeeeeeee is BLACK! Pink is the color of cheap romance. And there ain't a damn thing cheap about my romance or romantic about my cheapness.
So there. WOnder on people, so sayeth the pink captain with his fat hand gracing his face in a disgusted phitaymaun.
luci- OMG I DO THAT ALL THAT TIME!!! like 'yaar who CARES what your wearing just come naa big bloody deaaaaal!' but then when its me 'im like NO you guys pick me up in half an hour i CANNOT be seen in public like this.'
hahahahhahah damn its freaky how we do same thing..
and to mr sajjad- please dont tell me im giving nf a run for her money, she is like the goddess of all writers.. i am a lowly follower :P and oh one more thing
WHAT THE HELL IS A BLOODY PHITAY MAUN!?!?!
my mom won't make me paratha's. she says i need to lose weight. that's so not fair i tell you. (sniffles*)
natasha- come to karachi.. and ill take you my treat :D
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