gluttony

The plan started out with figuring out how to get out on a Sunday without pissing off the parents. Initially, it was the two of us meeting to catch up while everyone thought we had wandered of mysteriously for photo-copying on official ‘family day’. Dressed in an oversized t-shirt and a pair of jeans I walked out of my house to see not one but three people parked in your car.

Everyone grinned really weirdly when I sat down.

Karachi city is a lot of things. Along with being home and something that is integral to my life, its also quite a boring city once you’ve overdone the beach and the standard lunch and dinner plans. After a while, you run out of things to do, and thats when college starts looking quite appealing.

So as I sat, I was briefed on what we were upto. Everyone in the car was craving some form of street food, and our mission was to make everyone happy.

First stop- The forum for ‘clean’ gola gandas. While everyone ordered their own version of lameness, I wandered into Epco and bought slims (I hear you don’t get them anywhere else but Karachi. HOW do you people survive?) for everyone. So we sat like lame fools and ate our gola gandas and slims and cokes. The deal was that everyone had to eat the same thing even if you were throwing up or about to fall sick.

I must say that IF you do ever go to Forum on Sunday please dress nicely. Everyone there looked like they were on a way to a Shaadi seriously. Ive never felt so ugly in my life.

From Forum we went to Bath Island for ‘real’ gola gandas, the ones made in questionable water with the hands of a man who had probably cleaned his nose five minutes before we arrived. As we devoured our condensed milk and syrupy concoctions, the first feelings of fullness were discovered.

But no, we had to go on.

Back to Boat basin for Faluda ( I HATE faluda) and the whores that I call my friends made me have an entire glass full with rose ice cream and the noodle thingys. This was horrible- too sweet for my taste buds entirely. I was pleading for mercy, but they kept on insisting. And so, I held my nose and gulped. The sugar high I got after that one was insane.

Next step- Dhaaba wala parhata and chai. THIS was fine, this I do all the time.

And so the day continued, the last stop being Chatkharay for pani puree and dhai puree. By that time, I was in obvious pain and had turned an awful shade of pink. On the ride home, everyone was silent, stomachs held in agony, mouths exhausted from all the chewing.

Getting home after two hours of shady photocopying has never been this much fun.

And never this bloody fattening :S .

My uniform is NOT going to fit tomorrow morning.