Aik tau Janoo is also limit na! I begged him that please to investigate some money into this cricketers ka bazaar, oho baba PSL, like my friends Toto and Bunty in Dubai have done. Not only will it give big big profits but also we will get to rob shoulders with all my fave Bollywood stars and big Indian business typhoons who own cricket teams. But unlike me Janoo can’t think big na. Me, I’m forever thinking big -- of big kothis, big diamonds, big cars, big weddings, big lands. The only thing I don’t like is big balls.
Ub take Sindh Club ka ball only. There were two thousand people there this year yaar. I think so I managed to do hello hi with about a thousand -- including all those sweet abroad wallah December desis like Lala and Akbar and Haider and Tanya -- but phir bhi, I was so worried kay who, who I’ve missed. Yay barha problem hai na. Now if Janoo and I could fan out like other couples and he could take one side of the ball and I the other, then we could cover everyone but he tau just sits with his yaar dost drinking and chatting and I’m left to do all the work on my own. So inconsiderate! Honestly, issi liye tau I’m saying kay I like smaller balls.
For New Years, thanks God, we’ve been invited to a small reclusive si party. Only about a hundred guests, at my friends Murad and Fillo’s who’ve just had their Cantonment house renovated and put inside a hall of mirrors copied straight out of that French palace, Where Sigh. Janoo calls it Fillo’s Folly. I think so he’s jay. Oho baba, jealous! There tau I’ll go properly but first I might show face at Sunny and Akbar’s also. Talking of show face, look at Narendar Moody yaar. Making that lighting strike type visit last week. Poor Nawaz, he looked so shell shopped. First tau I thought kay Moody had sent his hollow gram only like he did at his political jalsas in India but no he was there in the flush, hugging shugging, talking shalking and then poof, he was gone like Puff the Magic Dragon. I think so I’m going to be like Moody only. Making lighting strikes on all my friends and foes....
Ub take Sindh Club ka ball only. There were two thousand people there this year yaar. I think so I managed to do hello hi with about a thousand -- including all those sweet abroad wallah December desis like Lala and Akbar and Haider and Tanya -- but phir bhi, I was so worried kay who, who I’ve missed. Yay barha problem hai na. Now if Janoo and I could fan out like other couples and he could take one side of the ball and I the other, then we could cover everyone but he tau just sits with his yaar dost drinking and chatting and I’m left to do all the work on my own. So inconsiderate! Honestly, issi liye tau I’m saying kay I like smaller balls.
For New Years, thanks God, we’ve been invited to a small reclusive si party. Only about a hundred guests, at my friends Murad and Fillo’s who’ve just had their Cantonment house renovated and put inside a hall of mirrors copied straight out of that French palace, Where Sigh. Janoo calls it Fillo’s Folly. I think so he’s jay. Oho baba, jealous! There tau I’ll go properly but first I might show face at Sunny and Akbar’s also. Talking of show face, look at Narendar Moody yaar. Making that lighting strike type visit last week. Poor Nawaz, he looked so shell shopped. First tau I thought kay Moody had sent his hollow gram only like he did at his political jalsas in India but no he was there in the flush, hugging shugging, talking shalking and then poof, he was gone like Puff the Magic Dragon. I think so I’m going to be like Moody only. Making lighting strikes on all my friends and foes....