Diary of a Social Butterfly

Diary of a Social Butterfly
Haan so Janoo’s younger sister Cobra  (oho baba, her name is Qubra but I call her Cobra because she’s slimy, slithery and poisonous) her husband is trying his devil best to get a ticket from Imran Khan. I think so he wants to stand in election from Sharkpur for MNA ki seat. So yesterday they came to check out Janoo because he’s got lot of votes over there na for all the philan trophy he’s done. School shool, clean water, health shealth vaghera vaghera. And obviously they want his votes.

Cobra was looking just like a gulab jamun, you know round and dark brown and syrupy. Her husband Shadaab – everyone calls him Shady pyaar say – he was once upon a time with PPP. Then he left Benazir to go to PMLN. Then he joined PML-Q in Musharraf’s zamana. Then after Benazir was killed he went and re-joined PPP again because he said his heart told him to. Then in last election he was with PML-N again because he said his brain told him to. Now I think so his kidneys must be telling him. Anyways they both sat there, holier than how, giving us big lecture about PMLN’s moral bangrupcy and the need for Insaaf and end of corruption and Naya Pakistan until Janoo got up and said, “With purana turn coats, Shady? I think not.”

But one good thing. Our politics tau have always been like this only with army giving danda to everyone, but now look at India also. Linchings and gagged press and banned beef and Modi’s danda and what all. At least now when we bypass each other in Harrods in summers they can’t give us superior si looks.

Chalo, let’s talk of other things. Like Priyanka Chopra phussoed in that tight little suit at the Royal Wedding. And uff that topi! Vaisay I was also a little disappointed with Meghan’s wedding jora. Too plain, no? And that wail, like an enormous mosquito net tailing behind her. And apart from that diamond tiara no jewellery even. At least one massive diamond set she should’ve worn, being Royalty’s bahu.