Diary of a Social Butterfly

Diary of a Social Butterfly
Bhai, from now on words I’m tau with PTI. Pukka. Janoo says I’m a lota but I damn care. If the delectables can switch from Nawaz to Imran, then why not me? And I always like new, new things. So naturally I’m for Naya Pakistan. When Janoo talks about that bore election and rigging shigging, I say to him that please don’t talk of olden times. We have to look four ward to becoming neat and clean. Like Sweden.

I told you about Shahdab, Janoo’s brother-in-law, apna Shady na, Cobra’s husband. Shady used to be in PPP, then PMLQ, then PML-N. He joined PTI three months ago and got ticket to fight election from Sharkpur. He and Cobra they came and asked for Janoo’s help before the election because Janoo has so many votes there na. But Janoo didn’t give because he said he didn’t like lotas. Ub mashallah say Shady has won his MNA ki seat from Sharkpur. And I told Janoo that we can’t do ignore of them.

So I went (Janoo refused) with this huge cake and a silver ki tasbeeh and a bosky ka jora for Shady to give mubarak. I also took a D&G ka bag for Cobra. Vaisay tau it was fake from Bangkok but still I had to put a stone on my heart to give it, because Cobra I can’t stand and the last thing I wanted was to hear her show offing about how they were getting ministry and jhanday waali car and how many mubaraks they’d received from Imran himself but chalo, I thought, I should grit my teeth and bare it because kal ko pata nahin kya kaam parh jaye?

At the door, the naukar told me Begum Saab was having massage and couldn’t be disturbed and Saab had gone to Isloo to make guvmunt. It’s not even been juma juma seven days and just look at them! The naukar put his arms out to take my things shings but I snatched them away and said ‘tell them I came and went. And so did their things.’ Cheapsters. Massage! Ministry! My foot!