Ittefaq Nama

Ittefaq Nama
Global heat wave is tarrible. Even in bloved London. Here tau we’re used to. But that hot water is coming out of both taps in London! And hens, they are laying hard boiled eggs. And Queen Victoria statue in front of Buckingham Palace, she has thrown off her robes. Talking of palaces, the pink plastic flamingos on my Raiwind Palace lawns have melted. Karachi is tragedy with all those deaths. I hope heat wave breaks soon. Because if it doesn’t then I might. Don’t take me wrong, whenever I watch TV and see those poor children dying of starvation in Thar, tears come to my eyes. I mean I’d love to be thin like that but not with all those flies and expiries and stuff.

As you know, I went to Karachi because more than thousand have died in heat wave. Zardari has run away to Dubai with his sister & Co. But Chief Minister Sindh, who is 147 years old, came to receive me at airport. To my mind (yes, I do have one), the CM is snile. And Zardari is too bossy. CM drowns his sorrows. And frankly, not to get technical but according to chemistry, alcohol is a solution. I was going to question him sternly but before I could do so, CM Sindh, lying back in sofa, asked me, “Ibn Batuta sailed from Arabia to Sindh three times and died during one of his trips. Which one?” I laughed nervously, “don’t mind it but can you ask me another question? I don’t know much about history.”

Heat wave is not the only killer these days. Everyone says smoking kills. If you get killed, you loose a very important part of your life. Good side of heat is that I am loosing weight. Your bhabi is also not cooking in desi ghee anymore. We now cook in wegetable oil or corn oil. I couldn’t help asking her, “if corn oil is made of corn and wegetable oil is made of wegetables, what is baby oil made of, hain ji?”

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