Diary of a Social Butterfly

Servants have come back from Eid holidays. Allah Yar the driver went to his village near Jhang for the chhuttis to spend with his wife and nine children – seven girls and two boys. He said he ziba karoed a goat with his own hands said Eid prayers in his mosque with all the men of his village and also went to distribute meat in fifteen houses of his neighbours. So natch, when he came back, Janoo said he must get tested for Covit because he sits in car with us na with AC on and windows shindows shut up. But Allah Yar refused point bland. Said my faith will protect me, the mullah in my village mosque told us at the summon after Eid prayers. Mullah said our country was a fortress of faith, full of brave ghazis, and only darpoke people get tests. In that case, Janoo said, you can go back to your fortress village and stay there with all the other ghazis. Here tau we are darpokes who do tests.

Aaagay peechhay I would have let him go home. Mummy always made it a point to send her driver, bearer, cook and all home to their villages two two, three three times more than her maids because she says men have needs na. Otherwise there is hanky panky in your home. But now with Covit and all I can’t send the men home to their villages like before. So Janoo made Allah Yar insulate himself in his quarter for a couple of days to think it over. On third day Allah Yar came out and said kay he will do the test. What made him change his mind? Janoo asked. He said he had a dream kay if he takes Covit ka test he will have another son. And can he please go home for another visit next week? Uff, aik tau our people also na…