Diary of a Social Butterfly

Diary of a Social Butterfly
Honestly! The heads of people are in the sky these days. Logon kay sarr aasman pay hain. The minute you give someone a loan, bus forget it! From that day onwards, excuses will begin that I can’t pay this month or next month or ever because Maan bemar, baap bemar, biwi dying, you name it. Lice, all lice! Nothing but lice!

Wazir Khan driver said he needed loan for his daughter’s wedding. Janoo The Loser immediately agreed. Bhai, kuch thora sa to wait karana thha na!

Anyways, loan shone ho gaya. We even gave Ten Thou from our side (God knows what Janoo secretly gave from his side without telling me, and Kulchoo The Brat also. Aik to bachay bhhi na …!)

So this month, I had to cut the installment. First Wazir Khan said, no no Begum Sahiba, you keep whole salary. I said are you crazy, but then I realized it was a ploy to avoid paying installment. I insisted kay naheen bhai, take salary minus installment.

Finally, he said, cap in hand, “please give me extension, Begum Sahiba”. “What do you mean EXTENSION?” “I-I-I mean extension, vohi jo baray log letay hain, Begum Sahiba.”

Ufff! Aik to, why don’t people realize that how much museebat these things cause to honest tax paying citizens like us, haan? Ab how can I give him an extension? Janoo The Loser said, “on the other hand, how can you refuse him an extension? Nobody in this country has the courage to do so”. Typical. Ironing dripping from every sentence!

I don’t care, I said, I’m putting my foots down. “No Wazir Khan, you cannot have an extension!” He then returned the car keys and said, keep my whole salary, I’m going to work for people who have more qadr of me and value me more. Janoo and Kulchoo immediately got on my nerves and said how do you know the next one is going to be any better. Uff! No choice, na. I suppose batter the devil you know …