Diary of a Social Butterfly

Diary of a Social Butterfly
Uffff! Janoo is sitting on my nerves again! SO rona dhona he is, so hopeless. And behaving SO middleclass complaining about gas and bijli bills and going around the house switching off lights. Ufff! Nothing I say chairs him up. “That Faisal Vawda is saying we’re going to be full of gas, Janoo. There are going to be more jobs than people. Sabzi wallahs will beg to be taxed, instead of fleecing Bashir our khansamah and charging five five hundred for two iceberg lettuces”.

Janoo’s response: “dream on, dear, dream on”. I also didn’t let up. “Faisal Vawda says it’s all going to happen in a couple of weeks, at most. That means we can buy pounds cheaply from Sheikh Moneychanger and leave for London before Ramzan, may Allah forgive me.”

Janoo’s response: “What are you smoking, dear?”

For sahara and to complain about Janoo, I called Mulloo, “Uff taubah, how unreasonable of him! We know how much you want to go to London and we also know how going alone looks desperate in a woman of your age, so come with Bobby and me”. What does she mean, I thought, a woman of my age? Just because Mulloo was behind me one year at the Convent and then caught up because SHE FAILED, and then forever after, reduced her age one year also! First tau I wanted to tell Mulloo to go to hell but then thinking of sales on Bond Street made me swallow my pride. Big things need big sacrifices.

When I announced it to Janoo and Kulchoo, that I was going with or without them, sho shweet they became and said, “Please do go. And don’t rush back. Please stay for as long as you like. In fact, catch the spring sales now and stay till the autumn sales in October.”

Sho shweet …