Diary of a Social Butterfly

Diary of a Social Butterfly
Janoo and me, mashallah say we are Pakistan’s cream de law cream, and now we’ve become England’s also. You know na that just like us, goras also have their season. While ours is in winters, theirs is in summers. And while ours is about weddings sheddings, theirs is about cricket, tennis and riding. So there’s Ass Court which you see in a hat and Wimbledown, a flowers wali frock and dark glasses. At no event must you wear a big hairloom necklace. Since Janoo is an Oxen (he did his BA from Oxford in a very hard subject) he has lots of friends who are khaata peeta pukka saabs who all go to these events.

This year, one of Janoo’s goras invited us to the men’s semi-final match at Wimbledown. Janoo’s friend says he’s a farmer but Janoo says he’s being self defecating. Actually he’s a big zamindar with lots of murabbas of ancestral lands in Summers Set. He’s also a khandani member of Wimbledon so he got seats in a special place called a box, next to another special place called royal box where the Queen vaghaira sit. Vaisay, expecting it to have velvet sides like a jewellery ka box I was surprised to discover that it had just normal type seats. But what seats yaar! Next to us was that British designer Stellar Mug Cartney in a black designer jora with zero jewellery and no blow-dry even. Her husband was in a white suit and white PT shoes. And zara further were Kate Middleclass’s mother, Carol, and brother, James Middleclass. Also there was Prince Andrew looking fat and sulky. So much fun it was! Only boring bit was the tennis. I think so it was Roger Federal and Marion Clinic. But I (in a flowered Prada blouse, green Prada shoes and green Prada dark glasses) was so busy trying to do hello-hi with Stellar kay mein nay notice hi nahin kiya when the match ended. So when Janoo said: ‘Shall we go?’ I gasped: ‘Hai Janoo but I’ve tau just arrived!’