You can’t imagine keh mein nay recently kitna culture take kiya hai. I went every day to Lahore Literally Festival and listened to so many talks keh mera sur chakraa gya. But guess what? I’ve got a new heroine. Shobha Day! I swear she’s respired me so much. You should’ve seen her. Long glossy say black hairs, smooth si skin, figure all tight shite. Doesn’t look a day older than thirty-nine. But kehtay hain she is sixty and has six children on top. Mulloo says she must doing Botox and all but I think so Mulloo’s jay. Shobha’s just got good jeans. I know, because I’m having them also, from Mummy’s side but. Daddy tau, poor thing, looks like Tutan Khanum.
Anyways, so this literally festival, so many people came. Aik tau there was Vikram Seth, who wrote that moti si book, Suitable Boy. Then Mira Nair also came. She makes films na, from books only. Like Reluctant Fundamentalist by Mohsin Hamid and The Names Sake by Jumper Lahiri and Vanity Fear by some other desi writer who’s name I’m forgetting now. But her top ki film is Monsoon Wedding. It’s the only film that both Janoo and I like. That and Gone with the Wind, which, once upon a time, was also a book. But I don’t think so it was written by a desi. And Shazia Sikander also came. She’s that artist na, who invented the miniature. Lives in New York only and is collected by khaata peetas like Bill Gate.
Before Lahore Litfest, I went to the Karachi wallah also. And there I heard Tina Sani and Zeb sing and itna mujhay maza aya na. And I also went to Mohatta Palace to see Rashid Rana ki art exhibition. Bhai, voh tau itni tabahi thi, keh I almost spooned with delight. Janoo says Rashid Rana, he thinks big. I think so he means his pictures, they are very big na. ‘Hai, too big for our lounge,’ I sighed. ‘And my wallet,’ muttered Janoo. Tau bus dekh lo, what all I’ve done. Books, music, art. Now with clear conscious I can go back to Mera Sultan…
Anyways, so this literally festival, so many people came. Aik tau there was Vikram Seth, who wrote that moti si book, Suitable Boy. Then Mira Nair also came. She makes films na, from books only. Like Reluctant Fundamentalist by Mohsin Hamid and The Names Sake by Jumper Lahiri and Vanity Fear by some other desi writer who’s name I’m forgetting now. But her top ki film is Monsoon Wedding. It’s the only film that both Janoo and I like. That and Gone with the Wind, which, once upon a time, was also a book. But I don’t think so it was written by a desi. And Shazia Sikander also came. She’s that artist na, who invented the miniature. Lives in New York only and is collected by khaata peetas like Bill Gate.
Before Lahore Litfest, I went to the Karachi wallah also. And there I heard Tina Sani and Zeb sing and itna mujhay maza aya na. And I also went to Mohatta Palace to see Rashid Rana ki art exhibition. Bhai, voh tau itni tabahi thi, keh I almost spooned with delight. Janoo says Rashid Rana, he thinks big. I think so he means his pictures, they are very big na. ‘Hai, too big for our lounge,’ I sighed. ‘And my wallet,’ muttered Janoo. Tau bus dekh lo, what all I’ve done. Books, music, art. Now with clear conscious I can go back to Mera Sultan…