I have thought of this moment you know. What is it called if you remember remembering a moment you knew would happen in the future, and now its that future. While typing out the date of 07.04.25, I knew on Sunday night, I would be writing 07.06.25. Not a big deal, yeah, but Sunday is … gone.
I had an interesting chat with boss today. I have always known he wants to “fix Pakistan” but I have always discarded it as an outsider’s patriotic wish, very respectful but not very practical. Today however, he told me the way he wants or atleast sees it all getting fixed and those points were practical, timed and taking in account the bribery and corruption and all the evils we make jokes about. Like Hitler asked a way to be sorried, and someone told him Lahore Highcourt chle jao, sb ko maafi mil jati he!
So … Tess, I am really just a stupidly ordinary guy, a vulture more than a man after reading the latest from Bano Apa lekin … sometimes, in mad flight of fantasy, I do think maybe, this shit hole will be fixed and I will get to play a part in it? Via the party, or via this job, or via something totally unexpected for Allah ki lathi beawaz hoti he? Its totally senseless, I know. It most likely is not going to happen but if I was to say I don’t believe in it at all, that would be wrong. Maybe, who knows? I don’t really care about Socialism or Capitalism or Profiteering or Theft and Philanthropy, as long as every single person of the country gets a meal, electricity, water, education, mobile phone and for the preadults, enough money and opportunity to get married. For patriotism, the means do justify the ends, no matter what they are.
Baqi sb set he. I am about to host the first ever BBQ of my life … by doing nothing. I told the guys to bring everything, and still don’t know how the hell we’ll get coals. I will figure it out. Then it will be seasoned and cooked or ye kargas jati k yours truly mze se beth k khaenge. Ironic? Sure. Truth? Yep. Open to change? By all means. Its 742pm. Bye for now.
Hello, its 126am, Monday. That BBQ is over. I totally forgot to even pay the guy who brought the meat! That’s so callous of me. Whatsapped him asking for his Easypaisa number but he said no, naturally, takalluf hi aek to hmari rvayat me itna ghusa hua he. I made a reminder for tomorrow to pay him. Aj rat zyada ho gyi he, insist suba kr lunga.
And well, weekend’s gone. It was good. I … never anticipated I could ever have this kinda weekend yknow, in my own home, plans made by myself, executed together with relatives of my age (just one guy but hy, it counts!). Next Monday is your’s truly’s 25th birth anniversary. Finally, I was waiting lol. I am adult! Yayyy!
2 serious kism k ishq, 1 zbrdst degree, kayi khrab sohbten or aek nek aml le kr 25 ka ho rha hun. When I was 15/16, I had decided k agr 25 ka hone tk job na lgi, pese na kma rha hua, to I will kill myself. Ab job to he, pese b alhamdulillah hen, to I am good there. Ab ye he k agr kbhi ksi serious bemari me mubtla hua, ya budha hote hue ksi p bojh bnne ka shk hua, to Dishaun kr lunga. Jb tk apne hath se likh k zehn se kmata rhunga, halal rizq p ayash bnta rhunga.
Ghm-e-Dunya hi akhir Farogh-e-Zeest ka saman b he, jidhr msle khtm, udhr brhotri naped. Allah malik he. Bye Tess.
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