Yeh Imran ko kya ho gya hai? Every day new tamasha. Kabhi dharna, kabhi jalsa. One day abuses to journalists, next day hamla on GEO. One day accusing someone of being dollar khor, next day jetting off to London to attend parties. Bhai, you’ve won KP, go and chalao that instead of dharna-jalsa and chest-thumping like Tarzan. I said all this to Baby and she said, ‘Hai bechara kya karay? Na koi family hai yahan na kuch. Ub time pass bhi tau karna hai na.’
‘So why can’t he go and do some work in KP?’
‘Bhai running guvmunts is so bore. Paper work and policy and planning shanning. Naturally he’d rather stand in front of an adoring crowd of thousands and be Tarzan.’
And udhar say Moody has won lampslide victory in India. My rich Indian friends in London, they’re so happy that they’re thinking of spending four winters kay months in Mumbai instead of three. They’re feeling suddenly so Indian. They say Moody is a real doer. He’ll give everyone a big danda.
‘You want danda?’ I asked my friend Sharmila, whose husband Anand has a big business in Nigeria and she lives in a six bedroom house in Knightsbridge and has five servants, all Biharis but. ‘No, yaar,’ she said. ‘Obviously for all these low, lazy types who don’t do any work. They don’t understand anything but danda. Sorry to say.’
Vaisay I tau feel sorry for Rahul Gandhi na. So cute with his dimples and fair skin, so much more photographic than Moody. Only for that Indians should have voted for him. And Janoo says Afghanistan has also had elections and someone called Abdulah Abdullah is going to be PM. ‘I heard you first time only,’ I said to Janoo. ‘You don’t have to repeat his name, okay?’
Yesterday we were having coffee party at Mulloo’s and her niece Sara is getting married in August, love marriage, na. She’s from American School. She asked Mulloo, ‘Aunty, like, what’s marriage like? I mean, like, really?’ Mulloo gave crooked sa smile and said, ‘It’s a walk in the park beta.’
‘Yes,’ I said, ‘Jurassic Park.’
‘So why can’t he go and do some work in KP?’
‘Bhai running guvmunts is so bore. Paper work and policy and planning shanning. Naturally he’d rather stand in front of an adoring crowd of thousands and be Tarzan.’
And udhar say Moody has won lampslide victory in India. My rich Indian friends in London, they’re so happy that they’re thinking of spending four winters kay months in Mumbai instead of three. They’re feeling suddenly so Indian. They say Moody is a real doer. He’ll give everyone a big danda.
‘You want danda?’ I asked my friend Sharmila, whose husband Anand has a big business in Nigeria and she lives in a six bedroom house in Knightsbridge and has five servants, all Biharis but. ‘No, yaar,’ she said. ‘Obviously for all these low, lazy types who don’t do any work. They don’t understand anything but danda. Sorry to say.’
Vaisay I tau feel sorry for Rahul Gandhi na. So cute with his dimples and fair skin, so much more photographic than Moody. Only for that Indians should have voted for him. And Janoo says Afghanistan has also had elections and someone called Abdulah Abdullah is going to be PM. ‘I heard you first time only,’ I said to Janoo. ‘You don’t have to repeat his name, okay?’
Yesterday we were having coffee party at Mulloo’s and her niece Sara is getting married in August, love marriage, na. She’s from American School. She asked Mulloo, ‘Aunty, like, what’s marriage like? I mean, like, really?’ Mulloo gave crooked sa smile and said, ‘It’s a walk in the park beta.’
‘Yes,’ I said, ‘Jurassic Park.’