Diary of a Social Butterfly

Diary of a Social Butterfly
I think so we should just make Imran King of Pakistan and khatam karo this roze ka fasaad, roze kay dharnay, roze ki marches, roze kay raulay. I mean it’s patiently clear that he wants sit on a throne. Vaisay kya museebat hai suchee! Every day he comes up with a new stunt. First it was that march to Waziristan to stop the drones. Then it was the dharna against Zardari. Now the new tamasha is how the crown of Pakistan was stolen from him. Dekho zara – he’s accused the Chief Justess, the Erection Commissioner, GEO, Sethi, everyone except the voters themselves. But between you, me and the four walls, it’s really the voters’ fault that Imran’s not King of Pakistan. And I think so it’s his ghussa with the voters that he’s taking out on us now.

Mummy and Aunty Pussy, they have another explanation for his tantrumps. They say men whose wives have left them they become frustrated, na. So they have to take it out somewhere, baba. And look at that Mullah in the container! Asking everyone else to embrace or inflict martyrdom while he can scoot off to Canada.

Pur chalo let’s talk of something less bore. You know my friend Kamila Shamsie? Bhai, she’s from Karachi only.  Writes story books. Good bagground, parhi likhi, same to same as me. She adviced me that now that Kulchoo’s labradog is dead I should get a small dog for myself only. Apparently it’s called a Choohuahua and all Jimmy Choo-wearing fashionistas like Paris Hilton vaghera, they all have them. And they carry them around in their Birkins with their chhotay say faces sticking out, so everyone can see the diamond collar around their necks. So I said to Kamila, I said voh tau sub theek hai but where will the dog do his bathroom? And she said the dog is small, so maybe a dainty wallet would suffice for its needs. Lo, I said, a diamond collar, a Birkin bag, and now a Prada wallet, all for a dog that sounds like a chooha? Thanks but not thanks.