Diary of a Social Butterfly

Diary of a Social Butterfly
You know, Mummy, mashallah say, she has photogenic memory. She can remember how much one tola of sona cost when she was seven years old. It was just two hundreds. Imagine karo! She also remembers how much meat cost and chickens also. (Probably what a saada khushboo wallah paan costs now.) And me I can’t even remember my own cell phone number. I could remember twenty thirty phone numbers when I was small but now my memory has become so rustic, so rustic kay don’t even ask. I think so Mummy’s got such good memory because of all the pure foods she ate as a little girl. You know desi ghee and desi eggs and orgasmic chickens. Then tau these fake foods didn’t exist na. Things like chewing gum and Big Mags and juicy drinks in cardboard boxes that resolve your teeth and give you cancer. I think so they give you twins also because every second third person has twins nowdays. And also every third person has Alzymers also. I’m sure it’s also to do with what we’re putting on crops shops.

For instant they didn’t have chemical fertilizers and pesty side sprays in olden times. Everything was natural back then. Fertilizer was just cows ki number two mixed with grass and straw shaw. I think so it was called man your and in Sharkpur and other prehistoric places they are still making like that. So thanks God, the Old Bag, Janoo’s mother sends us ghar ki gundum and ghar kay chavals and apni haldi peechhay say, I mean from Sharkpur only. All orgasmic. Mulloo, whose husband doesn’t have a village and so she doesn’t any food coming from her backside and is frankly speaking, just jealous, says that it doesn’t matter where our food comes from because seeds are all generically mollified. Donald Trump’s making them like that himself only and exporting them to us so all of us should get cancer and die and then he can take our nuclear weapons.

‘Vaisay,’ I said, ‘aren’t nuclear weapons bad for the environment?’

‘They’re bad only for other people’s environment,’ she said, ‘Not ours. That’s their whole point.’