Diary of a Social Butterfly

Diary of a Social Butterfly
Thanks God, the smock has got better. I swear it was like a thick chaadar of smoke, dust and ash over everything and everybody. I tau thought I was being affixiated. In case you are not understanding my Convent ki English, getting affixiated means grasping for breaths. And me being sensitive type with delicate lungs, you can imagine what my haal was. Us khandani types you know we suffer the most whatever happens because we are not like aam log na who don’t feel anything.

Janoo says smock was caused by coal fired electricity kay plants. Apparently they throw up lots of smoky dusty type dust that clocks up your lungs so they start looking like inside of chimneys. Kulchoo says it was because of too many cars shars and also because of all the generators we chalao with dirty diesel that goes and pollutes the air. And so the number of cars and generators will have to be deduced. And Jonkers says farmers have been burning their fields (Baba, why they’re burning their fields when they could sew them? But who knows what goes on inside farmers’ heads?) And also us city wallahs have been burning our garbage and that’s what caused the smock. (I swear we tau never burn our garbage. I’ve given strict instructions to the sweeper kay bhai just put it all in a neat pile outside the neighbour’s house.)

So if we don’t want smock we have to live without cars and electricity and generators and with neat rubbish hills in front of our own houses. Like olden times kay log riding on tangas and burning candles. But then Mulloo gave best explanation: it’s all the fault of Indians. Everyone knows they are making pollution and then sending it across the boarder. Jaan kay. RAW is doing it only. Making wind so that it blows across to our side and affixiates us. Unlike Jonkers, Mulloo hasn’t been to Oxford and unlike Jonkers and Kulchoo who are both kitaab kay keeray she is not very booky but, honestly, sometimes she talks most sense. Like me only.