Diary of a Social Butterfly

Diary of a Social Butterfly
Janoo says I can’t get new car because we can’t spend too much of money. I said bhai why?  He said because econmy is weak and country might be going into financial slum. (I wanted to say I also feel weak but I tau never go into financial slum because bhai, apni izzat apnay haath.) Don’t ask me how Janoo knows that slum is coming. Maybe it’s because he is an Oxen with degree from Oxford. Or maybe it’s because he is smooth sayer like Bushra Bibi and like her he can also see the future. (Vaisay, between you, me and the four walls, Bushra Bibi must be having such good eye sights, for her age. I tau can’t even see the TV on the opposite wall and she can see two years ahead.)

But one thing I don’t understand: how we can be going into financial slum when guvmunt, mashaalah say, has made so many thousands of crores from selling old Corollas and elderly bufflows? You know what? I’ll also become a crore patty by selling my own seven year old Corolla. While I’m at it, I’ll also flock the cook’s broken bicycle and the generator that sarrhoed last month. Also the old gas wallah heater that exploded last winters. Bhai, when I have such a big khazana lying in my own backyard why I should go with begging bowel to Janoo? Haan? Such a pity that I don’t have any bufflows lying around. Janoo’s mother, The Old Bag, has a dozen in Sharkpur but majaal hai that she will ever part with them. But wait! Yaad aya! When Kulchoo was little Janoo gave him a baby donkey for his birthday in Sharkpur. I think so donkey must be jawaan now. Also he must be so done with bore Sharkpur. I’ll have him brought over to Lahore and give him some excitement. He’ll be so thrilled to see so many people bidding for him. And like the PM house ki bufflows who did their bit for the nation, he’ll be so proud to be saving me from economic slum.