Diary of a Social Butterfly

Diary of a Social Butterfly
Janoo says tabdeeli is coming. I said to him hai please not again! I don’t think so I can take any more tabdeeli. I’m already bangrupt. Small meat is the price of silver. There is a ghaata of atta. Not that I eat carves vaisay, but servants tell me. Bijli ka bill has gone up so much, so much that it has duplicated. Gas has triplicated. Petrol also. Everything that was nice in Hyper Star like tuna kay tins, and cannon bear cheese and olive oils have disappeared off the shelves as if they had gone succinct. Aur tau aur tabdeeli has also come to price of essentials like many cures and avocadoes. So ub what’s left to be changed, haan? I think so, only our name hasn’t changed. Oh no, wait. Yaad aya, that also has been tabdeeled. We are now Medinay ki Ryasat.

No, said Janoo to Kulchoo and me, political change is coming. ‘The government and its handlers are in trouble,’ he said. ‘Pressure is building. Sooner or later something’s going to give.’

Aik tau Janoo always talks in fiddles na. When I asked him kay what he meant he said that in naming names, Nawaz Sharif has crossed the Ruby Cong. Lo! So I said: ‘I didn’t know that Nawaz was fond of rubies and whose name has he named?’ ‘They who cannot be named,’ said Kulchoo with a grin. ‘Voldemort! The Dark Lord himself and his legion of Death Eaters’. Baap beta, both crack!

And more anxiety with Return of Covid. I’ve been noting people have become very laxative in their attitude. Going to weddings sheddings even. Voh bhi without masks. Janoo’s made me so scared that I tau only meet people for dinners shinners outside, baba. So if people don’t have nice big gardens where I can keep far away I tau just don’t go to their houses. Being khandani and all, we already had a lot of social distance from most of these noovo types with their hochha gardens all lighted up. Aur ub tau khair one doesn’t have to meet them at all. Thanks God for Covid.