There are two ways to swim, one is with the current and the other is against it, I always prefer the second one, and it breaks me from time to time but I am not here to give up just yet.
It’s been a year since I have been searching for a good radio clock in the market. Around 10 months back I spotted one at the Naheed store, it was a Philips Product with a 1200 Rupee price tag but when I tried to buy it they told me that it has a manufacturing defect, since then when ever I visit Naheed I asked the sales men for the radio clock and they always told me the same story.
Yesterday I was venturing in Tuesday Bazar, when at the flee market (Juna market or Lunda Bazar) section I spotted this stall which had several of these Radio clocks. Being a Lunda Bazar freak I bought one for only Rs.200, it was a gamble the radio clock I bought could be junk for all I knew after all it was a second hand Radio clock. Any ways I brought it home and plugged it in and it is working fine since then, better then any thing, the radio, the alarm, the buttons everything is working just perfect.. I am glad I found a good Sanyo Radio clock at throwaway price 🙂 .
Now today I again went to yet another Wednesday Bazar and I bought a few rugs from there. At Rs.50 each the rugs are great but just a bit dirty which the dry cleaner was supposed to take care of but I decided to wash just one of them today. I smuggled one (flower shaped) of the rugs into the bathroom which is where I filled the a small tub with water and pored in 3 cups of detergent. I mixed the water and detergent into a fine blend of liquid soap and poured about a litre of the liquid over the rug along with some fresh water from the tap. I rubbed the rug with a big brush till a thick white lather completely covered the rug I treated the other side with the same method now when I pour water to clean off the soap, the whole bathroom started to foam up. There was an eight inch high mountain of froth over the drain and a two inch high layer over the whole bathroom floor, It Looked like I was sitting in a cup of cappuccino. It took me an hour to wash off all the soap from the rug, I used the hand shower as an anti foaming tool. I am glad mom was sleeping through my secret mission but she was surprised when she found out that there was no more detergent left in the house anymore 😉 ..
It took me 3 days to clean up my messy Room, and today I used my left over energy over that rug…
Right now I am tired like hell, My whole body is aching and I am ready to retire on that bed to wake up tomorrow to the call of my Sweet radio clock.
The evening after the recent rain spell a lady in her Civic drove past me at high speed splashing mud all over me. She was stopped by a stalled bus momentarily, so I caught up on her, I was outraged, I knocked at her window, the glass smoothly came down, I instantly said ” Don’t you have eyes?, Look what you have done” She replied in an angry voice ” what can I do if there is water on the road”, I replied “Maim don’t you think you are suppose to slow down while driving through mud, specially when there are motorcyclists or pedestrians by your side, but that would require some manners” I turned around and walked away from her, at times like these I become bitter besides being soaked in smelly mud is not something anyone would enjoy.
Yesterday, at around 9 I decided to get my self a subway tuna sub, My uncle told me to get a cake from the Dhaka, I was dressed in a jeans and a discolored T-shirt, obviously I didn’t change and went straight away to the subway where their staff gave me a weird look, but I didn’t care, I got my sandwich done with extra olives and went to Dhaka, At Dhaka sweet I asked one of the worker to pack for me the two pound chocolate cake, instead of getting the cake out of the fridge he replied “Yeah 220 Ka hai” in a sarcastic manner, I was really pissed off at his reaction so I replied “Am not asking you to read the price tag for me, just get the God Damn Cake out of there and pack it for me, Okey !! ?”. My shouting attracted the manager, he apologized me and told his employ to start behaving with the customers.
Actually it was not his fault, our society has learned that a person’s real honor is her/his appearance, we have been treating people in dirty clothes like verminous creature, we are not familiar with the idea of an educated person sweeping his own house, we don’t see many well to do (so called) decent people paint their house or fix their car. For us a man in a worn-out outfits had to be a jahil kangla, But for me it is always fun to get people by surprise :), but this fun ends the moment I realize that our society had a lot to learn and has yet to become civilized.
People who say “clothes makes a man” must be thinking what a freak I am. But I cant help my self, this is who I am, this is my identity this is what sets me apart from the crowd. I am a freak, a feminist, a revolutionist a person who is a complete jerk, with not one but many screws loose up there 🙂 .
I really hate it when I see people walking to-and-fro across halls, cafes or Or restaurants while talking on their mobile, or when they drive while on a mobile phone or even worst is when during a live play someone’s mobile phone rings breaking the whole momentum of the theater. These mobile phones ring at the oddest moment, and it’s never the fault of your cell phone but only yours, for even when it is announced for you as a request to switch those damn things off, you don’t.
Often people look at my Samsung X100 and ask me to get rid of the old thing, I don’t know but they think I should have an expensive mobile with me, at least something with a camera. Some have even told me that I look cheep with an old mobile phone… I don’t know what’s with these people, I like my X100 because it’s working fine, I am not afraid to use it on streets and I like the looks of it. (Actually to make it look even more worn out I have places a sticker on it’s back :P). I don’t want to keep a delicate shiny phone, I want an old rugged one, something which could reflect my causal style. Yeah these people think I have lost my brains, 🙂 but let them be happy in their own mind set, I hope they change but I wont change my self for them.
I guess it is true that mobile phones have become a society symbol in Karachi, people who are living in an inferiority want to make them selves look good, worthy of a certain class, they wear good clothes, carry expensive mobiles and try using as much English as they can in their conversations. They try to get an appearance on Television, they dream of becoming models, but none of them actually try to become more civilized.
Just A few days back someone who is also a businessmen won an amount of 8,00,000 when Pakistan lost the match, he was gladly announcing the news to the owner of the ABC store over the cell phone. About two years back (I think it was 2005) a stock exchange broker give a friend of mine a list of the matches Pakistan was to win and loose days before the world cup had started, The list turned out to be 100% accurate.
I am not a big fan of cricket, but I have my suspicions that the unpredictable performance of the freaks in our teem is a result of a false play, I think they take huge bribes to loose a match for the gamblers and this year the stress and the humiliation caused by the extremely out standing performance of our soul less teem took the life of Bob Woolmer, who died today, (a day after Pakistan was eliminated from the world cup) suddenly of an heart attack.
May his soul rest in peace.
The past few days of my life were spent fixing the DVD writer which destroyed 10 DVDz before going back to the computer shop for a replacement, after which the phone line went dead for two days, when I inspected the telephone line a break was found, which I fixed and the phone was back to life, but by then we had already made some calls to the SDO and other official which resulted in several visits by line men who each claimed to have repaired the line from the main DP, exchange or the pole.
Today I started Googleing for the brothels In Karachi, the results are more disturbing then I had imagined. It looks like, in Karachi there is a brothel in every area which is controlled by the pimps. I wanted to contact the lady ring leader called Naika who rents the girls to these pimps, but in Karachi there is no red light area, to reach to one of these Naikas we will have to persuade the pimps and once we tell them that our intentions are to give a few children of the brothel a chance to break away from the system, there is no way they are going to let us in. In Lahore we can directly go to a Red Light area and talk to one of these Naikas but here in Karachi finding a brothel will be like searching for needles in a haystack.
Right now all I can only curse those who destroyed the Napier Road’s red Light area to add to all the problems we are facing today.
I almost had a fight with someone I know, I asked him to join me to help the kids of the brothels in Karachi, which is when he said ” those women are sluts and their children are bastards” which is when I lost my temper and after abusing him as generously I as could I hung up the phone on him, I am sure he was saying something but I couldn’t hear a word. The incident made me realize that I have become a “grenade with half pin out” when it comes to feminism , or humanitarianism.
I am totally brain drained now, have lost any sense of composition or grammar, the keyboard is looking like a box of alphabetic marshmallows, in short I am too tired for anything. But I needed to vent all there was in me, I had to share this all with someone so I had to blog this.
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He is in his mid 70s, the owner of G General store near my house. This general store has been there for quite some time, but I always used to avoid this general stole for their unfair dealings, but as the other store nearby had closed down I started frequenting this store for small purchases. A few days back I went to “G” store to get a pack of ice-cream, it was 9 pm and the shop had no other customers, it is when the old freak, told me that he has something which would be very use full for me, he told me he had bought it specially for me, when I entered the shop I found him pointing to a carton of tampons, “Ooh !” was all I could utter. Finding me surprised he quickly said “It will be very use full at your home” for which I quickly replied, ” Take them all to your home and your daughters will be really happy” but I think he didn’t get it as I had sadly said it all in English. The next day I went to this shop again, It was around noon, I wanted a loaf of bread, It is when the Horny Old Basted grabbed a pack of contraceptives in his hand while making a head movement towards the girl standing next to me, it is when I lost my temper, instantly I made an about turn saying out loud “Shove it up yours …. “, I briefly looked back, The old man was only laughing.
I have decided never to visit the G Store again, but If I ever do, it will only be to castrate the old man out of his misery.