Friday, August 26, 2005
helloooo chicken lickens! thank you for all the taalash-e-gumshuda notices, i've just got back from karachi!!! yeaaay! it's been what, ten days without going near a computer which is this beautiful feeling in my fingers, something brand-new...crispy almost, like new shirts.but karachi. whoa. ten days of insanity- frenetic, social insanity that was so much fun that the last two evenings where we weren't up til three a.m laughing hoarsely and tripping out to eat icecream wrapped in a khais over our pjs (kaybee's icecream is HUGE! it looks like a jester hat and only amen-bob cokepants could finish hers. massive. good, but elephantine *blink*) or being followed by men on motorcycles or being the one to go buy H cigarettes because i was wearing a shalwar kameez- that was funny, K and i got off to buy a litre of coke, strepsils for Raja the flu-machine and marlboro lights for H. the first two went fine. the third was interesting. K bedecked as always in her marvelous jewels and i was wearing floaty pale blue chiffon and we peer up into the paan-and-cigritt khoka, den of men, and i ask for marlboro lights. the type is in english and H had mentioned something farsi, so i examine the package and vaguely mention farsi so the paan guy whips out another dibbiya with arabic or whatever on it so i'm like oh yay, thaaaank you. then i quaver up 'yeh kitni hi hai?' and he just gives me this LOOK as i count out ten rupee notes, get two disgusting meethay paan, smile sweetly and scamper back to xeb's girl-mobile.
we went to see reema's new film, featuring the sluttiest PA in the histoy of filmdom and some classic lines- 'yeh aankhein tumhari hain, ya lenses lagati ho?' 'sssoooo....feesaat......meri *hisss*'. of course, the ending ruined it completely (ghar chalein? what? ghar chalo, philandering money-robbing scum of the earth?!), but it wasn't so bad for a desi flick, there were some good shots in there too. but getting to the film was by far the best part of it! we all met up at PC and then we took a victoria to capri!!!! YES! singing 'bandr road se kemari' no less, and doing regal hand-waving! i got gum on my shalwar >: but ate tons of popcorn and we all hooted and clapped and yelled comments and had full fun. then we invaded pizza hut where H and Raja terrorized the waiter with the coke demand (usskey daanth hi nahien andar gaye he was so amused) and Chicken wangled a free birthday cake and singing waiter-fest :D
we went to see Blackfish too! uffff they're pretty good, us lums people were the ones going hyper on it...lol and at one point Chicken and i volunteered to play one of the games, so we got to be human props!!! hahahaha it was awesome! i love chicken, he's my spontaneous-plan brother, buss. they had to drag us dancing from the party we all went to too *lol* we danced our way to the car :) met saphiya on her way out too, which was nice but also sad because it was only for two seconds since we went really late (oh the decadence haha).
the shaadi was wonderful, one big party. S's family are sweethearts and when her dadi found out i'm UP too i was her darling *lolll* it's amusing how strong some cultures can be, i couldn't wipe the grin off my face when Aunty N burst into the room to make sure were were okay and rushed back to fix her 'havannaq shakal' in time for the maiyon *hahahha*
the beach was beautiful! scube's friend A wangled a hut and after digging M's car out of the sand we all managed to get there in one piece, hatted and sunglassed and barefoot. At the sight of the ocean, Raja snapped out of her panadol CF-induced torpor and turned into a sherman tank hopped up on glue!!!! she threw me into the ocean, she tackled Chicken who is not exactly a skinny single-pasli waif into the sea, she went beserk!!! i managed to get my revenge but man alive that woman is like that old baba in one of the sinbad stories where he gets onto sinbad's shoulders and chokes him with his legs if sinbad tries to get him off: skinny and uber-strong! methinks it was the chili chips maybe....hehehe we made human offerings to the sea goddess and did a mad offering dance but the goddess didn't seem to want anyone, or didn't like the lot of us singing and dancing 'ride my pony' at sunset on a tide coming higher in ;) we came back from the beach at 9:30-10 p.m, dove into the shower, wrapped six yards of silk/chiffon around ourselves and jetted off to the valima! in record time too, no less!
momani and chote nana are sweethearts of the highest order; they gave me their apartment keys so i could come and go whenever i wanted which was brilliant; when i got Wendy to walk the beach at four in the afternoon i skipped right out araam se...hahaha bless him for being spontaneous even though he's a geek enter-per-noor now ;) incidentally, i've lost TWO of my hoop earrings to the sea, one silver and one gold one! i was annoyed for a while but i suppose it's all right; can always go buy some more. if the sea's a girl i can understand ;)
some stories, some poems. waking up to the sea, reading to the sea, falling asleep to it. i spilt tea on myself yesterday, i never thought it could be so hot. my stomach flamed for a while after, dark pink and red curling up like smoke through my thin lawn kameez.
sunday bazaar's phenomenal. a labryinth of faded tent and sandy dirt, it sells everything from garlic to slinky scarves and hallmark cards. we kept being pestered by bad-penny kids with chabbay insisting for mazdoori....H the fire-breathing dragon blasted them away with a NAHIEN CHAHIEYE!! JAO YAHAN SEE! RRARRRR! hee hee it worked! bought superman-logo socks and spiderman socks (sorry Honorary Girl-chum, none in your size, i looked!) and the blingest shoes ever made :P~~ and this and that- a red lamp, can you imagine? i hand-carried it back and am finally throwing out the snoopy wala lamp i got for my eighth birthday but not without a pang of nostalgia for all the years its faded, now skewed shade wore my necklaces and that headband with the orange diadem-wannabe and peacock feather i wore in one of aunty amy's dance extravaganzas...and all the nights i spent reading with it on, all the barbie houses it lit and all the houses-under-the-desk. poor old snoopy lamp with no snoopy (or much of its pink paint) on it any more and broken neck is being replaced by a rah-rah razzy geometric red lampanista.
i want to see charlie and the chocolate factory! almost did at xeb's but didn't then. her cousin-from-england showed us 'bullshit' in sign language too hehehe it's pretty cute, you cross your arms, make a head with one hand and make your other one speak simultaneously.
humm...what else....H came over my last night in karachi and we lounged about eating chocolate and talking in the beautiful breeze because there was no car to zoom around hedonistically in...went to park towers with ali mamoon and chose shirts for his father-in-law and browsed books and ate gelato's lemon sorbet too bwahahaa flu-shlu!
enough stories for now. more later, like Wendy's super-duper birthday surprise and the airconditioner that kept turning on :O ooo jinn baby and the arizona grill napkin...hehehee what a mad ten days, wooo hooooooooo!
Mina at 12:23 PM
