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Tag: "Satire"

Still Looking

“I promise to learn…if you agree to polish my shoes whenever the maid takes the day off!” “No, no, no!” I had stormed out yesterday leaving my Mum baffled and Shabbi Auntie angry, when she brought in yet another rishta-seeking brigade. Can you blame me? Who do these women think they are, bringing along all [...]

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With Power Comes Responsibility … & some fun too

A phrase that has been lingering in the back of my head for quite some time now, ever since I watched “Superhero Movie”, which just happens to be one of those movies that pun superhero movies, mainly Spider-man, and of course, the words of wisdom came up in the film, what will a Spider-man movie [...]

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The Nervous Traveller

Who would have thought 100 years ago that everyday thousands of people would be willingly sealed into giant metal tubes and hurled across the sky at a height of 11,000 metres (36,000 feet), at unbelievable speeds by lethal exploding chemicals? All this in the full knowledge that if even one bolt on the plane has [...]

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Ticket for Jhelum, Please…

No. No? No…no ticket for Jhelum. Why not? Not possible for ticket to Jhelum. But the ‘Pindi bus, it goes thro Jhelum. Not possible. But it does go thro Jhelum, look, on the map in your brochure, Jhelum. No, not possible. Why is it not possible if your bus goes thro the bloody place? Because [...]

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An Emergency

Hello? Zareen Auntie? THANK GOD I found you! You’ve just GOT to help me! Zara? What’s the matter, dear? It’s a NIGHTMARE…its…its…how could it be HAPPENING? I jus’ can’t… Sweetheart…calm down, now… Oh, Zareen Auntie…you’re the ONLY one who can help… Zara, is everybody alright? No…everything’s ruined! I don’t know what we’ll do…you’ve got to [...]

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Behind the Wheel

A light, satirical view of the fairer approach to driving. “My missus wants to drive here in Pakistan! Barmy, my missus… mad as a bag of snakes!” confided my British friend one fine day, shaking his head. I smiled to myself, and wondered secretly whether he was more concerned about his wife or other road [...]