Disclaimer: This post is in no way meant to defame or slander race, it is just a few lines written in a lighter mood and are to be taken as such. If you feel offended I apologize for that in advance.
That piece I wrote about Punjabi expletives was by chance, this one is intentional, considering the feedback I have received. I have lived amongst Pathans most of my life and some of my best friends ate Pathans. I know their language “quite well” and as is wont to happen in such cases the expletives and swear words come gratis, and hence I know them very well too I can tell you guys that Pashto swear words are meant to operate at a different level, quite often depending on the situation, mood and the level of comfort or discomfort the people have amongst them (while using them). There are words that in a friendly jest would be laughed off or completely ignored, then there are words that will target the opponent and will hit very hard and off course then there’s a special colored language that will particularly target the men and it has to be his “derriere”. That I have seen and heard as it is totally unavoidable be it amongst friends or enemies.
I had to tell my driver to step on it and take the car closer to this truck, so I could snap this pic for my Blog. It is a saying with a very deep meaning, one that always generates a great debate, not to mention agitating the mind and making one think hard. When translated to English, it means something like this;
Happy Eid ul Fitr to all my readers, followers, friends and family. Have a good one. May our wishes come true and may you smile throughout the year. And, don’t forget to give that dieting a well deserved rest Cheers and best wishes.
This also reminds me of a funny pic I received on my Whatsapp today. And I just couldn’t stop myself from sharing it with you guys…Try to stay away from him. LOL
The fat one had a very dark complexion, unkepmt hair, wore a dhoti and loose shirt, the tall one had a wheatish skin tone, he was shaved, had a thin moustache and wore relatively clean clothes. I wouldn’t have noticed their clothing or looks, not after having driven 1500 kms in two days from Karachi to Rawalpindi. But it was the last leg of my journey enroute from Multan to Lahore, I was tired, it was hot and I was desperately looking for a good cup of tea. The two gas stations I had stopped were out of tea and electricity, respectively, the two important ingredients is making tea. My pet parrot sat on my shoulder, silent but watching me all this while.
I had to go to the tailor to get some clothes stitched and he happens to be in Saddar, Pindi. He’s kind of my family tailor or so I can claim as his father stitched clothes for my father, so it kind of runs in the family. The measurements done and tags pinned he told me to come after a week. That’s when we heard a big bang and all things electric seized to work, immediately. The seamster swore loudly and I walked out of the shop.