Ever wonder why there’s so much rumpus about “Pindi Boys”? There’s always lots of hoo-ha when one of them is around you. Or, even if one is not around the mere mention of a Pindi Boy evokes weird glances, uncanny thoughts and ephemeral sentiments which more often than not are bad or sometimes worse. Well like it or not Pindi Boys exist and they’re proud of it. Not that I am one of them, it just happens that I have lived amongst them not for years but decades. The following is an anecdotal account of some of their antics which have earned them the title of Pindi Boys. And so as a disclaimer let me say that this is with no malice or fun aimed at anyone, just light banter which you might find amusing and informative, but not offensive. Enjoy the post…
Those, living in Rawalpindi since last 30 years or less might recall a small shop selling Ice Cream in Saddar called as “Softo”. Well the shop and its owner has been there since my teens and is a favorite of any child living in Rawalpindi, including me, that is 🙂 And frankly there’s still a small child inside me that craves for Ice Cream any day specially if its stifling hot. So last Sunday while “She” shopped and I had nothing better to do than receive text messages each time the Card was swiped by “her”, got myself busy in looking at old/used books that still adorn the sidewalks on Sundays. Not much buying done except an old Urdu book. With time well past noon, the Sun smiled even more and the little kid in me begged for some Ice cream. His wish was deftly granted and lo I had this small cup, a Mango Strawberry flavor mix. Sat down myself on the pavement and started savoring the contents of this unobtrusive paper cup. Sure enough it was hot, there were urchins a lot more than usual, lots of traffic and suddenly the grey haired forty something was transformed in to a guiltless teenager enjoying the ice cream in the repressive heat. Pretty soon nostalgia took over and the two score plus aged kid had a time he will not easily forget. Thank you “Softo” and keep selling those tasty cones and cups. Bless you!
Careem has recently launched its services in the Twin Cities of Rawalpindi-Islamabad amidst much fanfare. All roads leading into and out of Islamabad were adorned with banners advertising Careem’s launch. A recent unplanned shopping spree by my spouse left me pretty much without a ride for a whole day. With colleagues waiting at the dinner table in nearby DHA 2, I was left with limited choices to reach the destination in time, that’s when it Careemed upon me to make use of the already installed (Careem) app in my smartphone.
Life, is full of surprises. There hasn’t been a day that I haven’t learned something new about life. Life, is amazing, its depressing at times, its good news and bad news at other times, its tough and easy, its uphill and downhill, its dark and bright, its mysterious yet so obvious, sometimes cheating, dishonest, adulterous, dirty, deceitful and what not, yet its simple and straight at other times. Whatever the case maybe there’s no escaping it. Its there to be lived. One can either choose to live it or let life choose the way.
The checklist was long and taxing, I knew the day ahead was not an easy one, not at least with the Mercury reaching 45 Celsius and the Sun making it more difficult for me. This was not that normal mid-summer Sunday one could spend at home in front of the PC or TV, off course with the air-conditioning on, incessantly. What was the “Loner” to do but to acquiesce to the “snuggler’s” uncompromising demands. We men are born tough! So with a bottle of water and some Lays the “Loner” was off, doing those chores, and slowly ticking off each one of those errands in the never ending checklist.
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In case you’ve been wondering why I haven’t blogged for over two months, well let me please tell you, I have to relocate every two years or so (due to the obtuse nature of my job). And so this time they sent me packing from Karachi to Islamabad, or Isloo as they call it, lovingly, that is. So what is the first thing to do in a new town? Obviously, look for a house, and that’s exactly what I did. And man was it difficult!
This sign says it all. That small board in green color, with the white writing on it, that’s what I am talking about. It says in Urdu (and let me translate it for you), “please do not throw garbage over here.” And that’s exactly what the public has done. Much to the chagrin of earthlings like me. This is no village, it is on a main road in the city of Rawalpindi. In the background you can see a Government building which happens to be a school. You can also, if you look closely, see a man taking a leak, duh!