bubbar shah (punjabi, rangeen)

03Jul07

 in true patriotic inzi-style, first of all thanks to Almighty Allah that my mother is now feeling much better and has started walking (with the help of a walker) again. Inshallah she’ll be fully mobile within a month or so. the surgeon was a good doc and a really nice guy in the bargain. that he looks like salman rushdie is significant, if slightly irrelevant in the context in which he has been mentioned in this post. the boys played well and ball was coming to bat and afridi is good player and mushee bhai is good bowling coach.  is good pitch and we hopes to win next match also. thank you tony.

and all of you for your prayers.

my life, otherwise, is pretty much the same old same old. which is to say that it is the same old crap for me and the same old series of unconnected ridiculous events for you. take for example the case of the new teammate who puts on a confused frown whenever you say something in urdu and asks you to repeat it. she also has an accent which she claims she picked up in pakistan but would be more at home in cincinatti than in chichawatni. you get the general idea. talking to such people is always a challenge. as the processor in my head is unfortunately the type that dials 1 for urdu mein maaloomat rather than 2 for information in english, everything i say in english is actually a translation of an urdu thought. which would not normally be a problem except that you tend to translate addresses like f 1/5, shershah to f 1/5 lion king. etc etc ad nauseum.

of course the latent lollywood movie mogul in me manages to pick up ideas for future box office hits from such lapses in conversation. like my upcoming project, the animated feature film, bubbar shah. the film focuses on a young lion in sargodha named bubbar shah, (or bubbra for short) who learns of his place in the zindagi ka daira while struggling through various obstacles to become the rightful deputy commissioner of sargodha district. bubbar shah will be a musical film, with songs written by composer hasan jehangir and choreographed by papoo samrat. i can already see the obligatory love interest, sherni, (voiced by saima) gyrating in the sugarcane fields to the tune of the title track, nach lein day oh bubbra saiyyan, karda ae dil chaiyyan chaiyyan…

i see an oscar for best foreign film in the not too distant future.

incidentally, and you can look the papers up if you don’t believe me, thirty thousand japanese people have committed suicide since atif aslam released his album last year. go figure.

i think i’ve forgotten how to write.

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