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….hai qais, meray baad.
since i have more or less completely lost whatever smattering of creative ability i once had, and since you have obviously not lost your desire to read my stuff, i will take the middle road, not the one robert frost (two roads diverged in a wood and I – I took the one less travelled by) and […]
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theres something about mary(am)
as a rule i keep my friends and family separate. this is not because i don’t like my family or because i like my friends too much but because if you’re a desi the way you categorise relatives is already very complicated without throwing in the friend card. let me explain. there are different names […]
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meri muthee mein bandh hai kya?
nahin nahin. not naz pan masala. that would be too bloody obvious. and i was never the naz type anyway. shahi deluxe was more my style until i decided to singlehandedly make the guy who owns wrigley’s a multibillionaire. plus why anyone would want to eat something like sonf after coating in it the thing […]
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sir jee, tusee to great ho.
be careful what you wish for. it might just… millions of years ago when dinosaurs roamed the earth and the ice age meant there was a market for gas heaters in sibi and jacobabad; the tectonic plates had not shifted all that much and punjab was still a part of mongolia. the region was socially […]
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planet of the grapes
” kaali kaali bakreean, oon hai kya?” well the translator/lyricist/rip-off-artist puts it as “jee haan, jee haan, teen thaileean.” the more likely riposte from any self respecting black sheep, however, would be, ‘uloo ke pathay, “sheep” ko kehtay hain “dumba”.’ the point being that where there’s a smart aleck who thinks he did a good job translating […]
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when great writers can’t write, they write about not being able to write. that, among other reasons, is why they’re great writers. hillaire belloc, yes he of “cautionary tales” fame, once wrote an essay called on the death of my muse in his collection, on nothing. that the guy was a racist and an absolute bounder is somewhat […]
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little johnny or chota jani?
most of the people who read this blog write in some form or the other. well actually all do – my point being that most people who read this crap write creatively. well what would you guys and, for that matter, you bakras, do if someone stole the novel you just wrote and got it […]
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Samandar-e-Bemaina - The Abbasnama 