Reckless Paki’s

What is it with the people of Pakistan and driving cars? I mean what is going in our minds when we are driving? Are we that idiotic, ignorant, stupid idiots, retarded, assholes, morons, irresponsible, imbecile? I mean crying out loud I am also a Paki and I try to relax and concentrate to drive properly. Three incidents in two days have confirmed the fact that we neither drive properly nor do we have the sense of accountability and let alone road sense.  

Coming back from work day before yesterday, I was on Shahra-e-Faisal driving neck to neck at the torturing speed of 10kmps and to my surprise, a guy on a motorcycle with his wife sitting on the back seat holding her new born kid in her hand, comes and slams into my front left wheel. My initial response was to dodge so that he doesn’t dump into me. But unfortunately there was too much traffic and they biker smashed into my car and fell in front of me. The way his wife saved their kid was a miraculous. I pulled my car to the side to ask them if they were alright but he just drove by me in a surge, and I thought it was my obligation to ask them if they were ok.  

The next day, on the way to take a new mobile line, this guy in the car right next to me looses control and bashes into me from the side and runs off. I had people sitting in the car and luckily the impact was directed on the rear tire and no one was hurt. The same day while coming back home from work, I got stuck amongst the literate imbeciles. It seemed like it was a race of doofuses trying to cross the green signal. The result was the worst chaos and me reaching home at 8:15pm. 

 What the fuck ?

Last mail

To my son,

Something i never said too much, I love you, my father never said it much either. I thought that I would be different from him but I guess I am not. I tried but somewhere along the line you slip back to what you know and I am sorry for that. I said that I never cared for you but I lied. What ever I have done today I have done it for you. I just couldn’t talk to you about such things because you always spoke bad to others about me. I thought that youngsters these days take some liberty of saying such things but I was scared that you took none.

You are a good kid, and my only son. I am sorry that we haven’t talked in a while because I have missed you. Thats the things boys become men and men become fathers and husbands, and we do the best we can. You are doing the best you can!! You’ve done good, your work will be remembered long after we both are gone and this is important. What more important is how you treat your family. I wasn’t a perfect husband but the time that I spent with your mother was wonderful and I never regret one moment when we were together. But we had our differences. I’m here if you need me. Thats all I wanted to say.

Love

Your old man

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understandings

Yet she sits alone in the corner of the room. Although knowing that what ever she has around her will eventually be hers in a few years, yet she is fixed to the ground, wanting to be all alone. She tries to talk things out with like minded people, family and friends but it always ends up in a heated argument.

And hence forth she is lying there like a person deprived of her own will to live life. All she wants is for somebody to understand her intuitive thoughts and not judge her for a change. Life for her seems no more petty doll houses, in fact it has become a living nightmare as no one seems to be wanting her help. Being clumsy adds fuel to the strong fire of un-confidence. But its the thought of being constantly judged by someone or being part of an experiment, that makes her inept.

She is still waiting to find that one thing which separates her from the rest of the gang of self suicidal group. She is still trying to find out that just one thing better in her life as compared to others. but so far no luck