From: memon@acsu.buffalo.edu (Naveed Siraj Memon)
Newsgroups: soc.culture.pakistan
Subject: Strawberry fields forever
Date: 14 Aug 92 21:28:43 GMT
Organization: UB

From: alam@ucsu.Colorado.EDU (ALAM AFSHAN)
Organization: University of Colorado, Boulder


moi

>are concieved in the back seat of their cars. Man,  what do they tell their 

she
>kinda reminds 1 of 'dont drink and park.accidents cause ppl' :)

Afshan after the 2 most boring days in the history of s.c.p, you have  
come to the rescue. Thanks. One heck of a bumber sticker that must be.

>ObSubj: aneroid barometer:a meteorological instrmt whose rdgs, along w/
>darkening skies,rolling seas,high wind speeds, are used to indicate
>the onset of a storm.

Ob-bayt by Shah

Saraang saar lahaij, allah laG onhanan jee
PaNi poJ paTan maiN arzaaN ann-a karaij
watan vasaij
t-a sanghaaraN sukh-o theeyay

Translation: God Almighty, let the Rain breathe a new life into the soil
	     and bring laughter to the faces of the (poor) people of the land.
         
(sorry for a bad translation. For those who can notice some mistakes, just
 shut the hell up :) :) )


>Naveed

>Afshan. why'd ya mention ganDayriaaN man:)i used to know that stuff:)


You used to know that stuff, I used to dig into that stuff, literally. This
is way back when I was a kid, jab hum khobsurat thay :) I bought
daily groceries for the house starting from a time when I was eight. My
bonus of running errands(sp) was a bag full of gandayaries. You could tell
that a particular bag would have the juiciest gandayries if the thaylay-wala
had sliced the pieces side-ways instead of the traditional cylinder shape
that's ever-so-harsh on the gums. You rush home and wash the gandyaries 
with cold water, and then sit in the verandah and have a "party in the patio"
:), and you curse the flies, and you watch a local bout of patang-bazi in the
clear blue sky. This is way back when looking into the sky gave you a high,
and spinning around like crazy would not make you sick, you'll just laugh
and fall on the grass, and you'll carry on these little games you played with
the earth-worms and you would chase after a butterfly and throw it into spider-
web and you would get hold of the spider and feed it to the girgit(karachiite
lizard with an attitude) and put a string at the end of a big stick and
catch the girgit and force it to eat naswaar and watch it dance. Then to 
keep your taste buds busy you put a metal hook to the big stick and and head to
the sehan to that old mango tree but the stick is so big that it you get tired
after 3 seconds of holding it upright. Then you say "what the .." and then
you climb up the tree but the yellow ones are too far from your reach
and you dont want the girgit to lose the nasha and so you hold on to the
closest cayry(baby mango :)) and instead of coming down the tree the same
way you had gone up, you improvise and jump the 8 feet and OUCH you yell
a big behan at the top of your voice and you run into the house and you give 
the cayry your favourite side-way cut and you pour brown sugar on the cayry,
and then you re-unite with the girgit who is really getting down now. I go
close to her and she starts singing,'
"jhoom jhoom kay nachoN aaj gaayooN aaj gayooN khoosi kay geet ho".  Damn,
it is not a she, the girgit is a he, I should have known the moment it 
started singing. It is a Mukesh song not Lata. Oh what the heck, these days
you really cannot tell between a male-girgit and a female-girgit. Dont anyone
even remind me of Imrana Zaheer?  [add a lot of smilies here, I am in a hurry]

So afshan, tell me? This happen to you too? :) Can talk.bizarre top that?
This is all true babe. Not making it up, well the part about the girgit 
singing a Mukesh goldie is not true. After niswaar any girgit you see, starts
foaming, so it sounds like Ghulam Ali rather than Mukesh :)

Naveed



PS: for those mummy-daddies who dont know what niswaar is, it is a drug that
is used in Pakistan, kinda like chewing tobacco. 

* apologies to all Ghulam Ali fans and all girgits who read s.c.p.