Because I am slightly odd, I have friends who also veer in
the same direction and the conversations we have are also of not you garden or average variety. Last night AB and I were having a random chat session and
she came up with a couple of peculiar questions (mind you, we were already done
with the mandatory bitch fest about a lady who was simultaneously flirting the
pants off a couple of elderly gentlemen). I attributed the strangeness of her
questions to the fact that she grew up in Rawalpindi and the fascination with
GHQ is but natural.
Here is an excerpt.
AB: Yaar ek baat tau batao? Did General Zia-ul-Haq use desi khizab (cheap local hair dye), Kala Kola (the only brand of hair dye available in Pakistan back in 1980s in black and brown) or some other fancy shmanzy hair dye that Mrs. Zia must have picked up for her husband’s wispy follicles? (Yes, my friends and I are totally obsessive compulsive over bad hair dye jobs of generals long gone.)
Tazeen: (After much contemplation and deliberation) I think Gen. Zia must have used Beijing hair colour; after all he had to put in his weight behind the whole Pak China friendship.
AB: OK, and what brand of cigarettes does General Kiyani smoke?
Tazeen: Why do you want to know about Kiyani’s ciggis?
AB: Yaar another friend mentioned that he rolls his own cigarettes?
Tazeen: Come on, you can’t expect a general sahib to do anything himself. I think he smokes K2, akhir inki shan bhi tau Paharon jaisee hai.
PS: Because I generally whine a lot about Pindi, I dedicate
this post to AB, Shahid Saeed and Shoaib Akhtar, the saving grace of the city
of Rawalpindi.
PPS: While the whole world was busy discussing APC, we were
discussing Kiyani’s ciggies and hair dyes, being born and spending your
childhood – not to mention most of your adult life – under military rule does
that to you.






