Picnics – a Bane or Boon? --- III [The Last Part]

A Preliminary advise to those who have sympathies with the organizer of this picnic:
Please don’t read this but if you do then keep your FU*KING mouths shut, unless you want to praise the author of course. Thank you, now IF you have read this far my apologies for being disrespectful, lets continue.

Life at the university comes to an end, everyone gets employed and starts over a new leaf. Professional life is far more hectic and tiring than the life at university. The only source of entertainment together were the CS Nights®© gatherings on Saturdays. One fine Saturday perhaps at an eat-out, someone suggested the idea of having a picnic. When it comes to mere point-less discussions *a.k.a. Muun kai fires OR batein ch**na* no one can beat us. We can spend hours and hours, laughing at each other, mocking, jeering, regardless that we might hurt someone’s feelings, after that we do offer our sincerest apologies (which even hurt more), at least, Fahad Wali does that, always (goes to show that either he is TOO good or he wants to hurt the most, and we all know what of these two he wants)*Sigh!*. We take turns; everyone gets laughed upon, so that no one gets offended, this ensures the tight bond we have amongst each other, and is the reason of the attendance at the gathering. One who gets ridiculed this week comes next week with plans to ensure that at least one of the laughers get laughed upon this time. This takes week long research, plotting, planning, which we all do, gladly.

Ok, back to the last picnic. Don’t remember exactly but at least two weeks of discussion must have taken place for a picnic such as this to be planned. Like always we were as lost as a herd of cattle roaming the main roads of Karachi chewing on garbage. No one had an idea of where to go, until Zeeshan Ghazi, the Gay, the Savior, stepped forward. He bore the responsibility of arranging the picnic for the band of brothers. We all were thankful to him and still are, maybe. News came in that the farm was at a hill-side with a lake view, but this was ridiculed, later it turned out that it did existed on a hill (was a few feet higher than the ground level). The event started on a bad note with late arrivals (Haseeb won this race; he was like hours late and even had to run after the truck). This was not the last thing to have happened; the most exciting thing was that no one and I mean no one knew the way to the location. We looped around on the Main Super Highway, which was fun. Got lost (that you all must know by now), took wrong turns but on every nook and corner where we stopped for directions one person made sure he got off and had a good look at that place, correct, the Restless. He was so excited that he even jumped into mud and almost lost his slipper. Some more radicals (lead by sD) took to the roof of the truck. Correct again! A truck has no roof, well it has a little bit (over the driver’s seat) and he used it to sit on. Two or three were in the vent, as watch-outs. I guess this is why it is said too many cooks spoil the broth. At last, the team reached the farm house (of course lead by the caretaker, who was called upon after we had enough of lost-liness). Well we got there, went in, had fun, came home. The End. The people who had sympathies with the organizer, read the caution still read on, you are done here, good-bye.

Now there, the remaining people who still want to read, I will use graphics to depict the fiasco. Firstly I would like to introduce you to the mugger, Zeeshan.

A little pictographic view of our trip to the highway;

and a map of the farm house.

Now you all must have seen the images. Alas! What else left to say. We got there and instinctively went to the pool, D-shaped and lit, gloomily though and no covers over it. A few went to inspect the field, came back, shocked. Silence, people were walking quietly as if in a funeral procession. What is this place? Where are we? How much did I paid for this? All were thinking the same questions except Fahad Wali who was thinking “Kis ki loon?”. We went in to the room, a clean little one with a couple of sofas and a single bed, the chairs were good enough. So we decided to the best possible thing at our earliest, eat. Dinner was good and after that people ran off to the pool, to have a splash. A few went to the field to have a football match; both parties were not very pleased. The pool people; splash into the water, thud struck the bed. Wtf?!? The pool was deep enough for even The Bird to stand in it easily. They moved all around it to see if even anyone of the two corners available was deep. No Luck. The field people; run, run, run. Puff! Puff! Puff! Hey you guys down there, how you doing? The field was in a slope, which made it a hell of job to play football. The team having the goal down slope got scored every time and the team having the goal at the top, well, half the men fell in getting up there. 15 – 20 minutes of play and the guys were done. Back to the pool, which was heavily guarded. High voltage wires stuck out from the ground like cobras guarding some holy treasure in an Indiana Jones movie. Anyways splash, splash, the remaining ones went in. Water always manages to bring smiles to the karachiites, no matter what amount of it they get. When fun was about to start, hell broke loose, our biggest and all time rival K.E.S.C intervened in the simple and happy life at the farm house. Darkness surrounded us, we went out of power, we waited, for a few minutes, nothing happened, it was a bright night with an almost full moon, so visibility was restored in a few minutes. The caretaker returned to check on us, we asked him if there was a generator to get the lights back on, and he said the weirdest thing. “Bhai sahib generator tou hai, per petrol hai app kai pass?” No one knew that we had to bring petrol incase lights went out. So we decided to play in the moon-light, instead. Most of the gays, I meant the guys started a new game; “The Suspicious Train”. The idea was simple, see an empty engine (a “straight person” not willing to board over another engine), and get your wagon on. Surprisingly except a few all were trying to be wagons, weird (proves my apprehensions regarding the first picnic were some what correct). This was continued till one of the guys (most probably Jaws) yelled, “abay yaar! Pani sai bahar jao tou kharish ho rahi hai/ chub raha hai!!!”. Stunned by this new revelation the boys settled down. Then some water expert (Zeeshan Ghazi) analyzed the water of the pool and said “Abay is mein tou tyt wala chlorine para hai!!! Sahi lagain gai sab kai bahar nikal kar, ahahahahahahaha!”. Now the pool wasn’t safe either. One by one everyone got out of the pool. We kept talking to pass the time which was moving at a snail’s pace. The Restless had come up with another wild idea of having a Gaming session after the picnic, and his restlessness had caught up with the nothingness in the air and everyone agreed. A very wrong decision that was proved afterwards (read the blog entry: ‘Scorpionzz diaries - by GecKo’ on Sunday, September 2, 2007). The power was resumed, but now no one wanted to get into the pool as no one wanted to get skin-burn under the sun which was predicted by someone. Some reclined to playing cards and a few started a controversial discussion, which lead on to the morning. Now a few (surprisingly including me) spent hours lying useless doing nothing (and I am being told this picnic wasn’t bad! HUH!). Dawn arrived, me and the Russian started a little cricket match alongwith Chunnu. Soon everyone came in to join and a tournament started. Me, Russian and Jaws were in the same team like on many other occasions (Jaws apparently dissed said: “Abay aik tou yeh mujhay paat nahi kyun lai laita hai hamesha!!”). Unexpectedly we did reached the finals but lost there. An accident occurred when Zeeshan Ghazi was pushed into the water (I don’t exactly remember by whom either by Sameer or Khurram) along with his mobile phone which almost got ruined. We had breakfast and had tea (thanks for that Zeeshan!). Since the pool had no covers no one dared to get in. a few people retreated for a nap and the others continued with the cards. I, not surprisingly, once again had nothing to do. My! My! Did I have some fun there! If this wasn’t enough we ran out of drinking water, the whole lot of it. Thirsty, bored we sat, had a photo session, which did not have the Habitual Offender (who is famous for being in every picture taken on a gathering, even if you are looking at a picture of a crab on the beach and there is a shadow that would be him, Khurram! The photo-king! :D) as he had gone to have a nap, and only when the pictures were shared did he come to know that there were picture taken which did not included him, and he blames me for that to date as I was the person who took the photographs. Around 12, the truck returned to take us back. Here this picnic ended but the bad luck didn’t left us until hours later, the gaming was the worst thing to happen that day, but perhaps the Restless knew his CS days were about to be over so he made sure that CS was played on each and every possible opportunity.

That was the last picnic we had; another one is being planned currently at Cape-mount beach, on Saturday 24^th May 2007. Lets see what becomes of it. Well, truly, I don’t blame Zeeshan (the Gay) for the “Farm-house on the Hill” fiasco, and I some what do blame him for that. Unless you don’t know about somewhere don’t claim it is good (which I remember Zeeshan did saying that he had seen the pictures and it looked good). I know a few people and Fahad Wali (he is not people) think that unless I don’t do something myself I don’t blame anyone for doing it wrong. But the thing is I don’t do something, which I can’t do well. I can’t give you guys a good picnic so I don’t try even getting one. But I can write, not for you, not for someone else, but for myself, so I will write, because this is what I like to do.

This last paragraph, and this whole blog I dedicate to Zeeshan Ghazi, not because I was intimated by some one but because I feel like doing so and know that without Zeeshan Ghazi we won’t have anything to eat at picnics, which is very vital. Thank you Zeeshan, for being there, as a fellow, and as a cook, and I must a very good one for a cook. You have taken out time from your own activities to prepare tea and food for us (literally I feel like a Jerk, a Moron, while writing this, but I feel this so I write this). Your presence is (though not very enjoyable with all the bullshits you keep on doing) important and dear to us. Thank you once again for being with us.

Take Care everyone, Ciao.