MY STATE OF EXISTENCE

Life...That's just it. It's happening all around me and it fascinates me. Life can and does beat the shit out of me but surviving that is what life is about. And this blog is about me, someone who doesn't fit any stereotype or label. There are alot of labels I posess Pakistani, Muslim, Young, Gay, Student but I don't want to fit in some pre-conceived notion of those labels. I maintain my individuality and this blog is the affirmation of my uniqueness.

Thursday, March 02, 2006

BRUCE GETS ARRESTED!

Hmm with the flahbacks of my 'troubled past,' I should break the montony and fast-forward in to my present 'sweet' days. Some days ago I attended one of those celebrity-packed cool Lahori parties. It was just the typical stuff: Cool dance floor; hot chicks and a majority of stupid boring men with some sexy ones thrown in; booze; munchies; lots of rich shallow people--you know, the usual stuff. Anyway what ever happened in the party isn't that important (I just danced, socialised, ate and drank), it was what happened later that is interesting.

It was late at night and me and my friends were driving back home. We were all high, except the designated driver. NEVER DRINK AND DRIVE! Then some cops stopped us and asked us to come outside the car. *gulp*

The cops asked our names and where we were coming from and made sure to stand really close to us so as to smell our breath. "You have been drinking!" The cop exclaimed triumphantly after getting a whiff of alcohol from my breath.

"Tsk tsk. Itne raat ko aur woh bhi larkiyon ke saath aap log kia kar rahe the?"
Translation: "What were you guys doing at this late hour and that too with girls?"

There were two female friends of ours who had gone to the party as well. We were all very worried about them because its harder for girls to be in such a sitution. I was worried that these fucking cops might take advantage of these 'bad' drunk party girls. So we all tried to ask the cops to spare the girls so that we could leave them at their homes and then they can talk with us later. Fortunately the cops let the girls drive away leaving us to the police-wallahs.

Ok so the routine of the police was like this:
One was the 'bad' cop who scared and threatened us. "We will inform your university and your whole career will be ruined. We will inform your parents. We are going to lock you up! Your name will be in the newspapers!"

We got so scared and it was really traumatic. They were about to take us to the lock-up!

Another was the 'good' cop, "Bache (child) you are all so young (there were four of us)we don't want to ruin your lives. You have to learn a lesson that these are bad habits. See 'these type' of girls have ruined many innocent 'bache' (blame the girls!!!). Alcohol and parties are immoral." And stupid sermons and advices like these. There was a lot of self-righteous sanctimonious shit; it made me think that these cops were really concerned about religion and morals.

After some time they got tired of their sermons and forgot invoking God and religion in everything to bring us to the 'right' path, the bastards got to the point: BRIBE!

And while taking all our cash, they informed us that they were hoping that we had learned our lesson and will not indulge in 'immoral activities' again! Yes dear old police man I sure learned my lesson and I hope you will enjoy the bribe money and boy, am I impressed by your honesty and morality!

The next day I went to another party and made it a point to drink even more than I usually do. FUCK YOU!

I won't feel guilty no matter what they're telling me;
I wont feel dirty, and buy in to their misery; [..]
Give me a choice;
Give me a chance to turn the key and find my voice

--Garbage