Pink haathis and the like

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In retrospect, that last bottle of champagne on Saturday night was a bad idea, but finding an unopened, chilled bottle of Dom in Karachi is so damn’ difficult that I simply couldn’t pass up the offer.

I did however manage to pass right the hell out.

And now I’m still not sure why I have rope burns on my wrists, nor why my underwear seems to have mysteriously gone missing, and most importantly, why I’m trapped in a room without any minimalist furniture, wall-decorations other than a Mr. Kabaddi 2004 calendar, and a laptop perched on what seems to be a vertically placed dhol.

Ah yes. I wondered what the Mutineers were doing at that party over at the Sind Club, but oddly enough at the time, I was too busy shaking my groove thang with Anna and marvelling at her ability to inhale Black & Coke by the litre to really pay attention to the ropes and chains that Vinod was trying (with a fair amount of success, mind you) to hide behind his back. I suppose the words “You know, we’ve never had a gay Pakistani on SM yet” should have been a marginal clue as to the direction the evening was going to take, but at the time it just seemed like such an innocent, simple expression of fact.

And now I’m trapped in a sparsely under-decorated room with absolutely no Aveda products of any kind, and I don’t even know the mailing address for this place, otherwise I’d have re-decorated the entire bunker by now. Which is probably for the best now that I think about it.

On the plus side, I think I see the t-shirt Ex-Intern Neel was wearing lying on the floor, so there may yet be hope for this location.

30 thoughts on “Pink haathis and the like”

  2. no aveda products!!! i would never be able to live without my rosemary mint aveda shampoo and conditioner. oh the things they put you guest bloggers through!

    i am looking forward to some sinister blogging.

  3. with Anna and marvelling at her ability to inhale Black & Coke by the litre

    Ah, the magic of a drinking straw (and a chocolate-milk-lined tummy)…I can inhale even MORE if it’s Gold. 😉

    As for your under-garments, I saw a lemur wearing a pair of Versace knickers a few minutes ago. Sorrrrry. They have excellent taste, the lemurs do.

  4. OH MY GOD SIN IS GUEST-BLOGGING

    !

    For the uninitiated, this man is quite possibly the greatest writer ever. And no, that is not hyperbole.

    This is sure to mean an exponential increase in visitor traffic, if only because I will now be checking SM even more frequently that I already do.

  5. …I can inhale even MORE if it’s Gold. 😉

    aint that the truth 🙂 I thought I was the only one! A mate of mine missed their flight to Aus because of that lethal combo…

    Welcome Sin, love your writing too, and from Aveda to the Hot Intern your taste def adds to the mix of my SM fix. Hope the sins posted about are more than minor

  7. Haven’t laughed so much in ages… isn’t “gay” coupled with “Pakistani” an oxymoron?

  8. Which school are you from in Karachi ? (so I can classify your social status and see if you’re worthy of my attention, in typical Karachite fashion of course)

  9. welcome senor, I have read your blog and you are hilarious. This is the best investment from SM point of view.

    I can inhale even MORE if it’s Gold. 😉

    Black, Gold, Blue…bring it on. Although Red gives me headache the next day.

  17. Â…and we thought it would only go downhill after the election. Salutation Sin, welcome to our sepia toned world.

  19. I lurve your blog. Can’t believe I didn’t notice it before. I’m reeely excited for this 🙂

  23. Welcome Sin. And don’t spare the details when it comes to hillarious episodes of your current stay in Karachi.

  24. Shri Venial Singh

    Congratulations on infiltrating Pakistan, Agent Sin. You are a brave man of honour for pretending to be Abrahamic Sexualhomo as plot to destroy Pakistan and ISI from grassroots colon level thus weakening enema enemy of Assertive Nation. Excellent cover by using ISI front organisation Sepia Mutiny run by Khalistanis to double cross them into thinking you are real. Be careful Sanjay. I miss you already. And so does our pink bedroom.

    Jai Hind!

    Hail Judy Garland Mogambo!

  25. Please, may we add the word “right-wing” to your other two labels just to spice things up? Looking forward to listening and learning about life from your point of blog.