A True Story

Looked like a carry on movie...To be continued

Looks like a carry on movie to me...

Moral of the day.....To be continued

hey rozaiba!
id love that... maybe it could be continued as a `chain article`. then id be like- more hilarious!:P

THE sobia:P

...hilarious end of the frogs... i hope frogs donot represent the frenchies??

tahmed: now that is what has made you into what you are...all those hits on the head and body parts..hor chupo ganderian ;)

Sobia:
``But she soon gets to know him after about 5 years of their marriage.....``
Does it take 5 years for a wife to ``know`` her husband (in a biblical sense) and discover that he is not man enough?:-)
Enjoyed your story...must be more where it came from.

lol @ pagalInsaan!

no, stuka, that`s me - the real sobia ;)

Hey..really cool. So you;re the same person from unplugged?

tahmed32 #19, its ME who rejected cricket, because although too late, I finally did get to know no matter how good I`ll play, I`ll always be the `chosen worse` :D
My game would automatically improve infront of female audience. I wonder if it`s a subconcious effect of reading too much Shafeequr Rehman :)

#18:

you mean two too many;)

PagalInsaan #8 Join the club of cricket rejects. Finally I found the solution to making a century: I enticed a kid half my size to play, with him being the bowler and myself the batsman. I had the poor chap bowling and fielding and bowling and fielding and bowling and fielding...until late evening when I had finally gotten my century.
Moral: It doesnt matter how bad you are - you just have to select someone even worse than you.

And then there was the time I was watching the ladies on the pavilion when I should have been fielding. And got hit on the arm really hard by a ball I should have caught. And then there was the time I was watching the ladies on the side (this time I was playing soccer aka football) when I was near the enemy goal, and got hit on the head by the ball and it went into the goal. And there was the time...

Yes sir...Those were the days. Now I only watch the ladies as they cross the road in front of me while I am supposed to be waiting for the red light to turn to green...

And time to reveal my real name on chowk... which is.. SOBIA!

:P

humph. too many sobias in this place! :|

bas theek hay. Writing style is mature +1 point. Holds readers attention +1 point. Reader can relate to it +1 point. The thought process of the characters is not described well -1 point.

A speedy delivery here with a malicious spin to it.

A full toss to CHOWK readers from sobia.


Ras

Further to my post at # 4, I think that frogs must have fared very well, considering the prowess of Pakistani batsmen of hitting with a bat. That is, if they were able to catch the frogs in the first place. Considering their fielding, I doubt that they were able to catch any ;)

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hey namesake! funny article...enjoyed it!

sobia,
i really enjoy it.it`s true story of many dinning rooms.

i enjoyed it.it``s almost story of every dinning room.

Sobia

I am at times envious of a house wife`s job.

Free boarding and lodging for life time. No office tensions, no job securuty problems, no responsibility for making a living.

With such perks, `Kaali Kaloti` once in while is ok.

Poor moi couldn`t even find asylem in Cricket! I was the third of the three and the youngest. The eldest would take the bat and toss the ball to his younger partner. I`d come running behind them, ``And me?``. ``You do the fillding!`` Then they`d throw the ball all over the park and I`d have to run and pick it up.

I had the chance to play a match for my city Multan in an under-19 tournament. I did pretty well with the bat, and my captain exclaimed it was surprising, because he was only playing me as a point fielder. Since then I decided that I`ll never play professional cricket again!

Funny as anything - good job!

In our day, they merely shot frogs out of the water with chharey wali bandooq. Now they play cricket with them. Once the housewife finds out how much fun frogs can be, the story about what is red and green and goes at 40 miles per hour will come true in Islamabad as well. (I am sure you have all heard this joke about the red and green thing going at 40 mph, so no need to relate the whole joke. At least not on this post.)

sobia:
battered and bruised out of childhood, little inzis and afridis and youhana`s find solace in cricket?

all of a sudden, i would like to write `an extension` piece on this. do i have your permission?

lowest man on the totem pole ...

Sobia:

Hilarious, but that frog part is gruesome and gory.

Sobia:

poor frogs!

hmmm…so that is what it is…table manners or belts or both that wins the Cup these days?!…

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Interesting. :)