My Fascination With The Bottle

Akhtar Chaudhary

Your “message in a bottle” was quite intriguing. Your uncanny ability to mesh South Asian poetry verses, mythical folklore along with religious symbolism is epic. Congrats…

Khamkhwa

(I wish I was in Pakistan at that moment where I could stop the car right on the pavement of the highway and relieve my self to my bowel’s content and the cops would have understood my situation)

I am reminded of a joke here. An expat who landed at Karachi was being driven to the home by friend. He had a strong urge to pee.

He asked his friend to stop the car to relieve himself at the roadside.

As he was was getting out, he asked his friend ``Does anyone catch here?` (Athey koi pakarda ta naeen?)

His friend answered, ``No. Here you have to catch it yourself`` (Athey aap he pakarna painda aey)

nhk

Khamkhwa,

I suggest you have an empty bottle of Mello Yello in the car. You never know when you might get too thirsty!

Re: # 3

hehehehe... not a bad idea...and go on to live 99 years too...;)

I thought this was about wild drunken nights involving all kinds of sex and debauchery when I read the title. Needless to say I was sorely dissapointed :(

bus thats the only reason I think men are superior to women...
They can go in a bottle so very easily....
we on the other hand probably need a pateela.....

I have two in my car. ulmonium and faberware kaa..
burray wuqt ka kia pata..

Khamkhwa ji, was this article published (by you?) somewhere else, too? Down to the Chinaman in the BMW, I do believe I have read it before.

Reminds me of Bangkok in the old days. And Japan too, but for different reasons.

In Bangkok, peddlers would walk from car to car stuck in the traffic jams, selling their bottles.

And in Japan, well, it was simply pee-away. Out the window too.

(And can you imagine the furore if I had written that I went to Pakistan and saw people doing it on the roadside &c &c)

This is not worth a response

Akhtar Choudhary ?? And all these years I thought it was Shakina or Hakeena or something like that...never mind.

khamkwha:

welcome to chowk main page...bring on your irreverence here and do the much needed valve job on the usual suspects:)

nazar:

:)

raka:

aap ka jawab nahin hay

veeru:

i bet you read the new yorker;)

waisay this is culled from an i-log entry...kham is too modest to point it out

rgds

t

khamkhwa batliwala jinda baad?

“laws were made to be kept rather than be broken”

nahin nahin…..you’ve got this all upside down and sideways…repeat after me:

“laws--are--made--to--be--broken…”…ji bilkul…now go back and try this again.

p.s. like che I also thought this was about “wild drunken nights involving all kinds of sex and debauchery”…khair…chalay ga…phir kabhi sahee.

:)
miriam

Reminds me of a short story by Krishan Chandar, where the main character, who is also the narrator, wins Rs. 25000 in a bet or a casino, he hires a taxi and finds himself in the same situation. He asks the taxi driver to stop taxi at various places in Bombay, but no one lets him relieve anywhere. Finally, he sees an empty plot and goes there but he finds the owner of the plot sitting there, who refuses to allow him to go. Finally he buys the plot for Rs. 25K and relieves himself.

once me a few friends were on a cliff on route to lake tahoe. traffic jam miles down the mountain sides. had to go. took courage and pissed over the cliff with back to the traffic. some angry truck drivers blared their horns.

Khamey..i didn`t know one only needs a set of balls to get his article published on FP

;)

Hahahaa khamkhwa ...Very Prolific and Profound...
I thought you would be writing about cherrishing moments with bottle (aab-e-tahoor).
But it was more revealing.

As Ghalib said:

Tere Piyar mai.n Yu.n Dukhi hai Ghalib....................
Keh Ansoo bhi nikaltey hai.n Rastey badal badal kar.