My Fascination With The Bottle

Going by the story here, he needed a Jerry can not just a bottle!
Unfortunately, only a Pakistani would associate bottle with such a horrendous task. No right minded person would like to keep a bottle for the purpose. Remember the bottle neck…often it is too small for an average guy, may be good for a south Indian... I would rather keep a jerry can at least I can twist out of that.
Bottle is for real purpose. damn the color...

Haha! the title was really misleading, but after reading the article it gets new meaning. Nice way to present the issue. Sometimes civilization makes life miserable instead of adding quality to it and one wishes to return to old days when we live in caves.

Great peace khamkhwa!

Have you seen Johny Lever struggling with the same situation in ``Kaho Na Payaar Hai``.

Since then I have started calling it ``Johny Lever Syndrome``

Soulat can`t think of even pissing without inserting!!

Excellent writeup, but initially I thought from the title that this was about a confession from alcoholic anonymous. Should have seen the message in a the bottle. So its not just emotions that you keep bottled up. Did you drive in a Susuki btw?

what happened to the other essay you submitted ``My life as Toronto`s leading Pakistani she-male``??

...thanks folks for reading the garbage...but that is chowk for you...;)

as is customary, lemme thank those who thought it was AA...;)
.... please donot judge a woman by her dress...OR...do not judge a book by the cover...

ozerkahlid...as mevlana said...

``Come, come again, whoever you are, come!
Heathen, fire worshipper or idolatrous, come!
Come even if you broke your penitence a hundred times,
Ours is the portal of hope, come as you are.``

nhk,raka,veeru dada, temporal, miriamk, rozaiba, twintopaz,fnahmed,nadiazehra,dr.lokraj,subroto and urstruly...many thanks... himmat afzayee ka shukria...

and last but not the least soulat and ali...
soulat...nishana sahi hona chahiye...even an ass can do it...;)
ali...they preferred your`s...;)

Only a title with a batli in it can entice me to read an F P article these days..good job khamkhwa, everyone has been in similar situations, so it touched a nerve :-). The initial para reminded me of a ghulam abbas story, though it had nothing to do with peeing, but it was about a moulvi sahib with a batli in cold weather. I forget the name of the story.

Hehe, quite an entertaining read khammy, good job!
Te jee aayaN nuu serkaar :)
You made the trajic old memories of my first ever visit to Pak`s favourite hill-station `Murree` reprsie :(. A whole night without relieving, at temperatures in excess of -10C, with all the public `flush-system` bait-ul-khalaa`s locked up, and half of Punjab squeezeed into the same lil` hill top to enjoy the season`s last snowfall predicted, and no room to be found on account of late-evening turn up. Do i need to say more?
Keep more coming....the articles i mean, not the bottles ;)

#6 Raka ji, paTeela tau chhalak uthTa hai zara se hichkolay se! (yukhhhh) ;)

#19 [Soulat can`t think of even pissing without inserting!!] ...lol..good one Dr saab!

Khams,

Hmmm....no ops for leaving profound verse in the snow? ;)

Got to tell you that I have never read anything like this before. So that in itself is a compliment!

Very nicely written! When a man`s gotta go, he`s gotta go.

Reminds me of that dark december night when I was stranded on the border between Bulgaria and Romania, and the gusts of winds blowing the snow everywhere. With the fear of what was to come hanging on my head, I still found solace in the one freedom I had at that time - freedom to pee. So with the howling winds against my back (a wise decision), I emptied my bladder in a heap of snow.

Two winters have come and gone since then. But somewhere in that little windswept town of Rusa, Bulgaria, the earth still holds the memories (and the excrement of my bladder) from that miserable cold december night.

khammy
So,you made it on FP.This is just the beginning of a new revolutionary era in writting such mind challenging articles like this one and sepcially the bottle part of it is mind bloging to the extent that for a moment reader gets stuck with having two dozen bottles in his/her car.
Hey,you never know.

I saw your name and read this article from top to bottom.Otheriwse I don`t come to FP.
Good going,just continue it and focus more on FP,leave UP alone for NEWBIES like ME.

This is one of the worst written pieces on chowk in recent times. Khamkhwa could have made it genuinely funny if onlyhe (she?) had put in some effort.

Well sure, it`s just chowk and the irreverence is part of the fun I suppose, but isn`t there something called literary merit at all? When you see things like ``MBW`` instead of BMW and ``bowel`` instead of (hopefully) ``bladder``, you tend to worry whether the author`s sole intention was to get his/her name into print and damn the poor reader.

Urtruly`s story was funnier. This is just cheap.

must i say something! :D - say a lot!

...........and when you finally get relieved after all this torture,that is like peak experiene......nothing less than nirvana!!!!.

yaar,this makes one so nostalgic about the ``countless`` facilities in India and Pakistan!

burpinder,
this is a well written peace...it may not be best-written(I dont think khamkhwa claims this anyway)but is certainly better written than many articles on FP.
Any effort at generating some humour in todays` dry life is worth appreciation.Khamkhwa deserves to be complimented.
Technically also I dont see many flaws in it.It is able to hold reader`s interest till the end with some amusement.

Re: # 30 drlok raj
``burpinder,
this is a well written peace``

Nuff said. Moron.

Re: # 31

Re: # 30 drlok raj
``burpinder,
this is a well written peace``

Nuff said. Moron.

This is what you have learnt in your 24 years of age or this is what your parents have taught you or this is how you interact with your father as well.

Had my child talked like this to an older person, dharam naal ohda kannaaN day vichaalay sir kar dinda amiN.