R O N I Nammar yasir’s personal blog

Few years ago I went to this party, it was one of those Bar b Que seasons when we karachiites lit fire in our basements, house roofs, gardens and try to roast something which tastes like rubber. Rubber? Well its meat originally but wanna be cooks like us end up with a dish which tastes like roasted rubber

Long story short, all the boys and girls were sitting around a born-fire trying to have some pseudo intellectual chit chat, a girl who was sitting besides me and to whom I was barely introduced minutes ago; started sharing her experience. Every one else felt silent to her British accent as in she was actually saying something important.

The gurl: You know I went to this cricket match, and this unknown guy ‘Grabbed my ass!’

Every soul in the party went dead silent. Even the RJ stopped the music to inquire what actually happened. I thought I misheard her or something, but looking at other shocked faces it was quite evident that they heard the same words coming out of the lady’s mouth. I asked my friend;

‘are we playing truth or dare?’

He shook his head in disapproval. Somebody in the audience said; ‘come again?’

The gurl: ‘This guy measured my ass, and then grabbed it!’

“Are you sure we are not playing truth or dare? Because I am not going to eat any bug or something! :P”, I questioned my friend again.

When I turned back to the lady, she was going on with fairy tale

‘.. then I punched the guy right between his eyes and after some seconds his whole face was covered in blood, I guess I broke his nose off!’

Me: ‘wow!’ :O

The gurl: “I was beating the shit out of him, he didn’t know I am yellow belt. The police came to that cheap bastard’s rescue and asked me to step aside.”

Me: ‘wow!’ :O

Some sissy guy in the audience spoke; ‘that was really brave of you! I just hate when men fall to such height’

Everyone, especially the girls were looking at the girl with such stimulation and encouragement. But I for obvious reasons couldn’t come out of the shocking revelation. One friend of mine voiced;

‘Hey ammar you look petrified’

I joked; ‘what happened to the harmless generation of girls that used heels and sandals as a weapon? Now we have wanna be Uma therman, Lucy liu and Angelina Jolie fans that can break bones and beat a shit out of guys.’

The gurl: ‘don’t worry I wont harm you ’

Me: ‘Yeah! Rite!’

In my heart I was inquiring myself that how on God’s green earth I ended up sitting besides her? I had this gut feeling that there was something wrong with her. Or why she would make such a provocative revelation in the audience of unknown? Probably she cooked the whole story up, if not then its better that I kept my distance away from her or I might accidentally end up wounded

While I was planning to swap seats with any eager participant I realized she gathered quite an audience. And she continued to tell amazing (weird) tales about her self.

“You know I have two pet tigers and one pet cobra snake.”

The audience: “wow ”

I knew there was something wrong with her

The story is kind a hilarious no doubt but it’s wrapped in an unnoticed social dilemma. There was a time when we used to take our tiniest of the embarrassing secrets to grave. Those secrets didn’t involve murder, drug problem or something but little embarrassing events that were if left untold. But what I have personally noticed that we have little or no problems telling the strange world some real personal details.

Its like a fashion to talk about the tabooed stuff. We opt not to talk about religion, politics, poverty or even health. But when it comes to big embarrassing anecdotes; there is little or no shame to tell the strangers you met minutes ago.

Now as you are aware that I blog on few of the other blog-sites as well besides ronin, and for some months one of the bloggers caught my attention thanks to her shocking titles. Now these title help her getting many hits. But the matter inside these articles are always quite ordinary. It surely gave that Awam Akhabar type of message. Few days ago she blogged about a similar experience when some guy outside a posh shopping mall pinched her sisters budd and ran away. Needless to say; 26 comments and 2000 something hits. As for the story, it seemed tobe fictional or cooked up to me!

Now I don’t have problems if people come up with issues concerning women, society or the world. But there is a way to express everything. If a serious writer going to write about prostitution he will not tell the world how sexy the ladies were. But how horrible is for them to join this indecent profession as there is no one to help them out of it. But I am witnessing writers/bloggers selling these tabooed issues in the name serious journalism and ending up with an erotic tale. I am nobody to judge but this behavior surely tells that our society besides other errors have a serious attention hunger problem. Some of us can go to any limit to get attention from strangers. This is really sad. I am no expert in this but I am sure this kind of social disorder does exist and there must be a cure to it as well.

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