As you may know, it rained for about 8 days non stop in Islamabad. But the amazing part of this city is that even less than 8 hours later no one can say that it had rained cats and dogs here.
Khair anyways, it was the 6 of us from the hostel headed for the F10 markaz to eato something. We walked our way since it was no use to wait for the wagon (6 wouldn’t have fit in a cab and taking 2 cabs was not feasible). It wasn’t raining at that time, but it had rained before that and it rained after that.
If you don’t know, herds of pigs often make public appearances here and most of the time, they mean business. Last time i saw a group on the same path that we had taken for F10. On this very route there are some areas on both sides of the road where they were known lo live. Well to be honest, no one was really comfortable walking the track and even the slightest sound from the bushes took out attention but Umair was the one who was most uneasy.
Mischief came into Ashar's and my mind when I waited for him on the road as he tied his shoelaces. The others by then had walked a few yards ahead.
Then we did it...... Both of us sprinted and rushed passed the others trying to shout "BHAGO!!" in a fainted tone. I could see the others following from the corner of my eye but me and Ashar couldn’t hold long before bursting into laughter. I was told later that Umair was like blanked up for a while until he was told what had happened.
Despite of the cold, most of us had milkshakes and rest preferred to have burgers. We sat there for some time before the 3 of us expressed the interest of walking back home. Umair was like "pagal ho tum log".
Khair Sachal, Samid and Me walked back talking about nothing and deciding that such an event should be made at least monthly if not bi-weekly with all 3 sure that I wont happen
Somehow it seemed that the way back was shorter......... I wonder why.
