While coming back from the deafening noisy independence (read: horror) show of mall road with my friends, I saw a telephone booth with its receiver hanging down. I put it on cradle again. Everybody laughed (can’t figure out why) and one said, ‘you showed that you’re an Islamabadian’. Take that! I was swept completely off my feet. I felt like pointing my middle finger, frankly. :~/

My question: Leaving everything mismanaged or chaotic at best is being Lahori? Or what?