of cars and blasts

bomb blasts in karachi. :\ Say a little prayer for our wrecked and wrecking souls.

This really puts into perspective what i was originally gonna talk (whine) about – those annoying roadside car mechanics roaming the streets of Lahore looking for unsuspecting brokendown pray. I’ve run into them liberty, at sherpao bridge, and God knows where else. They carry a dirty little bag full of questionable tools and secondhand spare parts that they will later pretend are completely innocently brand new. They pop out of thin air when you’re in trouble, and you keep hoping against hope that maybe THIS one will be an honest, Godfearing man. But you’re never gonna be in luck. They tinkle around your car bonnet, emerge with a hallelujah, brandishing a guilty-looking supposedly malfunctioning spare part, and spurt out very pakki punjabi at you while you look on helplessly, in much awe at such slick skill. The car miraculously recovers from the hissy fit it was throwing before the chance encounter, and you widen your face in a heat-induced, ‘lets-get-out-of-here’ grin, and pay up after haggling to the best of your abilities. Both you and the mild-mannered, happy-go-lucky man go merrily down your own paths.

And the car breaks down in exactly the same way about ten minutes later.

2 Comments so far

  1. Darwaish (unregistered) on September 9th, 2005 @ 4:45 pm

    honest… haha :)..
    vaisey after years of having similar experiences i finally found one.. a christian mechanic.. near mac gulberg ..try ur luck there.. who i think is honest but then again , i am not very good in judging ppl :)


  2. maleeha (unregistered) on September 9th, 2005 @ 11:23 pm

    uff and they thug money from you like nobody’s business! One guy charged me a hundred bucks just for ‘jumping’ my battery! A hundred bucks! That one’s near mini market, right next to Zouk. I was so busy drawing up similarities between him and johnny depp I didn’t realize what a little S.O.B. he really was! And soon as I turned my engine off to check if his quick-fix had actually worked, the grin on his face disappeared. Because of course the car wouldn’t start again. And he fixed THAT in two minutes flat the second time around, because he was really just making a fuss to get extra money the first time he ‘fixed’ my car. Hrmph.



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