You know you're from lahore when....

> >- The first 15 channels on your cable are dedicated to stage show mujras ,
> >next 15 are of Indian movies.
> >
> >- The morning rush hour is from 6am to 12pm. The evening rush hour is from
> >2pm to 9pm. Saturday's rush hour starts Friday morning.
> >
> >- You buy anything and everything from Al-Fatah
> >
> >- Your maassee and driver have taught you fluent Punjabi
> >
> >- Your uncivilised next door neighbour just bought a BMW because he deals
> >in
> >property
> >
> >- A really souped up Civic stops next to you and instead of a groovy
> >exhaust
> >sound, the woofers blare out an Abrar number
> >
> >- At least one of your friends is a Butt
> >
> >- The people in your local Gourmet Bakery know you by face
> >
> >- The only solution to boredom is eating out
> >
> >- All directions start with, "Go down to Main Boulevard"
> >
> >- You think it's okay to wait 5 hours in the queue for Bashir's Fish in
> >Mozang because he only opens 6 months in the year
> >
> >- You go to Shahjamal every Thursday to smoke weed with Pappu Saaeen
> >
> >- Its quite all right to run a red light if the traffic policeman doesn't
> >have a bike to chase you
> >
> >- When someone asks you ''Bhai yeh Fortress kahaan hai?'', you spread an
> >evil grin on your face and send him to Johar Town
> >
> >- If you are hungry at 3 in the morning, you go to Coffee Tea & Co in your
> >pyjamas instead of walking to your kitchen
> >
> >- Your cousins from Karachi ask you about Food Street and you say, "I went
> >there back in 2003"
> >
> >- Your winning argument about how Lahore is better than Karachi is 'Lahore
> >Lahore aey'
> >
> >- Your childhood dream of attaining higher education was to go to Aitchison
> >or Kinnaird
> >
> >- You always thank the rude shop owner because he actually let you buy
> >something from his shop
> >
> >- You know it's inevitable that you'll be challaned on Mall Road.
> >
> >- Your cousins from America ask you about malls and you're like "Yeah we
> >have Pace, but I never go there"
> >
> >- You go to the Daewoo stand more than the airport
> >


apologies for the formating

quite embarassing that we need massees and drivers to teach us our own language...

Nice!

God bless the smelly, chaotic, selfish village called Lahore. Last time I was home, I was waiting at the Main Market traffic lights on Main Boulevard one evening. Weaving between the stopped cars come not one but two 'youngesters' on bicycles pulling wheelies (they were pretty good) going straight through the intersection. I laughed out loud for a long time. The two-wheel madness I'd seen on that road before had been limited to ultra-thin heros lying flat as an arrow on CG125s to get an extra few kms of speed, or removing the back mudguards on CD70s to do wheelies that defied gravity.

I love L'ORE, but the emotion is now based more on memories than what I see today. I think it's losing its charm reeling under the uncontrolled urbanization, plaza-fication and suffocating billboarding. But that's progress for you!

P.S. I know we're damn good at bicycle, motorbike and FX800 (maut ka kuwaan, anyone) wheelies.....and now DONKEY CARTS!

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Lahore's car and plaza population is increasing exponentially. I went after 2 years and the traffic has gone beserk.

I predict a back to basics approach to counter this traffic as more and more CD70's and CG125's will further crowd the roads of Lahore.

It may sound like a very crazy idea but I hope the local government builds a much needed state of the art public transport for the Lahoris e.g. overhead trams/trains.

Knowing the Lahori's penchant for thrill and danger (see Bubbloo's post), I could see the young jiyaale...hanging off these overhead trains/trams to avoid the ticket fee.