For the Love of … Motorcycles?

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February 22, 2019

Oooooh… I wish I had a TANK !

Nothing … and I mean nothing … irritates me as much as the motorcycle riders in #Karachi.

As my father loves saying, correctly, “five fingers of your hand are not the same” – likewise I don’t expect all drivers to be the same nor to drive as his/her co-driver does.  But there must be some basis for uniformity, safety and correct driving.

We all have an obligation to one another to drive rationally, safely and within the law (as I believe I do) – and that’s where our bikers fail miserably.

Not following the rules of the road is one thing but crass, irresponsible driving is what they excel in- weaving between lanes, “cruising” in the fast lane, overtaking on the wrong side and not having adequate safety, especially with a family on board, are but a snapshot of my case against them.

…and when there’s an accident because of his mistake, it’ll never be the biker’s “fault”!  Then the bystanders are all around you, other motorcyclists bay for their pound of flesh like rabid dogs and the biker suddenly believes he’s the hero – and we car drivers don’t stand a chance in the moral court of public opinion ☹.

What’s the solution- DRIVE A FRIGGIN’ TANK and then ask the bikers to play chicken!

Mind you, not everyone is like this- there are exceptions and I thank them for driving correctly, smartly and safely.

Oooooh… I wish I had a TANK !

 

(image courtesy of Maxine.com, Hallmark LIcencing & Crabby Road – https://www.google.com/search?q=aunty+acid+on+motorcycle&tbm=isch&source=iu&ictx=1&fir=ry7D8BbK2kyhWM%253A%252CO8ObeD4Tm2UEzM%252C_&usg=AI4_-kRLJFdjhkjgZQ_I7Md3IccJSgsr_g&sa=X&ved=2ahUKEwiJidTo-dXgAhXlpYsKHZX-AfMQ9QEwAHoECAUQBA&biw=1422&bih=652#imgrc=ry7D8BbK2kyhWM:)

 

WHO wants to be a … POLITICIAN !?

February 8, 2019

I think you, not only, need to have some “balls” (pardon my French please!) but you can’t get emotional.

Let’s see-

Definitely, you should be able to take & accept criticism.  You would need to accept changes to your “grandiose” ideas and possibly “idealistic” thinking, which may have brought you into this field in the first place.

You need to have a Rhino’s “hide”!  We mortals can’t be public representatives.

Your family life is absolutely exposed!  Your every action, words (and thoughts!) are at the mercy of the public – you can’t hide behind “having a private life”!  Oh no, sireee bob!

You should be able to manage people & meetings (boy, will you have plenty of those!) and be willing to accept conflicting viewpoints & opinions (naturally, the buck stops with you so you have to make the final call).

You will be in 24/7 crisis mode !

You should be able to hold your own in the face of the media, the public, your own colleagues – let alone the opposition.

What other qualities does one need to be a public representative?

I could never be a politician or a public representative… I’m too emotional.  Could you???

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Blast from the Past- “The Good Ol’ Days”

February 1, 2019

Everyone talks of “them good ol’ days” (yankee accent please 😊) … and I really believe they were!

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We were too young to enjoy those days in the ‘70s but I remember talks of cabarets in Karachi, international flights (with layover crew), bars, discos … basically Karachi was just another big, cosmopolitan & accepted city.

Our Beach Luxury Hotel used to be one of the hotels which annually hosted the December 31st New Year Eve dinner & bash.  My parents talked of performers like The Talismen band (Norman is still going strong – good for Norman!), Conchita with Soc Penalosa & his Filipino quartet, Maria Angelica, Rita Elen, The Broadway Sisters and many many more international performers especially flown in just for that one night.

Besides New Year’s eve dinners, there were regular shows through the year – and all “black tie”, formal affairs- where the women dressed up in their finest and the men in their tux’s, sporting cigars.

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Once my brother and I tried to peek in between the drawn curtains only to be shoo’d away by an extremely energetic Maitre’D.

Pace of life was slower (you weren’t a corporate slave as now), you enjoyed the company of others (not your cell phone), people drank because their enjoyed their drink (not with the sole purpose to get drunk), they had the time to meet, socialize and network because they wanted to (not because they had to) & love was free and uninhibited …

Mind you, there are advantages of living in our era too but I think growing up in the ’50s-70s had it’s own magic – don’t you?

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