As you near the end of the four years of your undergrad life and go all the way to faraway places where you friend's interview is scheduled and you are just accompanying them you realise how desperate your situation has become and that you really are clueless about your future.
So here we are, getting together at IBA, calling an UBER only to get stuck in a strike where people are burning tires and closing roads because your driver took a wrong turn (because apparently, he was out of the country for two years). But can we just all take a moment and think about how responsible Pakistani people are that the same people burning tires and closing off roads started managing the traffic when an ambulance got stuck in the traffic jam.
And some others who were not a part of the strike but were getting disturbed by it actually suggesting better places to conduct the strike...
#momentofsilence
#awkwardmoment?
So finally we make it to the organization in Khayaban e Bukhari, Defence. Let's not talk about the faux elite level of the organization and let's talk about the cafe right in front of it.
Grotto Cafe.
We are parched so we make our way into the cafe after the interview and the menu was there to reinforce the article that got really hit a few months back about the other side of the bridge.
It hit us really hard.
The fresh lime quite literally 2 lemons and a can of 7up for Rs 175.
(7up which costs Rs50
And 0.25kg lemon which my parents bought for Rs 20 the other day)
The Diaquiri which was in the slimmest glass ever which had strawberry and leechee mixed was Rs250.
(Ok I liked the taste so I'll let it go)
But then as the normal body functioning is, it started screaming for a restroom.
And as we wait for the bill to arrive I ask for the restroom which he signals to the end of the cafe which is literally right in front of a group of loud high school kids out during school timing there to make use of their abba ka credit card (Daddy's credit card).
So I go inside the washroom which is like one toilet with one commode and a TOILET ROLL.
Why is this all in capitals? Well because I am intelligent enough to check the water supply in the Muslim shower before using the toilet and apparently there was no water.
And they didn't bother to have the water because 'Probably they think the defence people are elite enough to not care about the water and do their stuff with Toilet roll. Well, that not me brother. I am from this side of the bridge.
So I go out calmly and ask about the water and they go like, 'Oh Yes there is no water but we can offer you mineral water (Aquafina) to do your thing.'
Umm No Thank you, sir. Not that desperate I'll just use the loo at the dearest IBA.
So here we are, getting together at IBA, calling an UBER only to get stuck in a strike where people are burning tires and closing roads because your driver took a wrong turn (because apparently, he was out of the country for two years). But can we just all take a moment and think about how responsible Pakistani people are that the same people burning tires and closing off roads started managing the traffic when an ambulance got stuck in the traffic jam.
And some others who were not a part of the strike but were getting disturbed by it actually suggesting better places to conduct the strike...
#momentofsilence
#awkwardmoment?
So finally we make it to the organization in Khayaban e Bukhari, Defence. Let's not talk about the faux elite level of the organization and let's talk about the cafe right in front of it.
Grotto Cafe.
We are parched so we make our way into the cafe after the interview and the menu was there to reinforce the article that got really hit a few months back about the other side of the bridge.
It hit us really hard.
The fresh lime quite literally 2 lemons and a can of 7up for Rs 175.
(7up which costs Rs50
And 0.25kg lemon which my parents bought for Rs 20 the other day)
The Diaquiri which was in the slimmest glass ever which had strawberry and leechee mixed was Rs250.
(Ok I liked the taste so I'll let it go)
But then as the normal body functioning is, it started screaming for a restroom.
And as we wait for the bill to arrive I ask for the restroom which he signals to the end of the cafe which is literally right in front of a group of loud high school kids out during school timing there to make use of their abba ka credit card (Daddy's credit card).
So I go inside the washroom which is like one toilet with one commode and a TOILET ROLL.
Why is this all in capitals? Well because I am intelligent enough to check the water supply in the Muslim shower before using the toilet and apparently there was no water.
And they didn't bother to have the water because 'Probably they think the defence people are elite enough to not care about the water and do their stuff with Toilet roll. Well, that not me brother. I am from this side of the bridge.
So I go out calmly and ask about the water and they go like, 'Oh Yes there is no water but we can offer you mineral water (Aquafina) to do your thing.'
Umm No Thank you, sir. Not that desperate I'll just use the loo at the dearest IBA.
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