The target was “Neel Waan”, A valley with distinctive, almost vertical, slopes on three sides. The place was also popular for ‘Aab-e-shifa’, a stream of fresh water believed to have healing powers, but PJ’s target was to trek down to the bottom. It was a difficult (atleast for 3 PJs) trek, characterized by a layer of small round rocks which made keeping one’s balance difficult and more importantly by almost vertical angle of descent. The sanity of the idea of actually trying to get to the foot of the mountain was questioned when AQPJ literally spelled out how to revive him if he goes unconscious. Taking a lot of breaks, slips, turns, and each other’s, the PJs finally reached their intended target. The view was breathtaking; the walls of the valley daunting; the water in the stream cold; and the big stone a place to rest.
PJC in Isloo
Characters (in order of appearance):
Omair Paa Jee (OPJ)
Ali Paa Jee (APJ)
Imran Paa Jee (IPJ)
Ahsan Paa Jee (AQPJ / Wadday Paa Jee)
The story you are about to
read, is a story of four very lazy sleepy persons with very daunting courage
(courage daunts them) who were founder members of a club called PJC. The
trip was organised under Paa Jee Adventure Society (PJAS). The objectives of
- Creation of ‘khata peeta Punjab’
- Planning, organising and carrying out adventure trips. Planning, organisation and actual operations of these trips were three usually mutually exclusive events and eventually had very little in common.
- Organising various societies for welfare of the members.
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Here it goes…
The PJC (excluding AQPJ) started of at 7:30 PM from Lahore on a pleasant Friday evening after lot of hiccups. The original plan was to visit highly sensitive military establishments in Kashmir, but there were news of land-sliding along the road to Kashmir and the idea was dropped. The tyrant government of Pakistan tried to stop the club by sacking Chief Justice of Pakistan and igniting public riots in Islamabad thereafter. The even ransacked offices of a private television channel. APJ and OPJ really had a hard time convincing their parents that they were grown ups now and could manage to travel in perilous situations on their own.
OPJ, on special request from AQPJ, was to make available his Santro for the trip to Islamabad. As they started their journey, OPJ handed over his santro’s driving seat to IPJ and took over charge as DJ and Treasurer. PJC (ex-AQPJ) had a quite time travelling to Islamabad via motorway. They reached Islamabad at midnight and realised that all they could get to eat was a Pizza from Pizza Hut sizzled with some un-courteous comments by AQPJ (Acting Host in Islamabad). They were taken to the quarters occupied by AQPJ to spend the night. They were all considerably tired and had a quite sleep, except AQPJ who had quite a disturbed sleep because of some activity was going on in his office and he was on his Black Berry for most part of the night. They woke up around 11 and after so many proposals being floated and rejected, they opted to go to Rawalpindi as APJ had to buy a DVD player and AQPJ needed some pampers for her daughter. They reached the Rawalpindi Bara, looked around for parking space, found one in a Hospital, haggled a bit with the parking attendant who was not willing to let them park there, and eventually entered the shopping area. As it turned out, AQPJ ended up buying the DVD player as APJ didn’t like the remote control (other PJC members wondering what he had to do with the remote after all). Apparently, the Chinese forgot to print ‘Samsung’ on the remote control. After the shopping spree, they had lunch at Savour Pulao, one of Rawalpindi’s specialities. The menu was…. ofcourse Pulao! Then was the time for AQPJ to get his car washed and it turned out that he considered that task a particularly hard mission! While the car was being washed, he took the other founder members to Commercial Market of Rawalpindi, which he somehow (God knows how) declared to be similar to Liberty market of Lahore. They all had a little bit of fun there (looking at the sparse members from opposite sex who did not have ‘burqa’ on) and some juices as well. Orange juices, ofcourse. Car washed and AQPJ duly reprimanded for his statement regarding Liberty market of Lahore, they started back for Islamabad. Earlier part of that night was spent at Margalla Hills sitting on the edges of mountains, smokers having a bit of fun with their cigarettes and non-smokers looking at the Islamabad from quite some distance thinking of all the beauties living in the city and cursing themselves why they didn’t have atleast one with them. A few IQ problems were presented by APJ for the rest to solve and it turned out that PJC has a collective IQ of over 140. They went up to Pir Suhawa. Looking at Islamabad at that time of night from there was an interesting experience. The shimmering lights and planned landscape was a lovely sight. They enjoyed a similar but closer view from Daman-e-Koh. There was a bit of music jam along the road on their way back. They decided to have a desi dinner at a place called “Lahori Tikka”. It turned out that the place had nothing to do with Lahori food. The service was pathetic and quality of food average. They had a silent dinner, went around the market for a while and were ready to sleep. The mood was mellow because of the Irish famous win against Pakistan in the cricket world cup.
Sunday morning: they all woke up quite late once more and again considered many ideas presented, they decided to go see ruins in Taxila area. They headed for Taxila at 1pm. They had lunch at a TDCP Motel which turned out to be much better than their expectations. It was time to visit the old museum. It was an interesting place, and it dawned upon them that there was a time when people did manage to live without cell phones and Star TV. Having toured the museum, it was time for a visit to Khan Pur dam. Against their expectations, the lake had quite a bit of water and the scenery lovely. A perfect place for posing for pictures, but then as they say, nothing can be made fool proof, since fools are so ingenious. They discovered that the digital camera that APJ was supposed to carry was left back in Islamabad and PJC had to make do with the cell phone cameras for the rest of the evening. APJ was the victim of a nasty cursing session for his oversight. They saw some water scooters roving in the lake on the other side of the lake and they decided to take a closer look. The water scooters turned out to be an ingenious piece of work and seemed to be modified power boats but still interesting. IPJ and AQ thought of giving it a try. After a lot of persuasion, the ‘water scooter wala’ finally let them have a ride. IPJ held AQPJ from back while he tried to manoeuvre the scooter in the lake at some speed. They decided that it was a worthwhile and memorable experience and for a brief period of time considered insane ideas of getting a water scooter for themselves or hiring one for a longer period of time. APJ was once again victimised for forgetting the camera.
PJC headed back for Islamabad before the sunset and on their way back enjoyed few oranges on a road side shop. On their way back, they insisted on AQPJ to share with them story. It took him 3 hours to complete it. Not that he was taking too much time to recall the events, but he shared all the details in such interesting manner that they were only distracted by their growling tummies and passing beauties. Most of the story was shared in the parking of a MegaZone (formerly hotspot).area in Islamabad. Having relieved their bladders in the MegaZone, they set off for dinner. AQPJ insisted that there is a restaurant called “Orient Restaurant” in F-10 that had a delicious dish called “tawa fried qeema”. The waitee there declared that they never served that dish. Anyways, they stuck with the restaurant and had a Lahori tasing, flavoured with sabz mirch. Once they reached back to AQPJ’s shack, APJ wanted all them to watch his favourite movie OMKARA. The movie was delayed since there was an interesting match going on in the world cup. After an exchange of arguments, they finally had the movie on and as soon as the movie started, APJ was discovered sleeping. This had happened the previous night as well and some theories were put forward regarding APJ’s behaviour. AQPJ insisted that movies, and specially ‘bhai log’ movies’ acted like ‘lori’ or sedative for APJ. Having watched some of the movie, another theory was presented which said that APJ had some grudge against the others and he had taken his revenge. APJ had claimed that it was a great movie and the DVD quality was superb. The others could not verify his claim about the movie since his claim about the DVD quality was discovered to be false. That night AQPJ’s roommate had come back as well and IPJ and OPJ had to sleep on one single mattress.
AQPJ and APJ snored loudly. Both of them had claimed that they did not snore. As far as AQPJ is concerned, his claim might have been justified a little, since the wheezing sounds he produced while he slept can be called anything but snoring. As far as OPJ and IPJ were concerned, nobody would know what happened that night. Whatever happened is not really what matters anyways, but there has been speculation that the two are much more ‘intimate’ now than ever before. OPJ and IPJ deny such speculations.
Back to F-7, Islamabad now. Monday morning, and it was time to move. OPJ’s Santro was to take the 4 PJs back to Lahore. The car could take 3 PJs from Lahore to Islamabad, but it was soon obvious that it wasn’t going to handle another PJ unless they did something about one of the tires which seemed to have taken a liking to the mudguard. Given a slight chance (a small pot-hole) and the tire went kissing the body of the car. Dear old Santro was taken to a workshop in Rawalpindi, but the mechanics were clueless about the problem and refused to do anything about it given the time constraints. The PJs decided to suspend the issue for a while and started babbling about breakfast. It was almost lunch time and they, on AQPJ’s strong recommendation, decided to go for ‘Afghan Restaurant’. It turned out that not only the restaurant but the whole area seemed to be a part of Kabul. Chicken boti and afghani pulao were ordered. IPJ can’t eat without rice being part of the menu. Rice has to be there on the table but eating it is IPJ’s prerogative. The Brunch was served and devoured. It was a delicious meal and due compliments were passed on to AQPJ for his choice of restaurant. The PJs were ready to roll, supplies replenished from a local bakery. They soon realized that the tire problem had to be solved. They went to a tire shop, had the smaller spare tire replace the troubling one and set out again. It seemed that the trick had worked since the drive was much better now. Once on the motorway, the exchange of PJs’ reports of their romantic affairs began. They were all interesting; so enticing that we did not have music on during most part of the journey. They have been censored from this version of the account on APJ’s request. You guys should wait for PG (not PJ) version of this story which you might just come across googling for erotica on the web.
The PJs exited from motorway at Kallar Kahar interchange and took the road going towards Khushab. They had to find the town ‘Bojhal’ and house of ‘Naib Nazim’ of the area. They eventually did but the house turned out to be of someone who was a political rival of the ‘Naib Nazim’. After a brief chit-chat with the family members of the guy, they allowed PJs to park the car in their house and set off for one of the most memorable excursions of “PJAS”. The target was “Neel Waan”, A valley with distinctive, almost vertical, slopes on three sides. The place was also popular for ‘Aab-e-shifa’, a stream of fresh water believed to have healing powers, but PJ’s target was to trek down to the bottom. It was a difficult (atleast for 3 PJs) trek, characterized by a layer of small round rocks which made keeping one’s balance difficult and more importantly by almost vertical angle of descent. The sanity of the idea of actually trying to get to the foot of the mountain was questioned when AQPJ literally spelled out how to revive him if he goes unconscious. Taking a lot of breaks, slips, turns, and each other’s, the PJs finally reached their intended target. The view was breathtaking; the walls of the valley daunting; the water in the stream cold; and the big stone a place to rest. The big hole in one of the ‘wall like’ sides of the valley, through which water came rushing out, was unbelievable; the weather lovely; the company enjoyable and the thought of trekking all the way back up was, well, preposterous. You can replace ‘prepsterous’ with any Punjabi swear word and get to the true feelings all PJs shared. They had fun posing for pictures there and each of them imagining himself at that place with a member of the fair sex. Having their pictures ‘taken’, rested and day-dreamt, the PJs unwillingly decided it was time to try and climb back to where they came down from. It was an intense walk, with a few more breaks, but quiet not as cruel as they thought it would be. Chocolates and water helped. APJ, overwhelmed by euphoria, almost lost control over himself and had to be reminded a few times there they still had a bit of ground to cover. All PJs did manage to get back unscathed and elated, but exhausted. PJC thanked the guy who let them park their car at his place and headed back to the motorway. The journey to the motorway was mostly quiet, largely because all the PJs had a few aching body parts and because they were a bit lost in the memories of the place they had been to. Once on the motorway, the exchange of PJRS (Paa Jee Romance Society) stories started again. It turned out the OPJ was the most inexperienced in the area. Or was he? Seems reasonable to believe that with all PJs spilling out vivid details of various situations they have been involved in, it would take a lot of effort to restrain oneself from doing so too. Anyways, the stories were fun and received their share of applauses and catcalls from PJC.
Apart from the PJRS story exchange programme, the journey back was eventless. PJs reached Lahore on Monday night and PJC Isloo Tour accounts were closed by OPJ. IPJ was first to be dropped at his place, then AQPJ and APJ. OPJ went home driving alone, determined to take admission into a school soon. Know what I mean? ;)