Pakistan: Frustrating, Ridiculous and Causally Insane

As most of you know by now, though I live in USA, I’m originally from Pakistan: the land of abundant heat, shortage of electricity, excess of violence but never a lack of culture or love.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate Pakistan or anything, I love my homeland and I miss it at times, but lets just say that it is a country that can frustrate, annoy, flabbergast or simply confuse you with a rapidity that could leave you feeling vaguely disoriented if you’re not careful.

What all this boils down to is that there is never a dull moment in Pakistan, and every time I visit, it never fails to surprise me with its…slightly surreal quality.

It is a place where people will hang 6 story tall flags off of unfinished buildings simply because they can.


And where a bee hive the size of a large dog can be chilling outside your office window for several weeks before someone decides it might be time to maybe do something about it.


It’s where one day the streets will be pretending to be rivers because the ongoing monsoon season has apparently given them an existential crisis..


… and the very next day the same streets will be casually set on fire by random groups of protesters..


Even the most innocuous of things, such as a billboard ad, can be casually confusing if you look close enough…

oh look a new billboard for juice or something.. wait a minute, WHAT does that say…
What.. what exactly are they trying to imply here..?

So yes, Pakistan can be called many things, and has been called many many things over the years, but one thing it can never be is dull.


22 thoughts on “Pakistan: Frustrating, Ridiculous and Causally Insane

  1. Did I ever mention that my second husband was from Pakistan? (I probably have)

    I never visited Pakistan, but I got a bit of the culture whenever I visited my in-laws. The food is delicious, but the culture is way different from what I’m used to. My sister-in-law — the woman married to my husband’s brother — and I talked about it all of the time. She was always torn between her native country (born in the United States) and her cultural background (Pakistan). Our husbands’ family was always pressuring her to return to her roots and be a proper wife. Me? Not so much since I was purely American and not “really a wife”. Blah.

    Anyway, the party they threw for my then husband’s nephew (first grandson born into the family) was insane! They rented a hall. A hall! there were over a hundred guests, a band, a banquet, the whole works. it was semi-formal… my teenage daughters and I were relegated to the table of Americans — of which there were six. Benefit of being married to the second husband. And we couldn’t understand all of this fuss for a child’s birthday party. I mean it was a great party and everything, but the child had just turned one, I think. It could have been older. But he was way too young to understand all of this pomp and circumstance.

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    1. Hahaha! I’ve attended a few such ‘first birthday parties’ in Pakistan :p When you’re from that culture you don’t think twice about such things, it’s just the way things are done 😝 Half of it is wanting a grand celebration while the other half is wanting to show up your uncle’s wife’s sister who just threw a huge shindig for her toddler 😣


      1. I wondered how much of it was “keeping up with the Jones” as we say. ^_^

        I’ve never seen so many well dressed people at a child’s birthday party. and the presents! Holy Moly! I don’t even know if they ever opened them all.

        My kids didn’t even get birthday parties until they were five and understood that birthday parties were a thing that involved them.

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