Thursday, October 16, 2014

Sach Mooch: Why some Pakistani singers should bow out

KARACHI: I am Mr X but do not confuse me with the upcoming eponymous film in which Emraan Hashmi looks like my bff Naeem Abbas Rufi. Rufi often reminds me of a drug of the same name, which is used to make your date pass out so she won’t leave you. This is the same kind of desperation many Pakistani artistes have for fame.
One day, to get away from Rufi’s Candy Crush requests and the countless ‘offers’ that keep my studio phone ringing, I went to a shopping mall. I had to wear my sunglasses at night, so that no one could recognise me because that just makes my fans go hysterical, you know. But it became too dark, so I took them off. After that, I wandered where the mall was most crowded, but no one noticed me.
Right then, I saw a kid playing with a toy helicopter in a shop. I was instantly taken back to the time when I used to fly down on the stage in a helicopter amid 35,000 people cheering for me. Today, I have to buy a ticket to walk on the red carpet of a premiere of a new Pakistani film and photo bomb other celebrities, so my pictures are printed in magazines. Look how the tables have turned.