Ayub Park is the largest public park in Rawalpindi. It is
the Pakistani version of New York central park. The park has scenic views
comprising of two artificial lakes with boating facility, joy land for
children, a jogging track and huge lawns.
I have tried to characterize the people
who are regular on the jogging track, hoping that no one among them will read
it.
The soon-to-be-married: She is found accompanied by her
mother. They can be over-heard discussing the prices of various boutiques and
crash diets that have given instant results to a certain cousin. One particular
girl was expected to wear a dress four sizes smaller than her actual size by
her in-laws. How cruel!
The commando grandpa: He comes in the park in time. Carrying
a water bottle in one hand and a stick in the other, he walks with his neck
straight, tummy in and chest out. He would not talk with anyone nor make eye
contact. No one has seen him drinking from the bottle, which always remains
full. You will not trace fat on his body. He has a physique of an ex-army men.
The ISSB prepers: Overweight boys just out of the college,
who dream being an army officer, are found running on the track to shed some
weight before they are being called for army recruitment. They wear short
shirts and tight trousers, unaware that the affect of gravity on their genitals
is highly visible and disgusting. The army will hopefully train them to wear
proper dress for the right occasion and apply perfume before going at public
places.
The lazy girl: She is like a billboard which reads, “My
mother has forced me to go to the park, but I like being a couch potato.”
The marathon madam: Punctual and with hair nicely tied in a
plait, she is found walking on the track. No one knows when did she arrive in
the park and when would she go. I have yet to find the opportunity when she is
not on the track.
I don’t give a damn aunty: Excessively over weight and
voluptuous lady, the aunty is found walking on the track wearing earphones. She
walks but moves her arms as if she is running. She does not give a damn to
anyone who passes by and scans her curves. Her gait suggests the type of music
she is playing at that time.
The BBW brigade: The big beautiful women are the most
abundant group on the track. You will find
BBWs of all shapes sizes and complexion
walking on the track and sweating. Some walk alone and some in groups. Their
chatter is often about college and music shows. They are least concerned about
people checking them out as they don’t get much attention from petite hungry
men.
The oglers : The come on the track wearing dress more
suitable for a date. Found resting on tree trunks, they flash their mobile
phones to every passing girl, hinting that they are available on mobile.
The love birds: They are found perched on benches, anxiously
waiting for the darkness to shorten the barriers between them.
My in-laws are my worst enemy: Mostly men, who come to the park just to call
their estranged in-laws. You can hear about details of their family disputes if
you have five spare minutes and a vacant bench nearby.
