You could also use jiyala. But that sounded very outdated. Jiyala had been popular with the previous generation — the old folks now too listless and lazy to play cricket. Jiyala dated from the 1960s. Then, a political group called the Pakistan People’s Party had suddenly risen almost out of nothing. Its followers called themselves socialists and talked of social equality and revolution. The legendary Zulfi qar Ali Bhutto, their leader and later Prime Minister of the country, raged against the mullas and their pious talk. Once, after the Prime Minister had returned from a visit to Turkey, a journalist at a press conference insinuated that he had drunk a glass of whisky during his visit. ‘Slander’, Bhutto shouted, ‘I drank much more than one’. This appealed to a lot of youngsters — a man with the courage to make his own choices. They joined the party and called themselves jiyala, those who would remain loyal to the party through thick and thin, and would not stop at anyone or anything. They were hotheads — the passionate. They instilled fear and respect. At times they also called themselves fakirs to show that they thought of things other than life’s comforts — just as the fakirs had turned their backs on earthly matters, dedicating their lives to God.