Recently, a Pakistani friend of mine (we'll call him Danial) got a postdoc at the Lund University in Sweden. We met at his office for coffee. I congratulated him and we caught up. "I need you to do me a favor, Mushtaq," he said. "Of course." "Please don't tell anyone in my family or friends that I work at the Lund University," he said. "Why? What happened?" "Man, just don't mention where I work especially if a mutual friend asks," he said. I was taken aback initially. But then I put two and two together and realized why he didn't want me to tell anyone about his workplace. In Pakistan, the word "lund" means penis. Being the reliable friend that I am, the very next day I rang up Danial's dad and eight of our mutual friends. I told them that Danial was doing well in Sweden and dropped the name of his university ever so nonchalantly. Things went exactly as planned. His dad called him and asked how he was settling in at the Schlong Institute of Dick Studies. Another friend asked Danial how his project would contribute to the research at the Weiner Academy of Sausage Sciences. Every few days, someone from Pakistan calls him to ask how his research at the Phallus Institute of Dong Dynamics is going, or if he was looking for a permanent job at the Johnson Institute for Shaft Studies. He has started looking for a new job. Since Lund was causing Danial all sorts of problems I decided to help him. The poor thing took all this Lund stuff really badly. Apparently, some of our friends tried setting him up with a beautiful British-Paksitani woman, Yasmine, who was visiting Copenhagen. Now Danial has limited social skills when it comes to women and Yasmine was way out of his league. Yet he was able to charm her somehow and took her out for a date in a trendy restaurant in Copenhagen. Things came to a head when she asked him where he was currently based. "Lund," he said. "I wasn't sure initially, but now I quite like Lund." She thought he was a closeted gay looking for a lavendar marriage and was trying to deceive her. She got up, threw her wine in his face, and stormed out of the restaurant but not before yelling "You sick little perverted motherfucker" in the poshest British accent. Anyway, I decided to help him get out of Lund. I asked my colleagues here in Danish academia if they were hiring any researchers. Søren, one of my colleagues, said that he was. A marine ecologist, he had recently won a big grant to conduct research in the North Sea. I showed Søren Danial's Google Scholar profile. He was clearly impressed. "He's exaclty the kind of researcher we need," Søren said. So, I rang up Danial and told him that Søren here in Copenhagen is interested in hiring him. "Yes," He said without even letting me finish. "I'll take the job. Just get me out of Lund, man, it's hard, Lund's hard." I told Søren that Danial was willing to accept the job. As we parted, I asked him what his research project was about. "Effekten af bundtrawl i Nordsøen," Søren replied in Danish. In English, this means "The effect of bottom trawling in Nordic sea." The only problem with this is that the Danish word for bottom is "bund." In Pakistan, bund means buttocks. Danial will join Søren's project in a few weeks. This time around I'm not going to tell his father or our friends anything about his job. Just kidding. I've already told them and they've started working on names like Keister Institute of Booty Sciences. It's going to be great I also took the opportunity to update Yasmine about Danial's upcoming project on bundtrawling. "I knew it," she said. "I already knew it."