Sleazy underling
A gentleman of our acquaintance, resident in Islamabad, was visited by a sleazy underling of a spook agency, ostensibly about a relative’s visits to India. The gentleman was shown an informant’s report describing him as “probably a Shia and a buzdil of dissolute habits”. The sleazy underling was given an earful (“I’m not Shia” said the furious gent, “I’m Ahmedi”) and dispatched forthwith. Since when have our national agencies become openly sectarian?
Signs of terrible times
The two head honchos of the Sinned government are in a head-to-head race. Whereas Hubby’s adoptive bro has an impressive personal security detail with a veritable private militia, the Memon gent is also going the extra mile to acquire a similar apparatus. We hear this cavalcade of Vigos, bristling with armed guards is allowed to enter official buildings. In normal circs, this would’ve been objectionable but nowadays it’s par for the course, given these terrible times.
Tender Loving Care
We hear Hubby told someone that his five years at the top of the heap in Isloo felt like “being tossed around in a turbulent sea”. The Man of Steel must feel the same, with conspiracies afoot to destabilise his government. Inevitably, discontent within the ranks surfaces to bolster the image of rudderless government. One view is that Mr Bean has thrown in the towel and others will follow. The other view is that Mr Bean needs TLC and will be fine in due course. Our mole also reports that, despite his soft corner for the khaki viewpoint, Talented Bro told an interlocutor, “make no mistake. The vote bank belongs to bhaijan.”