It is good to be with my sons, and younger daughter, although it was difficult to leave the rest of the family in Lahore.
Did you know that I had not seen my sons since their mother passed away? Do you know what it feels like not to be able to grieve with sons who’ve lost a mother?
But I should not be more rose. Shbaz Saab is here. We had fallowing conversation:
Mujahid-e-Jamhooriyat (self): Baba-e-Jamhooriyat is Zulafqar Ali Bhutto Shaheed. I am modren version.
Shbaz Saab: B-b-bhutto?! Sshhhh, bhaijan! PLEASE don’t take his name.
Mujahid-e-Jamhooriyat: Why not? He was great man, shaheed-e-jamhooriyat.
Shbaz Saab: (with hands on ears so that he couldn’t hear my vize verds) Ufff! Bhaijan, please speak softly.
M-e-J: Don’t worry Shbaz Saab, we are in London. Walls don’t have ears here.
Shbaz Saab: Phew! Thank God! I think I’ll put on my hat and go for a walk.
M-e-J: No, please wait. Fust I want to tell you that Bhutto Shaheed is my inspiration.
Shbaz Saab: What did you say? I’m sorry I couldn’t hear you (then quickly he put on his hat and made to leaf the room).
M-e-J: I said BHUTTO IS MY INSPIRATION!
Shbaz Saab: Perspiration? But it’s so cold here in London. Are you sure you’re feeling okay?
M-e-J: JIYEEEEEEE BHUTTO!
Shbaz Saab: SHREIK! SOMEONE PLEASE SAVE ME! I AM A FAITHFUL FOLLOWER OF THE MILTABLISHMENT!
M-e-J: VOTE KO! IZZAT DO! VOTE KO! IZZAT DO!
Shbaz Saab: I can’t bear it! I simply can’t bear it! Here’s me working day and night to soften them up and there you are pissing them off at every opportunity. You’re SUCH a spoilsport! IT’S NOT FAIR! YOU DON’T WANT TO BE PM BUT I DOOOOO!
M-e-J: Yeh jo dehshat gardi hai ….. mmphhh … stop gagging me Shbaz Saab ….mmggggnnn …sputter sputter!
Did you know that I had not seen my sons since their mother passed away? Do you know what it feels like not to be able to grieve with sons who’ve lost a mother?
But I should not be more rose. Shbaz Saab is here. We had fallowing conversation:
Mujahid-e-Jamhooriyat (self): Baba-e-Jamhooriyat is Zulafqar Ali Bhutto Shaheed. I am modren version.
Shbaz Saab: B-b-bhutto?! Sshhhh, bhaijan! PLEASE don’t take his name.
Mujahid-e-Jamhooriyat: Why not? He was great man, shaheed-e-jamhooriyat.
Shbaz Saab: (with hands on ears so that he couldn’t hear my vize verds) Ufff! Bhaijan, please speak softly.
M-e-J: Don’t worry Shbaz Saab, we are in London. Walls don’t have ears here.
Shbaz Saab: Phew! Thank God! I think I’ll put on my hat and go for a walk.
M-e-J: No, please wait. Fust I want to tell you that Bhutto Shaheed is my inspiration.
Shbaz Saab: What did you say? I’m sorry I couldn’t hear you (then quickly he put on his hat and made to leaf the room).
M-e-J: I said BHUTTO IS MY INSPIRATION!
Shbaz Saab: Perspiration? But it’s so cold here in London. Are you sure you’re feeling okay?
M-e-J: JIYEEEEEEE BHUTTO!
Shbaz Saab: SHREIK! SOMEONE PLEASE SAVE ME! I AM A FAITHFUL FOLLOWER OF THE MILTABLISHMENT!
M-e-J: VOTE KO! IZZAT DO! VOTE KO! IZZAT DO!
Shbaz Saab: I can’t bear it! I simply can’t bear it! Here’s me working day and night to soften them up and there you are pissing them off at every opportunity. You’re SUCH a spoilsport! IT’S NOT FAIR! YOU DON’T WANT TO BE PM BUT I DOOOOO!
M-e-J: Yeh jo dehshat gardi hai ….. mmphhh … stop gagging me Shbaz Saab ….mmggggnnn …sputter sputter!
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