Thanks God it has rained, and smog has gone. But it is only far a little while. Smog will be back. In Bhutto’s time, awami slogan was “roti, kapra and makaan”. My new slogan will be, “clean water and clean air”:
“Pani, hava kay baghair insaan,
Pareshan, Pareshan!”
After rains, it has also become slatly cold, not wholely solely, only slatly. I know it’s chilly because finally my lawyers have their hands in their own pockets. What a judgments! What a joke! In my case, all offenses are there. I am guilty of everything. But in so far as Amran Khan is concern, he is only guilty of hanky, not of panky.
Here I am in hot water, there all my old protectors in Land of Sand are also in hot water. New Al-King has given power to his favourite son baby buoy who is doing whatsoever he wants. I sent encrypted message to my old gang: “Al-ack and Al-as! Al-arming news! I have heard about terrible Al-tercations between you and new Al-Prince. Dear Brothers, may the Almighty be with you and Al-leviate your suffering. What to do, when members of family become Al-ligators? There is no Al-ternative but to survive, like me. Let me to advice you. Please do not be Al-oof, please pledge Al-legiance if need be, like I am doing to Faujis. Al-though inside, you can think Al-together different thoughts. You must bear what fate has Al-lotted you far now, Al-ongside Al-l others in the soup, make the Al-lowances necessary to survive, otherwise you will end up in Al-mshouses if not worst. What about your Al-lies in America? Are they acting like Al-iens or are they still Al-igned to you? If latter, then please to be patience. They will Al-ter situation and make things Al-right. In fact, they must Al-ready be working on Al-ligning your rescue. Dear less fortunate brethren, I am Al-ways grateful that at least there is democracy in name here. And fate such as yours has not been Al-lotted to me. Sorrow that you are being tortured and starved, eating nothing and living off dead beetles. Like Yoko Ono.”
Stay Al-ive!
NS
“Pani, hava kay baghair insaan,
Pareshan, Pareshan!”
After rains, it has also become slatly cold, not wholely solely, only slatly. I know it’s chilly because finally my lawyers have their hands in their own pockets. What a judgments! What a joke! In my case, all offenses are there. I am guilty of everything. But in so far as Amran Khan is concern, he is only guilty of hanky, not of panky.
Here I am in hot water, there all my old protectors in Land of Sand are also in hot water. New Al-King has given power to his favourite son baby buoy who is doing whatsoever he wants. I sent encrypted message to my old gang: “Al-ack and Al-as! Al-arming news! I have heard about terrible Al-tercations between you and new Al-Prince. Dear Brothers, may the Almighty be with you and Al-leviate your suffering. What to do, when members of family become Al-ligators? There is no Al-ternative but to survive, like me. Let me to advice you. Please do not be Al-oof, please pledge Al-legiance if need be, like I am doing to Faujis. Al-though inside, you can think Al-together different thoughts. You must bear what fate has Al-lotted you far now, Al-ongside Al-l others in the soup, make the Al-lowances necessary to survive, otherwise you will end up in Al-mshouses if not worst. What about your Al-lies in America? Are they acting like Al-iens or are they still Al-igned to you? If latter, then please to be patience. They will Al-ter situation and make things Al-right. In fact, they must Al-ready be working on Al-ligning your rescue. Dear less fortunate brethren, I am Al-ways grateful that at least there is democracy in name here. And fate such as yours has not been Al-lotted to me. Sorrow that you are being tortured and starved, eating nothing and living off dead beetles. Like Yoko Ono.”
Stay Al-ive!
NS