I’ve done another U-Turn and apologised to the Election Commission for abusing them and calling them names. I’m so sorry, I’ve said, I won’t do it again — you Rotund Avaricious Tyrant’s Servants (R.A.T.S)!
My lawyer Naeem Bokhari and I have much in common, amongst them a deep aversion for Iftikhar Chaudhry, former Chief Justice. I keep forgetting if he was reheated or restored but whatever it was, it was a very bad thing.
Because the Supreme Court has never been the same again. I mean why can’t they hit the ball all over the place the way Iftikhar Chaudhry used to do? The judges musn’t play this one like an endless test match. It’s a limited overs 20-20 match.
And if they don’t throw Nawaz Sharif out, I will conclude that the law of the jungle prevails in Pakistan. Which reminds me of “The Jungle Book”, a very profound work written by a famous nineteenth century British colonialist called Walt Disney. All the characters in it remind me of Pakistan’s VIPs, including myself.
Asif Zardari is Ka the Snake, Nawaz Sharif is King of the Monkeys, Altaf Hussain is Mowgli that little black urchin and I’m Sher Khan the Tiger. And Maulana Fazlur Rahman is Winnie the Pooh. “But Winnie the Pooh isn’t even in it”, Naeem Bokhari said. “So what?” I remarked, “Pooh never was in it.”
“And who’s Colonel Hathi?” Naeem Bokhari asked. “Sssshhhh”, I whispered, “one can never make fun of the army and become Prime Minister. Mum’s the word, and I don’t mean Shaukat Khanum.”
Then Aitzaz Ahsan came to see me and said Zardari’s a changed man. He now hates corruption. “That’s wonderful,” I said, “if he can change so can I, but the question is, what should I change into?”
Naeem Bokhari then looked at the ceiling and said, “I suppose we’ll just have to make do with this lot until you the saviour come to power and pull this country back into the Middle Ages where it belongs.”
He’s brilliant, Naeem Bokhari. I think I’ll sign off now because I’ve over-strained my brain and I’d better save some for the court hearing tomorrow.
My lawyer Naeem Bokhari and I have much in common, amongst them a deep aversion for Iftikhar Chaudhry, former Chief Justice. I keep forgetting if he was reheated or restored but whatever it was, it was a very bad thing.
Because the Supreme Court has never been the same again. I mean why can’t they hit the ball all over the place the way Iftikhar Chaudhry used to do? The judges musn’t play this one like an endless test match. It’s a limited overs 20-20 match.
And if they don’t throw Nawaz Sharif out, I will conclude that the law of the jungle prevails in Pakistan. Which reminds me of “The Jungle Book”, a very profound work written by a famous nineteenth century British colonialist called Walt Disney. All the characters in it remind me of Pakistan’s VIPs, including myself.
Asif Zardari is Ka the Snake, Nawaz Sharif is King of the Monkeys, Altaf Hussain is Mowgli that little black urchin and I’m Sher Khan the Tiger. And Maulana Fazlur Rahman is Winnie the Pooh. “But Winnie the Pooh isn’t even in it”, Naeem Bokhari said. “So what?” I remarked, “Pooh never was in it.”
“And who’s Colonel Hathi?” Naeem Bokhari asked. “Sssshhhh”, I whispered, “one can never make fun of the army and become Prime Minister. Mum’s the word, and I don’t mean Shaukat Khanum.”
Then Aitzaz Ahsan came to see me and said Zardari’s a changed man. He now hates corruption. “That’s wonderful,” I said, “if he can change so can I, but the question is, what should I change into?”
Naeem Bokhari then looked at the ceiling and said, “I suppose we’ll just have to make do with this lot until you the saviour come to power and pull this country back into the Middle Ages where it belongs.”
He’s brilliant, Naeem Bokhari. I think I’ll sign off now because I’ve over-strained my brain and I’d better save some for the court hearing tomorrow.
Im the Dim