Domestic Circus...

Benazir Bhutto’s political heir (Oh yeah! The same Mr. 10% we have come to admire in so many ways) is busy shuttling between London, Dubai and Islamabad. Not only that, he has advised our national cabinet to follow his routine travelling in order to avoid the grave threat of terrorism. So, now we have Pakistan’s federal cabinet meetings taking place in five star conference halls in any and every country except ours. That way at least our muppets, oops! Ministers are safe from terrorists. On the other hand, one Mr. Nawaz-I-got-a-hair-transplant-Sharif is still busy harping on the judges’ restoration tune. Does he not realize that societies need decent supplies of food, health and education before dwelling on such important issues or did his hair transplant specialist leave something inside his brain that is hampering him to change his focus of attention? The question takes me to our very own Mr. I-will-leave-when-this-nation-wants-me-to (Oh! Such love and regard for this nation, sigh!) Come to think of it, Pakistan’s very own version of Mr. Know-it-all would be thanking his stars for the circus that is our government has become these days. He’d be sitting in his study with his Bridge mates and laughing at the merry-go-round that he, himself, had started. My sincere advice to Mr. 10% and Mr. Hair-transplant would be to get rid of him before he becomes bored of their circus. After all, he would have the perfect I-told-you-so excuse for getting rid of both clowns-in-disguise. On a side note, does anyone know who is running the country right now? Who prepared the if-you-thought-you-had-too-many-problems-already-this-would-surely-rock-your-boat budget? It can’t be Mr. 10% or Mr. Transplant as they are never in the country neither can it be Mr. I-hate-honest-judges as he is pretty much occupied with arrangements for his departure just in case the other two clowns ever get back to their senses.