The Land of Pure Pimps

It's time to celebrate. A military dictator resigns from his office. The "Pimp-istan" sighs in relief. And why shouldn't? It shall now go back to where it belongs, the most. The Pimps.

It's a brothel really. A Khota. Bhuttos, Sharrifs, Khans, Maulanas, Chaudharys.. So many customers. The high-profile ones! MQMs are on the roof. Arranging lights. They are good at it you know... Aitazaz Hassan has been assigned Tablas since his position is still precarious. Kamran Khan and Hamid Mir are the Darbaans out there. " Ji naazrein.. Ji naazrein.." But wait a minute! Where are their pants? Did they leave them at that Khota just beside the Mohatta Palace in Karachi? At their favorite Cherry Rehman's? May be we should call and ask The Original Shiekh about it.

"Nach meri bulbul tujhey paisa miley gaaa"..... And the lawyers are dancing. What co-ordination. What spirit. What "Josh"... How cleverly and 'professionally' they hid their colorful ghaghras and cholis. The black coat didn't show anything at all.

"Abhi tou mehfil jawaan hai Zardari Sahab... Kahan chal diye aap??"

"Kyon naa ho Shariff Bhai.. Bhutto ka naam jo Zinda hai... Mein zara kamrey se aaya.. Cherry intezar kar rahi hogi"

"Likin Cherry tou Karachi mein haina?"

"Galat!! Azaad Riyasaton mein Cherries tou har jagah milti hain!!"

"Hahahaha! Jiye Democracy!"

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And what about us commoners? It doesn't sound comfortable no? Commoners? Lets not worry.. some way or the other, we all qualify for the prestigious honor.. "The Nishaan-e-Pimp". A hardened, bulging, full to burst.


Democracy is not in our blood. We simply don't know about it. We, as a nation [questionable!] and as individuals are inherent to dictators. Since always we have lived like this. Under a Danda Rule. Right from our birth. Moulvis, Parents, Teachers, Spouses, In-laws, Politicians, Bosses....

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Personally , I like Musharraf. But I don't support him. And I don't care.

People distributing sweets, friends calling, texting 'Congratulations', "Balley Balley"... Discussing politics... Guessing the next president, Guessing fate of Musharraf... This all is very DEPRESSING! I don't want to discuss this anymore. I don't find a reason to celebrate. Dictator is gone but I'm expecting no one else than a bloody pimp. And you know that too.

My last post was a birthday wish, but I'm sorry... I'm dejected... And

I accept. I belong to the Pimp-istan. I'm the one.



Monday, August 18, 2008
5:48 PM [Resignation Day]