The Exploding Cities of the Developing World RE:SS ``... I, however, find leftist thought to be quite impotent ... and more large-scale leftist uplift schemes are bound to plateau out ... unless some active means of wealth generation takes root in the community ...``

Notwithstanding ``leftist`` or ``rightist`` pov,
an excellent example of grass-roots wealth generation can be found in the Nation of Islam communities here in these United States. Nation of Islam uplifted the economic status of ``exploding ghettos in a much and far advanced country``.

Excuse Me but Can ANP Spell Pakhtoonkhwa? I agree with Mr. Alani and Mr Hoti. Writing is clearly on the wall. The only salvation for what remains of Pakistan is for its leadership (?) to step out of the box to connect the dots and give each of the states more powers and rights to conduct their own
governance within a few commonsensical limitations (defense, currency, foreign affairs, etc).

We should all re-read Dr Rabbani`s excellent article on Chowk somewhere ... he has already predicted so accurately what wil be the writing on the wall ... it`s a matter of time.

A Day in the Year 2030 Let`s momentarily open our eyes for a reality check ...

``Every nation of ACTION has a strong dose of egotism, pride, hardness and cunningness. But all those things will be forgiven that nation, indeed, they will be regarded as high qualities, if that nation can make them the means to achieve great ends``. (Charles DeGaulle)

Let`s keep this in perspective as we go about lambasting the Great Satan. It ain`t gonna make one hell of a difference in the greatness of good ol` USA ... as a people or as a nation!!! Now go
ahead and make our day :)-

Old Socks RE: Whirling Dervish `` ... could you please divulge your secret in cultivating an adoring fan base? ...``

WD`s got a point here. I wish I had a fan club on Chowk when I got nailed to the cross
a few weeks ago :)-

Excuse Me but Can ANP Spell Pakhtoonkhwa?

Or might I add ``civic pride`` :)-

Kashmir Kashmere Spangled Banner:
BROKEN DREAMS OF A DREAMER

Oh, say can you Boom, Crash
By the dawn`s early Boom, Crash
What so proudly we Boom, Crash
At the twilight`s last gleaming?

Whose broad stripes and bright Boom, Crash
Through the perilous Boom, Crash
O`er the ramparts we Boom, Crash
Were so gallantly streaming? 3 &

1...2...3...
2...2...3...
3...2...3...
4...2...3...
5...2...3...
6...2...3...
7...2...3...
8...2...Oh,

Boom Boom Boom
Boom Boom Boom
Boom Boom Boom
Boom Boooommm; Boom
Boom Boom Boom
Boom Boooommm; Boom
Boom Boom Boom
BoooooooooooM

On The Other Hand Romancing the Good Ol` Pakistan
Pakistani Womyn (circa 1998)

Tahnoon, this must be Hummed to the Tune of California Girls by Beach Boys (circa 1965):

Well, Pakistani womyn are socially aware
as are their counterparts everywhere else.

And womyn south of the Torkam line,
because of their regionally-enhanced speech patterns,
leave men even more clueless than they normally are.

Those womyn born to land owners and tillers
imbue in men a wonderful sense of well being,
as do all their equals around the world.

And womyn of all ages residing in northern territories,
with the singular manner of their intimate facial contact,
help young males of their acquaintance maintain appropriate
body temperatures when persistent evening chills threaten.

Of course, the whole ``I`m cold`` thing is really just an excuse,
Nor will we mention that those males have ONE THING on their
stability-challenged little minds.

In my opinion, all womyn are just fine :).

Excuse Me but Can ANP Spell Pakhtoonkhwa? Now here comes another ``civil war`` because
people of Northern Territories want to call
their state whatever (too hard to spell and to cumbersome to say it phonetically!). I don`t see nuthin` wrong with it ...

The World According to Heer & Ranjha RE: ShahJEE === No Sir, I am not in Virginia. Don`t know what you are talking about. I am in Seattle: chaudry at televar dot com

The World According to Heer & Ranjha RE: A Friend ``... Dear Moe! How Could You Do a thing like This ..?

Dear Friend, if Elvis was alive and here today he would beatle it out this way ......

Yesterday,
All those fairy tales seemed a waste of hay.
Now your trust has gone away.
Oh I believe in yesterday.
Suddenly,
There`s not half the truth there used to be,
And there`s a milestone
hanging over me
The ``disclaimer`` crashed so suddenly.
I claimed something wrong
What it was I could not say.
Now all your trust is gone
and I long for yesterday-ay-ay-ay.
Yesterday,
The need for truth seemed so far away.
I knew my trust was all here to stay,
Now I believe in yesterday.

The World According to Heer & Ranjha This politically correct fictional fairly tale of Heer & Ranja, especially souped-up for the Chowkwalas, is a spoof on the original fictional fairy tale of Little Red Riding Hood, which was further spruced-up in the fictional fairy tales, ``Politically Correct Bedtime Stories`` by James Garner. Any resemblance of Heer & Ranja PC-saga to the original and fictional LRRH saga and/or James Garner`s spruced-up PC version of LRRH saga is honestly incidental and is meant to be intentional.

The Beggar Boy Eid-Less in Seattle

T`was the day of Eid, he lived all alone
In a one bedroom house made of plaster and stone.
I had come down with Eidee to give,
And to see just who in this home did live.

I looked all about, a strange sight did I see ...

No tinsel nor presents, just boots filled with sand,
On the wall hung pictures of far distant lands.
With medals and badges, awards of all kinds,
A sober thought came through my mind.
For this house was different, it was dark and dreary,
I`d found the house of a freedom fighter, Once I could see clearly.

The soldier lay sleeping, silent, alone,
Curled upon the floor in this one bedroom home.
The face was so gentle, the room in such disorder,
Not how I pictured an exiled soldier.

Was this the hero of whom I`d just read about in a Digest from Kashmere?

Curled up on a poncho, the floor for a bed
I realized the Kashmeri families I saw on this pseudo-night,
Owed to such freedom fighters, who were willing to fight.
Soon `round in Sirinagar the children would play,
And grownups would celebrate a bright Eid day.
I couldn`t help wonder how many lay alone,
On a cold Eid day exiled in a land far from home.

The very thought brought a tear to my eye,
I dropped to my knees and started to cry.
The exile awakened and I heard a rough voice,
``Brother, don`t cry, this life is my choice;
I fight for freedom of Kashmere, I don`t ask for more,
My life is my God, my Kashmere, my Corps.``
The soldier rolled over and drifted to sleep,
I couldn`t control it, I started to weep.

I kept watch for hours, so silent and still
And we both shivered from the cold night`s chill.
I didn`t want to leave on that cold, dark pseudo-night
This Guardian of Honor so willing to fight.

The soldier rolled over, with a voice soft and pure,
whispered, ``Carry on, Brother,
It`s Eid, All is secure.``
One look at my watch and I knew he was right
Eid Mobarak, my friend, and to all a Good Night!

The Good, the Bad and the Anxiety Hi Mac, here we go again! May I mentor you?

Here are a few methods for getting people to believe you ... a collection of proof techniques that will prove invaluable to both you and participants here on Chowk.

PROOF TECHNIQUE #1 - `Proof By Induction`

1. Obtain a large power transformer.

2. Find someone who does not believe your theorem.

3. Get this person to hold the terminals on the HV side of the transformer.

4. Apply 25000 volts AC to the LV side of the transformer.

5. Repeat step (4) until they agree with the theorem.

PROOF TECHNIQUE #2 - `Proof By Contradiction`

1. State your theorem.

2. Wait for someone to disagree.

3. Contradict them.

PROOF TECHNIQUE #3 - Fire Proof

1. Summon all you consider inferior to you for a chowk hall meeting.

2. Present your theorem.

3. Bazooka those who disagree.

PROOF TECHNIQUE #4 - The Famous Water Proof

1. State your theorem.

2. Wait for someone to disagree.

3. Drown them. (This is closely related to the `bullet` proof, but is easier to make look like an accident).

PROOF TECHNIQUE #5 - Idiot Proof

1. State your theorem.

2. Write exhaustive ramblings with glossy quotations and poisoned arrows.

3. Challenge anyone to not understand it.

PROOF TECHNIQUE #6 - Child Proof

1. State your theorem.

2. Encapsulate it in epoxy and shape it into an ellipsoid.

3. Put it in a jar with all the other proofs (one with one of those Press-to-Open lids).

4. Give it to Omair or Safwan and challenge them to open it.

PROOF TECHNIQUE #7 - Rabbit Proof

1. Generate theorems at an altogether startling rate, much faster than anybody is able to refute them. Use up everybody else`s paper and time. Run away at the slightest sign of danger.

PROOF TECHNIQUE #8 - Fool Proof

1. State your theorem.

2. Invite chowkwalas to comment.

3. If they don`t agree, exclaim loudly, ``You Fools!``

The World According to Heer & Ranjha RE: Osama ``...Up there with your Ode to our President delivered to the tune of The Beverly Hillbillies ...``

Hi Osama, here is sequel to THAT one ...

Bah Humbug Nevaz Sherif

T`was the night before last - Old Tarar was ticked
He cussed out the servants and threw down his fist ...
Miserable little brats, ungrateful little jerks
I have good mind to scrap the whole works

I`ve busted my ass for damn over a month
Instead of ``Thanks Tarar`` - what do I hear
The old lady hitches `cause I work late at night
Nevaz n` Kalsoom want more money - ministers all fight

Asef took the oath and goosed all the mango crates
He thinks BB is pregnant and Leghari is great
And just when I thought that things would get better
Those idiots from Ehtesab sent me a letter

They say I owe taxes - if that ain`t damn funny
Who the hell ever sent Tarar any money
And the kids these days - they all are the pits
They want the impossible ...Those mean little crits

I spent a whole month issuing fatwas and such
Assembling amendments ... arms, legs and heads
I made a ton of progress - no request for them
They want money and mo`e money ...they think I`m a bottomless bank!

If you think that`s bad...just picture this
Try kissing those babies for presidential politics
They pull on my nose - they grab at my beard
And if I don`t smile..the parents think I`m weird
Leaping like a superman ... dodging the tall trees
Faster than a bullet yet I fall down skinning my knees

I`m quitting this job...there`s just no enjoyment
I`ll sit on my fat rump and draw retirement
This job ain`t no fun despite promises of Nevaz
Me and Kalsoom are heading SOUTH for Kalabagh!

Women and Police RE: Syd Ahamad ``...As much as I enjoy the humorous antics of both sides, I feel they detract us from dialogue at hand. Maybe we need a section on the chowk that functions as a primary forum for gender warfare ...``.

Going off on tangents is more or less true for all interactions on Chowk. My observations are tne same as Syd. And we`ve all been guilty of that at one time or another. FWIW, perhaps we need a moderator to keep us focused on the issues in the article?

Calling a Spade a Spade RE`` Syd Ahmad ``... numerous examples in WWII, ie Firebombing of Hamburg and Dresden, tactic
approval of shoot to kill orders of POWs during the Ardenne offensive, the hanging of Gen Yamashita ( McArthur`s vendetta ) -were some of the major allied lapses...``

Let`s not forget the mother of all lapses ...
HOLOCAUST ... the genocide of six million European Jews by the Naziz.