Afsos, sorrow, that faujis are again overstepping their mandate. They are making arrests of politicians and hounding many from the last gormint. And without consulting me, who is after all, Wazir-e-Azam.
I asked my Interior Minister Mr Bean to come and explain recent arrest of politicians. He said he had no idea that the faujis were going to do it. I told your bhabi that I think he is being economical with the truth. She said, “haw hai! How do you know?” “Because his lips are moving”, I said. Your bhabi said, “try asking him again”.
I looked sternly at Mr Bean and asked, “tell me AT ONCE if you knew about Asif Zardari’s best friend Dr Asim’s arrest”. The minister replied, “AT ONCE!”
I looked at your bhabi. She was also perplexed. In the resulting confuyion, I tried again, “Ahem! I think you’ve been looking over your shoulder. I hope I didn’t see you looking over your shoulder!” “I hope you didn’t either”, Mr Bean replied. Once again, I accosted him. “I know the faujis came to pick you up from your office for a meeting yesterday. What did they say to you before you got into the car?” “Get into the car”, he said.
I sighed and said, “Okay, tell me honestly, did they poke fun at us politicians?” “What do you mean?” asked Mr Bean. “I mean did they tell any political jokes?” “No, I was expecting that but they said the problem with political jokes is that they get elected.”
Exasperated, I asked the minister, “what is big and khaki and eats politicos?”
He replied, “a big, khaki politico eater.”
In a last ditch attempt, I asked, “do you agree with what the faujis are doing?” The minister took me aside and whispered in my ear, “Mian Saab, an argument with them is like a software license agreement. At the end, you ignore everything and click I AGREE.”
Zaalim samaaj
I asked my Interior Minister Mr Bean to come and explain recent arrest of politicians. He said he had no idea that the faujis were going to do it. I told your bhabi that I think he is being economical with the truth. She said, “haw hai! How do you know?” “Because his lips are moving”, I said. Your bhabi said, “try asking him again”.
I looked sternly at Mr Bean and asked, “tell me AT ONCE if you knew about Asif Zardari’s best friend Dr Asim’s arrest”. The minister replied, “AT ONCE!”
I looked at your bhabi. She was also perplexed. In the resulting confuyion, I tried again, “Ahem! I think you’ve been looking over your shoulder. I hope I didn’t see you looking over your shoulder!” “I hope you didn’t either”, Mr Bean replied. Once again, I accosted him. “I know the faujis came to pick you up from your office for a meeting yesterday. What did they say to you before you got into the car?” “Get into the car”, he said.
I sighed and said, “Okay, tell me honestly, did they poke fun at us politicians?” “What do you mean?” asked Mr Bean. “I mean did they tell any political jokes?” “No, I was expecting that but they said the problem with political jokes is that they get elected.”
Exasperated, I asked the minister, “what is big and khaki and eats politicos?”
He replied, “a big, khaki politico eater.”
In a last ditch attempt, I asked, “do you agree with what the faujis are doing?” The minister took me aside and whispered in my ear, “Mian Saab, an argument with them is like a software license agreement. At the end, you ignore everything and click I AGREE.”
Zaalim samaaj
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