Wages of sin
If this isn’t an object lesson in the wages of sin, we don’t know what is. The once mighty Quaid-e-Qiwam, resident of London for long years, at the very mention of whom many in Karachi quaked in their shoes, is now at the mercy of British law enforcement. We hear he has to bear the indignity of wearing an ankle bracelet imbedded with a microchip which monitors his movement. It is said that he can’t leave his home between 9 pm and 9 am, his passport has been taken from him and there are security cameras trained on his home. These restraints are owed to the hate speech he’s accused of.
None of this has restrained the Q-e-Q from appealing to the Indian strongman Mr Emm to grant him citizenship of the Republic. And back at the ranch in Karachi, vast properties have been discovered under cover of a charitable foundation, the values of which are estimated at billions of rupees. The newly minted leadership of the Quaid’s erstwhile party is now trying to wrest control of these properties. And so it goes on.
Menage a trois
A senior police officer disappeared from Lahore a few weeks ago, allegedly having killed his lawyer friend “over a business dispute”. Our mole says the motive was more complicated. Apparently, the lawyer and the officer hailed from the same Punjabi town, went to school together and more importantly, shared the same deviant tastes. These ranged from depraved group behaviour to drug abuse. Our mole confirms that the officer had two wives; the second wife apparently lived in a ménage a trois with her husband and the lawyer. Something went wrong with the latter arrangement, says our informant, leading to a fatal falling out.