Not a details man
We hear The Great Khan has said time and again that he is “not a details man”. What this means is that he cannot be bothered to examine issues, get to grips with them and take informed decisions. Never has done. He could throw a ball at stumps and swing a bat; he could be a poster boy for a fund raiser but plan, administer, manage, regulate, oversee and govern he certainly could not. An insider says that he does not read files but simply signs on, only to discover later what was at stake. And then, there is furious back peddling and fire fighting.
No can do
A notification was doing the rounds this week, pertaining to the sale of the Roosevelt Hotel in Manhattan. After a storm was kicked up, given the sorry state of our national carrier which owns the said hotel, there was backtracking. We know hear that A Sad Age has announced that there will be no sale of the hotel, prompted no doubt by The Boyz, because it is at their desk that the buck stops for everything this government does. Or does not do.
Auditions
A few auditions have taken place, we hear, for the leader of the dispensation that is to come. They say Some Row harder than others, and are likely to win the boat race. Others say the Make Doom of Multan has too many powerful detractors to make it to finishing line, ditto A Sad Age whom The Boyz sacked last year at Mr T’s prompting. Don’t underestimate the Dark Horse, who may have something to do with the late lamented Big Ben’s party.
Mango diplomacy
Crates of mangoes are flying thick and fast between Isbad, Sindh and Punjab, on the usual seasonal mango diplomacy. The Punjabi mangoes come mostly from the Seraiki belt, sent by the politicos and grandees of Multan and surrounds. But the presentation and picking that beats them all is the mango munificence of Bilawal House. The crates are imprinted with Sindhi ajrak and the mangoes are manna from heaven.