A hike to eternity........ Allah debased

I normally blog about the problems of the whole white world, Asians included. This time its a concoction of a bewilderingly pleasant experience, asserting that I am not a psycho pervert who cannot stand a lukewarm glass of milk, and about the atrocious society called Neighbourhood Beggars Unlimited to India (NBUI).

First come second and the first phrase of the title, I have been an integral part of two weddings and nobody's funeral for the past one month. Exasperating, as it may seem, the whole experience left me more enriched than wasted - when you have a wife like mine no experience is boring, atleast for the time being. Couple of my childhood bumchums got to walk down the aisle and were strapped up for the longest walk of their life with their respective counterparts. One in my very own backyard high school church, which I religiously never attended during those technicolor years. The other one was a climb, a mighty long one. Well, I rested my hopes on the subdued horses of a hatchback and a composed driver. Importantly, the big guy in a golden temple atop the hill, who demands your flowing locks as a gift, professed enough care that I safely reached him. The weddings were awesome and the food delighted me - Vegeterian Brahmin and Non- Vegeterian Christian, booze included. For once, the self professed dietician in me took a hike elsewhere and I felt ecstasy with every morsel of grain I had. Come on, how many people start an experience of two weddings with shaking a leg to a ritual called Murfah (pity you all who dont know about it) and conclude it with a pilgrimage, remniscient of the Garden of Eden, in the dewiest and mistiest of winter morns?

Oh, when I talked about nobody's funeral, I am talking about the 'average Junaid' in Pakistan - the downtrodden but a proud nation of effervescent, religious zealots. Junaid, you are dead. You are a piece of pinkish purple cloth and plastic being played adroitly by a non-civilian puppeteer; no rights, no pride and no possession. Governments remorsefully are formed and constitutions painfully are ammended as per the whims of the local Nero. Uniformly, the sedentary mousefaced appearance of the uniform guy is going to get you, effectively manipulating your lifestyle. The white-veiled baroness, daughter of the last real Sultan of masses, who is brokering power with the Prez Parvez is prima facie to the welcome flames of the not-so-happy welcomers. Some herioc welcome for the so-called heroine whose philadering husband can vouch for. The exiled baldie, whose whereabouts are unknown to his own shadow, is hoarsen with suppressed shouts of freedom and all the hoopala. pa:kIsta:n - The land of the pure can be recoined as pakI:stan - The land of shit (Synonym sourced from a simply-south language - Telugu) . Dengirated souls squabbled for nooks of protection whilst being mute spectators to the blasts from the past, present and represent. All pandemonium had to happen after the holiest month of Ramadan. Well, Allah almost died in your country and he is not very proud of it.