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Coming to Stone Age
M. Anwar
"We're going to bomb back to the Stone Age," Musharraf says Armitage, a long distance call, through various eras and five oceans. I do not know the facts of the case, but I like to think that it is past midnight, about 3 hours and the president is awakened from his dream of light, only just arrived and the start of 

    to be treasured. For the president works late, work hard like him. From your desk to your bed, do a little stop in your mini-bar. It considers its options for a second then becomes a local brand of beer, a few meters from his house, right in the heart of the Islamic Republic of Pakistan. (God forbid, I should add, lest I blow into pieces by the partisans on both sides of the conflict). 

After a while the call comes. Musharraf desire just then shrugged his shoulders, tightened his belt around his waist gown with a false sense of security and returned to bed, muttering some colors interjection on the road. That would have been better, perhaps, that the ingestion of this poison slow. Now, the American war on terror has been internalized in Pakistan, has become its own. It is not cancer, as noted by our new and very bright, but the auto-immune president. The body is attacked because it is not working properly, the malfunction has been for too long. In fact, the only role he has done is "normal." 

Ideas can give birth to nations, but the ideas do not hold, not for long, either. Ideologies are the province of stomachs well fed, warm and loving hugs beds. Deprive the body of this long and despair that produces the most destructive force on earth. Is it a surprise that Africa has the highest incidence of genocide? Why is violence more brutal in the post-colonial nations? 

I can not remember when I first heard of the Taliban. I guess that just seeps into our collective Pakistani without much turbulence. Although, I can say from my generation that came after the introduction of martial law. "Martialaa" was delivered in a slight discomfort, with dejected heads swinging from side to side. It was like a recurrence of a stubborn wart cures that challenges and creates deeper, more sinister disorders. However, children raised in an image of something big, imposing and fearful. General Zia himself. Even now I can not think of martial law without mentioning his image in my head, which is not a pleasant experience by any standard. Zia gave us the martialaa the Taliban. I wonder if he was threatened too. Perhaps even too general Ayub. It is not necessary that he himself has threatened since Jinnah was dying of tuberculosis anyway. Mountbatten and although he did not know he wanted to Gandhi and Nehru did not care, the CIA should have known. Then, Liaquat Ali Khan, was murdered and the case remains open. The murderer's motives remain unclear. 1n 1965, Fatima Jinnah not so mysteriously lost Ayub. Although it had general support, the elections were not held through direct vote. Bhutto has its own "do-it-is-a-terrible-for-example, that" call Kissinger. Somehow, all the popular leaders of Pakistan have been killed or have been removed from power. The instrument is properly the Pakistan Army. It is absolutely wrong to suggest that a vacuum of leadership, such unlimited powers granted to the Army. The vacuum was created. Why? There are no definitive answers. Perhaps Pakistan was never created to serve people living within its borders. Perhaps the forces that allowed him to come into existence a bargain - "here, have fun with the freedom to label, but will continue to serve us." And now, we have increased the white man's burden by allowing the men crazy with a rocket launcher to run through our streets and the white man is too ready to dispose of their duties. The white man's burden is the heart of darkness. That has no redeeming quality. 

The tragicomedy that is developing in Pakistan has no parallel. Much more fun is the commentary on it. A writer for the New York Times suggests that the attack on the Sri Lanka team was orchestrated by the Pakistani authorities to show the Indians that Pakistan itself is a victim of terrorism. How to counter that logic and maintain self-respect? As if it needed any proof. Furthermore, Mukherjee should have shattered the illusion of solidarity to the Pakistani authorities can have naïve entertained. It would be simplistic to suggest that India has no hand in what is happening in Pakistan as well as incorrect to deny any involvement of "elements of Pakistan" attacks in Mumbai. After all, the Indian authorities found a bottle of Ahmed Mango Pickle in the vessel used by terrorists. The terrorist who had the ability to maintain a city hostage for 72 hours did not have the sense to dump the bottle into the sea. Like the 9-11 hijacker who "forget" your air line manual in Arabic for a taxi after a last-minute cramming. It will not be long before some evidence of a Pan bihari is released and Lahore.
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Swat Deal
M. Anwar
Suppose for a moment that the peace agreement in Malakand is sustainable and meets the needs of the population especially in Malakand Swat. Let us assume that for some time over the years of fighting in Swat, which has caused irreparable loss valley in terms of property and life, was 

    for Nazam-e-Adl Regulation, and suppose that the government has achieved great success by accepting the demands of the people of Swat.

The questions and fears, despite assuming the lasting operation, are still unanswered and unaddressed. 

The first fear is that what will become of the compensation of losses of the people of Swat were inflicted with. Its properties were destroyed, loved ones dead, damaged infrastructure, education in danger, morale was devastated. Let the government and the militants to sign the peace agreement, and let them bring the Nizam-i-Adl, in practice, but the question still want an answer like that is liable for loss of human and physical and that the collateral damage waiver. If the government or the militants, but the first is the sole authority to bring the perpetrators to the entrance of justice. 
Government can do that? Is uncertain. Because if the government wants to punish the militants against the atrocities they have committed will not be possible due to two reasons: the government has agreed to accept the brutal armed forces and the militants as a way accepted, and secondly those who are responsible for atrocities are so powerful that it will resume the armed struggle in his case is asked to explain their crimes. 

The second fear is lack of trust between the two parties involved in the operation. The government seems to live in a fool's paradise. It has been assumed that the prerequisite of Swat, in relation to daily life will not change. The militants were satisfied with the judicial system under the new regulation Adl. Is uncertain. They definitely set your car, forcing the people to shape their lives according to the version of religion to join the militants. Do not allow any kind of recreation in the valley. Strict rule of the burka should be imposed on people. 
People will be forced to obey orders militant otherwise either leave the valley or face dire consequences. 

Last vibrant life of the valley reaches a position yet. People inside the country and not visit the valley. Thus, the valley is virtually cut off from the state general activities of the country. The valley, therefore, excluded from behind in all spheres of life of the trade to education. Social interaction with the rest of the people of Pakistan no longer in the valley. The economy will face a devastating reduction. Investors would not dare to go to the valley so there is more unemployment, and finally the people of Malakand is in favor of cities. 

Thirdly, SWAT will be a lesson for other regions of the country. Has already given the message that Pakistan can make its application accepted only by means of weapons and brute force. These insurgencies are likely to increase in the rest of Pakistan. This abetting reactionaries and other marginalized segments of society to increase the weapons to force the state to meet its demands. 

It is a fact that over the past 61 years the Pakistani state has been doing nothing for its people. Governments come and go, but the fate of the population saw no change. On the contrary more people are attacked, exploited, denied their basic rights. Only a small number of the population becomes richer and richer every day. 

And finally, there are ample opportunities to Swat that it would become a haven for militancy. That courts are powerful enough to denounce the holding training camps as unislamic Swat and against the interests of the people of Pakistan. The hope is mere stupidity.

The government had no solution to the issue. It is very clear that it has signed the agreement in absolute helplessness and frustration. It has done so on an ad hoc basis, and this is the devil adhocism mother in Pakistan. 

And let's dream for a while. The peace that comes there as a permanent and durable, and Adl Regulation is accepted only in the field of law and justice, the lawsuit pending in courts for decades ruling in days, and daily life is unaffected, education continues, development agencies and encouraged his job after saying that this example should be tested throughout Pakistan.
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Is it Indipendence
M. Anwar
Fiction mémoire 
It was raining. It is too cold, every drop, I was thinking. What were you doing here? Here in this city, the humidity, so I liked it a secret. Often this question as you walk through its most street Fremont Avenue. But I liked walking on it because it gave me slight feeling of satisfaction. 

    A strange feeling indeed, considering that I had not made any money in the 8 months since I had left. To my horror, I realized I was in a scam to conne a job. I could not go back, I was very proud ... I was my own man after all. Besides I do not think it could have been able to sustain the shame of it all. Why? I was too naive and ignored everyone that told me I was crazy to do. I replied shrugging off what he says and make up stories about the glories of this new work. I did not want to hear the negativity. I just wanted to go out and be a man and live like I was destined to live. Soon, however, has become the conscious and subconscious deception in its place, I began to believe my story. I bought into the dreams and all I could think about was getting my own place. 

Here was the plan: the installation in a shop relatives initially, and then after my first paycheck I was going to move to an apartment in the heart of the city proper, with exposed beams and bare brick walls, I have dream of a lifetime. Next on the list is the removal of my old car with its windshield cracked, its four-cylinder oscillating, has managed to survive the loss of travel. The car had served its purpose and would not need more, because now she will live in the center. And nobody in their right mind needs a car in the middle, right? Duh! All we had was a need to move the train and bus. Where I go, well go to work near ... perhaps for the occasional trip to the airport and any random place for a weekend, or maybe the return trip to the publication home to visit my family and the rest of my family, such as nephews and nieces, who I bring gifts of money to pay my first position. All this was not far from the truth, if I had a job. 

It rained and I had crossed the 43 Fremont Ave. My head with his thinning hair is sufficient punishment, but the wind did its worst cold steps scraped my scalp dry. "Haircut Suh for you?" Which had started to walk past a nasty puddle when a man standing outside a barber shop grinningly offered me to come within one. I looked at him puzzled wondering if there was some sense by looking at my hair in the hundreds of people walked by with complete sets of hair, had to ask myself. It was very annoying and kind of things that you push down on a day when you no longer need it. I walked past him without answering. You meet strangers in Fremont Ave. Once he was walking and the man dressed as a traditional eighteenth-century Englishmen stopped me and asked about directions to the "best seat in town for tea." I had the crazy English accent, while completely immersed in his character. With people like that, you can never be sure, by giving him a strange look and then gave instructions on how to reach the nearest Starbucks. 

Even wondered what the hell I had gotten into me as I did the errands: a part-time work he had done until after quitting the "free concert." After learning that it would not be offset by my movement, and do not get any compensation at all, I was distraught and lifeless. I met a man who gave me a narrow ten hours that I have accepted. I was not an option, is an office job and is better than nothing. 

In fact I had many options. My options were either to take this "job" to find work in a fast food restaurant, or go home to question, investigate the eyes of friends and family. Creditors came to me at full speed on all sides then. I had come out of school 9 months and 6 months before the grace period on loans for college is way past. The people of the old bank loan could not wait any longer seemed to me $ 100 a month. They seemed very needy, and annoyingly persistent memories of friendship with their e-mail weekly, biweekly, monthly, via e-mail reminders and randomly at any time of day on my cell phone. Sometimes I dream at night of the school's creditors loans kindly asking me to pay my bills. At least be polite. Besides them, I had not paid the fees on my credit card over the past months. It seemed that they were not getting panicked my 40 bucks a month more for the hungry and needy banks paid. Of course, then my cell phone company bills as each wave surprised me with their outrageous charges that made me mad, then sad, then depressed, then accepting the abuse. 

I left the job, and faced once again the wind to reach the bus station. Here is another amazing fact: Since I moved to this city, I could not even sell my car. My car made here, but due to lack of payment, and depleting me, I did not get to the mechanics for regular checkups. This is a terminal patient, how much they knew ... but even they have little money for the review of new creation. One day, by chance, even before I got on the freeway, I realized the heat was measured beyond the abnormally normal abnormal marks the halfway point. The needle is resting andalusia slapping the bottom of the screen, well before the end of the red mark. My old car. I was tempted to quit, but could be a loud-mouth no assurance of my independence. Was entitled under the name of a relative, and authorities would have immediately sent a letter to come pick up your car left, which led him to suspect the obvious, and then saying the rest of the family. I decided to do to my drive. That's when I started taking the bus. There is no shame in taking the bus or the train and guess. But hell has no fury, you would miss the bus, that my world collapsed to a miserable halt. 

Sometimes I accepted the fact that I am only prolonging the inevitable. I expected to lose my last and back to the family. What questions would I have done all this time? Why could not get a job anywhere? For shame everyone, then, to "fix" my resume, my failure to learn to be successful anywhere. So my point is, I understand that and I'm just not good at being independent. I can make an excuse, but it would be another farce. After all, you are a product of decisions made. 

Therefore, I am here - not in the humid city, but also - and sit still. I look outside a coffee and go on living lies. I sleep with a woman who meet, children to me naked, I will buy the house, not the life I live with my independence.
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Rain of November
M. Anwar
Lahore is beautiful in November. Mornings are warm and sunny and nights are still cool, somehow, very inviting. 

I've always waited for November rain. Brings with it, recalls the past. And wash away the sorrow. And it goes with you, a feeling. Therefore, prices and content. 

I woke up 

    until the sound of water. Rain. There was. That delicious, musky, the smell of my homeland in November rain. And I just knew my day would be okay. 

It took a while for me to get out of bed. Extremely vague. Possibly genetic. I got up and drew the curtains. For a moment in time over whelming, I thought it would be skinny dipping. Or, in this case, dancing naked in the rain. But the thought of otherwise. My neighbors might be watching. It was after all Lahore. 

Sh * t, shave and shower - all in that order please. My daily ritual. Time for my jeans, my shirt and my regular regular pair of red shoes. A guy has to be underground. Dig? 

It is still raining at the time I went down to my regular daily cup of Lipton tea. I'm just an ordinary plain old. I am 26. Still unemployed. Polite, "Yes quite enough. I mean if you have an understanding of the anchors of accents in a Pakistani English Channel. 

I loved slurping my tea when nobody was watching. A fetish, you see. Also, what was not Lipton Lahore? 11:14 am. I grabbed my keys and limited Cuore out. 

In mid-Model Town Mall to the highway, I remembered that I had left my Dunhill Lights in the bed. Sh * t!. I just hope my mom did not discover them. Yes, I live with my parents. I am the whole package is not I?. 

Anyway I was going to meet a friend at a bank of first class shopping center. My dear father had pulled some strings for me an interview with the manager in the bank a "formality" as the man kept repeating over the telephone. He told me to come occasionally, with the "casual Friday" and all. 

Please be informed, I am single by choice and the unemployed. I refused to work for someone who was less intelligent than I, which occurred in almost all cases. And detested the notion of "Safarish, a Lahori endemic to get a job in a" top "of the Bank. Of course, parents with "Lambay Haath" were mandatory and a prerequisite for a successful life in Lahore. Means to an end, you see. 

Thus, although theirs was a truly Farin (foreign) graduate, and also from a top university, I was unemployed by choice. 

I like to think that women are too intimidated to get hitch. I mean it was an "attention", as my mother reminds me every day. So women do not take interest in me by my appearance, seemed out of the question. He had to be something else. Anyway, I was too lazy to get romantically involved with anyone and make the effort. Furthermore, how could someone as unemployed as I pay a friend in Lahore? It was just me and my baby Dunhills. 

The rain was light in the channel of the unit, even more beautiful then it already was. I stopped halfway to my Khokhar in a smoke. "Dip, Dip, Dip 'n Sip, I realized the campaign Lipton around Lahore. Huge billboards. I think the boy knew. Afro hair. I was more than a Dip, Dip' n Sip type. Dips 3 were too strong for my taste. 

The interview was 12ish. Could afford to be late, my father is a "well connected" men in Lahore. And yet, my younger sister's lead Cuore. I think it could be another reason that I was still single. 

Although the rain was light, the roads were very slippery. And empty. I had a sudden desire to make a 360 'but I said to myself 26. A-levels, so there's more. Also, I was listening to Bono's version of "Summer Wine." 

My November rain followed me all the way to shopping center. I was in a good mood. The phone rang. Picked. And the director made me more traffic. Apparently, one could not talk on the phone, drive and smoke all at once. Especially in malls. Using mobile while driving was banned. I insisted I was sober enough to multitask. I leave you with a warning slip. And, of course, I used my "my-dad-is-a-big-shot" card. I congratulated myself for being a hypocrite in times of trouble. Note to self: no cell phones at Mall Road. 

I was only 10 minutes late and went to the first floor where the interviews were conducted. I arrived and I realized that it took "casual Friday" a little by chance. All other "possible candidates for the job" is wearing. I mean it was like a Lahori Walima. And I looked the oldest. Good. 

Apparently, I was going to go last. So I went down and smoke a few Chit Chat with my friend. At the moment my back, which was only three of us left. I went and sat next to a little girl, picked up an old magazine and a few pages back.

"The man in the shelter to walk along the sidewalk in the heavy rain - the home of a long way to go - you have to seek shelter for the night. His hunger is unbearable for all he had for the day was a great cup of tea. " Boring story. I started playing snake on my cell phone. 

Tea. I wanted my regular cup of Lipton tea. I got up to talk to the lady at the reception. Flirted with it a little and left my tea-instar. The office of the child would be more right, I was told. With a smile. I went back and sat down. And observed, was the only one without a resume. "Sh * t!. 

Since it was supposed to be the last to enter, there is plenty of time. Firstly my regular cup of tea and then I go to print my resume via my dear friend's log-in. Well took me about a strange reason for not USB. 

"Light" for the little girl and "strong" to the man sitting beside. Not the perfect combination. A full spectrum. The office boy scampered off. 

So we started talking. I mean the three of us. I heard he was a Social Science major Neha were offered on weekends in some NGOs. The guy seemed ambitious. He was an MBA in France. A little too pompous. And loud. 

I told them that I graduated from a local university in Multan. The set of "Hello, I am a graduate of Yale" routine that they have beaten very hard. You see, I also have this strange habit of creating scenarios and experiment with people. No I was not a psychology. I actually majored in economics at Yale. Summa Cum Laude baby! Besides that I had believed when I was celebrating "casual Friday" in a job interview?. 

Perfect for tea time. I noticed how my hypothesis that personality could be judged by the choice of tea, it was very acceptable at 1% level of significance. "Light" for the kind, shy girl and "strong" for the ambitious type. And for me-Regular. As always. Life can really be this simple. 

We were interrupted when the strong-and was called in. Neha was supposed to go now. In another 10 minutes. She puts the cup of tea on the arm of his chair and bent down to pick up your resume. Before he could warn her, dragged her and the cup of tea, as light as his personality was spilled on his clothes. She could not believe all this is happening to it, not when the clock was ticking too fast. And like all women, panic began. A little too much. I calmed down and offered to go first, while it was dry. 

So basically I left without a resume. I saw the manager holding too casual Friday. He was not wearing no tie. Went well. The interview. I avoided some of the same questions. A graduate of Yale, in Pakistan. Why? How could you say that, while I was there, my mother suffered from recurring nightmares of her marriage with an only child "Gori" and never return. I told him I loved Lahore too far for too long. So I took to be a little hard to move headquarters in Karachi. I never bothered to correct. 

At the moment I have at home, it was dark. The rain had stopped. After the interview, my friend had pushed for a gymkhana game of squash and a quick bite to eat afterwards. He had called in sick at the Bank. 

Nobody was home. I assumed my mother was in a "Kitty party" a group of pseudo-linkage of aunts and their children to suggest names for your future grandchildren. More than a mouthful sandwiches. I had no idea that the rest of the family. 

I sprawl in front of my big screen TV. Correction: My Father, a large television screen. And he became the news. What was I shocked. 

"Saab JEE, you want tea or regular light?" Akram could hardly hear, my cook. 

Shots were fired at random against the same bank where I had the interview a few hours ago. Some one had died. While going to the park. A little girl. Neha. 
I was suffocating. It could have been me. In place of it. If only it had not spilled the tea. 

I could have died today. But she did. That guy, shy, child of light. Neha. 

It started to rain again this time. My November rain. 

I finally found my voice. "Strong tea for me, please."
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India's admittance to Sufism
M. Anwar

Sufism and mysticism have become more important in the healing of social divisions and conflicts in the world today unhappy, according to a visiting professor of Indian history. 

Dr. Fatima Hussain of Delhi University told a conference at the Pakistan Academy of Letters (PAL) on Wednesday that the neo-imperialism and the consumer culture, driven by unbridled capitalism, has fueled the conflict on all sides, forcing people to adopt violent means to seek redress of injustice. 

He said that Sufism always a way out, at least in the context of South Asia, where Sufi mystics and divine, regardless of their faith, for centuries have been devoted to lovers of humanity, serving the people. 
He noted that Sufis in the region proved to be effective, and explained that the Koran and Islamic teachings in the vocabulary of ordinary people. "The Koran is written in Arabic that many people did not understand and, therefore, that the Sufi understanding of words near the holy people," he said referring to the works of the Sufi order Chishtia. 

Dr Fatima said that at times of challenge used Sufi stories, music and romance as assistants to their interpretation. 

He said that the current intellectual propensity was to debunk the pretext of religion that has caused bloodshed throughout history and serves to divide rather than unite people. 
In such an environment, the role of religion in popular form of mysticism has taken on a scale hitherto unknown, he said. 

"My personal opinion, as a student of comparative religion, is very different because all of the religion of the world, be it Judaism, Christianity, Islam, Hinduism, Buddhism or Sikhism, was born with a noble intention. It is only when it became pedantic and are increasingly institutionalized to sanctify the political and economic designs, which were deemed oppressive and, therefore, abhorrent, "he said. 

Dr. Fatima insisted that many Sufis were very skeptical of these practices, charging that there is no essential relationship with Islam. Sometimes, individuals are defined as the Sufis, but not as Muslims, in response to the universality of mystical experience and the particularity of ecstatic Sufi paths to this experience. 
He said that in the literary and linguistic landscape of southern Asia, throughout history, the regional languages flourished in a complex interaction with the language of the ruling elite. In this context also, Sufis played a very important, as preached in the common language of the collective. 

While the political and religious elite spoke to people, the Sufis talk to people, while the imposition of the conceptual structures of Islam through the use of popular ideas that were already in existence. 

The Sufi teachings of human brotherhood, peaceful coexistence, equality and service to humanity, provided fertile ground for bridging the gap between various religious and linguistic communities in South Asia. 

Fakher Zaman PAL Chairman and Professor Khwaja Masud also spoke on the occasion. The procedures were performed by Zaheer-ud-Din Malik. 

Dr. Fatima Hussain, whose books include next Lahore: The City of Love and Relationships Sultanate-Sufi, was introduced by Prof. Khwaja Masud bouquets, Professor Alamgir Hashmi, Rao Aslam, Secretary National Book Foundation, Haleem Qureshi, Iqbal Hussain Ifkar of Pashto Adabi Society, Manz Naqvi, poet and singer Dr. Amjad Pervaiz and Zaheer-ud-Din Malik.
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At least you did it, Mr.President
M. Anwar

As long advocated the complete reversal of the actions of Command November 3, 2007, as one who protested (if possible) his dismissal together at 20, some 80 days, much more engaged members of civil society and the families of "disappeared" also joined the peaceful protest, I have to thank the President and his henchmen to make the Long March success exactly five days before it even started! 

You must be a special kind of goof to do what this government has done, especially in the days of live TV. 

Think back to the images from the Karachi-Hyderabad Super Highway toll elderly beating, battered women and their screaming dupattas torn from their heads, and large, sturdy Loutsa the Sindh police literally lifted her feet and throwing in prison vans. 

I can not say the number of lawyers and their supporters have come to the toll after many hundreds have been arrested in Karachi, but since the government of the panic reaction that certainly seemed there were thousands of them. That night we saw the brave and valiant Ali Ahmad Kurd stage a sit-in in Baluchistan and Sindh borders, and that his party had not been allowed entry into Sindh. The next day he was discharged from his flight to Islamabad, which was also canceled for good measure. Why is the government so frightened by the love of God? That the heavens have fallen if the march had been allowed to proceed? 

Judging by the measures taken by the government then I thought. And how much pain these actions gave the people who bear the brunt of the financial year. In particular, operators of container trucks were commandeered random security czar Rehman Malik and his sense subordinate to its use as road blocks. As many as seven days before the 16th, the day when the Long March has started from Peshawar and the northern Punjab, I saw three containers on the side of the road from my village of Wah highway. 

The driver had left behind what is known in the world truck as cleanders' ( 'clean' of course, double as drivers dogsbodies and understudies in a) and guard their cargo in cargo containers. I know because they were curious about these young men dressed in civvies lolling on the side of the road and stopped to talk to them. 

GOLLY theirs was a story of woe! No food, no water, no miles dhaba where they could buy something to eat and drink. One of them had no money either. Another was concerned because his truck's refrigeration generator had run out of gas and had a load of butter and cream on board! Although I knew I could help her Czar Malik reprehensible acts that could not leave the kids hungry and took a nearby store to buy some provisions. I will not repeat what he had to say about the federal government and the (apparently) Run It! 

And so goes Malik Zar on its merry way, the perpetually-surprised to see Turkey in the face, extending in the chaos and the land. I mean just look at the statements being made about an imminent attack in Islamabad, and a take-off from the federal government. From what I know of lawyers movement, complete and absolute rubbish putrefaction. Never in the two years that these brave men and women have been on the streets to throw a stone at anyone. 

Juxtapose this man immediately Sherry Rehman, who is a gentlewoman who is finally tired of the shenanigans of the President and the clique around him and resigned from the cabinet on the grounds that the government put restrictions on other reaction channels private television. I pay tribute to her, and as someone who has served in the past to the great body politic of Pakistan People's Party called for good in the fourth century, ask if there is more that she should be up here with the shenanigans. Shahnaz Wazir Ali straight friend comes to mind. 

I would be remiss if I did not mention that great gentleman Raza Rabbani also with appreciation. He also could no longer accept the complete absorption of his party by interlopers and carpetbaggers. I pay tribute to him to resign his cabinet position as leader of the house in the Senate, and ask again if there are no more gentlemen in the party who will stand up like him, and say enough is enough. Good Farhatullah Babar comes immediately to mind. 

I must hurry now to the Long March, and to advise members of the U.S. Congress you want to bind even more economic assistance to Pakistan for access to Dr. AQ Khan to request access to senior army generals of Pakistan, which are closely related to our project bum, too. As everyone knows Charlie and aunt, Dr. Khan can not go to the bathroom without 17 'agencies' to know exactly where and when, and what he was doing there. 

In the end, another heartfelt "thanks" to President Zardari to make more effective the Long March of what could never have been. By the why not appoint those who speak well and comely Firdaus Ashiq Awan, Sheikh Rashid, the women of his party, as minister of information instead of the soft-spoken Kaira? It better represents the new CPP. 

So, the meaning has dawned on Mr President, the Maximum Leader, that the attacks of terror in the hearts of men of his party and women. My Lord Chaudhry will be reinstated to the "retirement" of Dogar on March 21, 2009. It was not until the crowd who joined the caravan of Nawaz Sharif that Islamabad had sent the proverbial cat in the loft of the new CPP, and several other cats in other dovecotes too, especially in Gujrat Sharif. 

I'm not completely optimistic, however, however, and make this request of the Maximum Leader: not too smart by half cheat, please. The country can not afford and can not. I would also like to suggest that Awan, Rehman, Khosa, Naek and Taseer should reconsider their positions and fall on their swords, but this lot has swords in it? Swords were carried by only honorable as samurai warriors. 

Oh, Mr President, sorry, at Sherry Rehman and Raza Rabbani and ask to meet with the PM or cabinet. They are just the two of them in parliament to do its part proud. This piece will not be complete without the assessment of Mr. Nawaz Sharif congratulating Mr. Asif Zardari and the PM for the restoration of the CJ, and offered to work with them in the future. What else can the Democrats in our poor country to ask?
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Fear is Stranger no more
M. Anwar
I know this has been written about the recent press friend Ayaz Amir but I promise that I had written about him last week as an epilogue that could not go because he had already exceeded my word limit. So here goes: 

There was this Chappie, see, that was hauled up before the panchayat (village council of elders) to an offense for which he was sentenced to 100 or 100 to eat or get onions whacks at the bottom followed by the people with the chowkidar the chowkidar jutti. To prevent himself the indignity of having to lie face down and is administered whacks, the fellow offered to eat onions. 

Five onion later, when his eyes began to convey to his ears and smoke, the man said that instead of being overcome. Five hard whacks down, said he does not eat onions. And so it was until the idiot had eaten all the onions I got 100 all 100 whacks. 

Therefore, it has been with the new CPP in the restoration of My Lord Iftikhar Chaudhry and his brother judges, not only was the target of the wrath of the people when he refused repeatedly to comply with its own solemn promises by writing, but it became an object of derision when it caved in after hitting all those attitudes. In fact, it's looking pretty pathetic right now. 

Furthermore, it is not as if there were some voices of moderation within the party as regards the person of His Honor, almost all of the top of "leadership" of the New PPP weighed against them no means certain. Name him or her, and she did everything to the garbage man. 

Take only Fauzia Wahab, the information secretary of the party (I ask). When asked Hamid Mir on the television talk show for many months if he thought that the chief justice must be restored she smiled shyly and said, emphatically, "no". Take glib Babar Awan, or Naek or Khosa or Gabol, or whoever - all of various said: "Former CJ can not be restored through an executive order," "He has made himself controversial" "He has made himself politically," and so on, ad vomitum. 

Now every one has the nerve to actually say his party has always been in favor of the restoration of His Honor, who were just waiting for retirement Dogar, since there could be two CJS. This is absurd as we all know and calluses. Because if that was the only reason why it was (to take just one example) My Lord Ramday not restored as promised? He had nothing to do with being CJ Dogar. 

It is tripe and is it not absurd, this new and quite untenable position taken by the new CPP? When, and its new leadership, even begin to understand that is very thin ice, because it's stupidly stubborn way to manage what was (and is still now) one of the most serious crisis facing our country after the East Pakistan tragedy? 

When will the new CPP understand the power of the media, especially television channels that beam independent news and current affairs in our homes 24 hours a day, seven days a week? When you understand that it is not possible to put pressure on cable operators to move a channel from 12 to 92, with no consequences? As I asked before, there is a foot and the majority with respect to Mr. Zardari tell the truth? 

In some accounts he is an intelligent man, so does himself Asif Zardari did not see what is happening in the country, which is changing rapidly, and to chart a new course outside of itself and its New PPP? Do not feel the luxury of a carpet that is under their feet moving? In the immortal words of the immortal Bob Dylan song is all now baby blue: "The carpet too is moving under you ', Mr. President. 

Although we should not be overly concerned with the internal works of the New PPP, what does affect us all. Because, above all, is the largest political party in the country which is represented in all provinces, and certainly does not deserve the treatment they are receiving from their so-called leadership. Pakistan needs like no other political forces to combat the threat, almost upon us, most terrible Taliban storm. 

I still believe that was delivered to Mullah Swat too easy, too fast, and like many others in the country and abroad I am firmly of the view that parts of our security establishment that are part of the glove with the extremists made this possible transfer. Too many stories, was also seen many cases where the security forces simply did nothing when the terrorists were going to kill people on that under the nose of the troops stationed a few meters from the grisly events. 

Well, folks, prepare for the next assault on everything that is of constitutional order in the country in the not too distant future. Quetta is said to be almost within reach of terrorists, many say they are about to declare Sharia there. I believe that large areas of the city are off-limits for women and just wondering when exactly the first girls' schools were flown there. 

After Quetta, in southern Punjab where, by all indications, are the worst and most cold-blooded of the Taliban in Swat, after which Lahore. I fear that the morning will wake Lahore decapitated bodies hanging upside down in Mozang Chungi. Data Durbar or outside. Or at Liberty Chowk where a dress rehearsal has already been done in the shameful attack on the cricket team in Sri Lanka. 

Amid all this president Salman Taseer to continue with their outrageous behavior and Tamasha, denying the majority party to form a government and will insist that only allow a session of the provincial assembly, where two parties form a coalition. What is he, please? If there is word that crossing is illegal, the law take its course and disbar those who violate constitutional provisions. Why you should call a session of the provincial assembly remain the prerogative of one man? Especially one that has fallen flat on its face on several occasions? 

In any case, what makes Salman Taseer has great qualities we recommend that you represent the New PPP in Punjab? There are many gentlemanly figures within the party that would be more appropriate, more graceful, more mature, much more loyal to the party and for democracy, this adolescent reckless. For the first time in my life, I fear for our country. My Lord Chaudhry has done his job for him. May the Good Lord protect him and guide him.
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Money is all our leaders want...
M. Anwar
What is the projected budget deficit of $ 1.85 billion American mind? In numbers, it becomes like this: $ 1,850,000,000,000. O followed by 185 zeros ten. In recent months we have had so many numbers thrown at us by governments, banks and the collapse of hedge funds that can be excused for forgetting that they all represent almost unimaginable amounts of money. Money, indeed, that has lost all of a sudden, almost like the disappearance of the mountains in a large black hole. 

Of holders and balances, these huge losses are now visible in the store and approached unoccupied houses in countries worldwide. Fortunately, countries such as Pakistan have been partially insulated from the evaporation of liquidity that has frozen the banking systems of many developed countries. However, a sharp decline in demand for exports from developing countries has destroyed jobs indiscriminately. And this rise in unemployment is having a huge impact on national economic activity and consumption. 

But in the developed world is that the recession was biting deeper. How to reduce the size of firms in a desperate effort to stay afloat, suddenly hundreds of thousands are unemployed. Professional middle class, accustomed to a comfortable lifestyle, are increasingly found in the streets, unable to pay the rent. Children who were studying in England some of the best schools have been transferred to state schools. The best restaurants are offering deals that would have been impossible just a few months ago. 

We have been out of England for more than four months, but have had a succession of friends coming to stay there with us in Sri Lanka. Without exception, they all advised to stay away as long as we can. They have also given graphic accounts of neighborhoods, friends suddenly have to cancel the holiday and the families struggling to make a living. All the high streets have witnessed well-known retailers raise their blinds. Bankers are being turned into social occasions. 

In the U.S., economic epicenter of the merger, the plight of the people is even more painful. After years of growing prosperity, millions are out of jobs and employment. The pain is palpable. For these people to see well-heeled fat cats, widely perceived as the cause of your misery, get obscene bonuses in the midst of the wreck has caused tax is like a red rag to a bull. 

Recent developments in the giant insurance company American International Group, has provided the world (and President Obama) an idea of the depth of the anger that stems from Wall Street. If an institution can be said that the main cause of the current crisis, it's AIG. And if a person can be said to have caused the collapse of insurance giant, is Joseph Cassano. In a research paper entitled The Great Asunción sent March 19 by Matt Taibbi in Rolling Stone magazine, the author notes that in the three months ending December 31, 2008, the company lost $ 61.7 billion of dollars, the largest quarterly loss posted by any company anywhere. This translates into a loss of $ 27 million an hour. Taibbi writes reckless Cassano (and unreported) relates: 

"In the space of just seven years, Cassano sold about $ 500 billion of CDS [credit derivatives swaps] protection, with about $ 64 billion tied to the subprime mortgage market. AIG did not even have a fraction of that amount of cash, but do not expect to ever need reservation ... AIG was essentially huge collection of insurance premiums through the sale of the catastrophe that never come ... " 

The unit of sale of such financial instruments of mass destruction was a subsidiary called AIG Financial Products, and had 400 employees. These are the same people who were recently rewarded for their services through bonds amounting to about $ 200 million in tax money to the company to bail them out. Logically, this decision has caused unprecedented frenzy. So much so that management has warned employees not to go alone, and appointed guards for senior executives. 

Deregulation of the financial system that made possible this amazing scam was echoed in the UK where Gordon Brown copied the American model, when he was Minister of Finance. Here too, the culture of greed took over, and small, stable societies credit were allowed to turn into major banks. Large banks were in a frenzy of acquisition, morphing into giant uncontrollable. But while the markets rose, regulators turned a blind eye to these excesses. 

Financial journalists are so gung-ho. Until the end, they advise readers and viewers to buy shares in banks that were about to go belly. Risk analysts, rating agencies and internal auditors, or stay calm and collected their fees and bonuses, or warned of management, and is often shown the door of their problems. Madoff the infamous Ponzi scheme that cost investors at least $ 50 million spent despite warnings that it was all a house of cards. Similar systems have been carried out in Pakistan, and the best of my knowledge, the authors have laughed all the way to the bank. 

Both the American and British governments are trying to solve the problem of throwing money at financial institutions that caused it. AIG, for example, has used its billions of dollars in ransom paid to banks that had bought insurance for their toxic mortgages. The Treasury Department hopes that by cleaning up red-stained sheets, it will eventually revive the financial sector. I have my doubts that the economy will remain depressed until the use and demand pick up. To the extent that people sit on their money, the factories will remain underutilized, and business inventories are exhausted before taking over the production. 

Recently, Obama tried to calm the ire of some by saying he understood why people are angry, but added: "You can not govern from anger." Supposedly he did not have their life savings into shares. And certainly has not lost his job, although the current scandal has taken some of the brightness of the new presidency. Barack Obama still can not walk on water forever.
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