Muzaffarabad aur manzar!

Its not always that I fall prey to writing imprompto yet, right now I feel nothing else to do. The inhibitions and negativity within me might have subsided towards the neutral gear. Right now, I am the uncrowned king of ecstasy-land.
The memories of an unplanned, spontaneous and impulse-driven trip to northeastern highlands of the land of pure, have steered me through monotonous life of the machine, away and then back. I was part of a 2 day detour to Muzaffarabad.
Much to my remorse the road trip was anything but fun. The emetic potential of zigzag road to city was actively high and thus, took some heavy mental toughness to keep-in the contents of my stomach within, from gettin without. While the co--passengers were spilling the vomits in plastic bags, I tired to mull over the slave life that Nicholas Taleb says which I tend to live.
Nonetheless I reach the city from the capital in about 4 hours and secured plus hungry stomach. The city was an absolute delight in matter of climate if kept in comparison with Lahore. The people are marvelous and the manzar of the city is a gem!
As I reached at night I got to view the city from top, illustrated as reflective sky on land formed by settled fireflies beaming from everywhere.
Adventure was compassionately accommodated by a hospitable friend, for me and another colleague of mine.
A city where Neelam river flows from one end and Jhelum river flows from another, its just awesome to sea them both converge at Domail Bridge.
The city is tourist delight, with historic places like the Red Fort, the scenic view of a city wrapped around two different colour rivers under the mist of mountains cover with clouds and the river rock floored bazaars to roam around, plus not to forget the snow capped mountain top shrine of Pir Chinasi.
Yet the government was not as efficient as the nature itself, the city was subjected to a routine of loading shedding every hour.
Nonetheless these were wholesome two days with a pinch of Capital's centaurus mall in it on the way back.
Below are some of my shots from the trip:

The view of Muzaffarabad at night from up top

Some wornout wooden chairs at the Red Fort

Chai aur Pakoray, as tea seemed to suit more in the cool weather of the city 

View of the mountains capped with snow clouds in the morning.

Interesting vandalism of public sign boards on road.... speed limit: Jiye Bhutto!

The night stay at Muffarabad View Motel

The night glow of the Motel

The morning reflection of the city evident from the image superimposed of the glass screens

The zigzag roads snaking through the mountains

Redefining DIET at Centaurus mall

The morning view from the Motel's window

The beautiful down alley of the bazaar sprinkled over with dizzle

The ever-lightened-up Metro station of rawalphindi-islamabad

Motel website for Booking, Muzaffarabad View Motel, MVM: http://mvm.com.pk/

Heart wreck aur Bardast!

Today while I sit in front of my laptop, I don’t think of the stress related to work, jeopardies of studies or pending tasks back at home. The one element that strikes pain and fear, is that one feeling that probably once again you would be erased from someone’s memory like you never existed. Once again the one person you fell in love with, the one you felt was the one, who took care of you like no other, will forget you like you never existed. Once again one you loved for so long, will simple move on like nothing ever happened. And one thing you will be left with is hurt and a pack of smoke, to turn yourself to ashes and dust.

There is nothing glorious of a one sided love, its like you tail a car in fog till bardast karta reh aur dusrou ko paas karnay daye… you know it right then and there that they will never be part of your life and you will one day see them siding with someone else for all the ‘other’ reasons which they did not see in you. No matter how much they say it was not you or the life was cruel to them for not letting you be part of their life, you will still be alone and they will move on.

So inspite of how much pain it gives you, no matter how nice or intellect you were, you never were what your love wanted. You have a fortune of misfortune. No one will care of your loss, your family, friends or foes. It was a storm that brewed in you and has torn everything apart. Love when unfilled, stays with you longer and at times infinitely, hurts you.

So now while i sit in front of my laptop, I think of a reflex, a retrospect and a reminiscence of failure of hope, aspiration and a dream. There will be no salvation, never or even worse, ever!

So even what when you said so, ‘survive’ a heart wreck , its not like you become stronger or see within yourself a new you but instead, you see smaller scars on the original scars that were deep and much more painful at their original incursion. Its like you are getting hurt on maintenance level with a high potency fear that was initially loaded on the first heart wreck.

Or may be you are living as partly accessory of someone’s life, as their intrigue, in a world of your own imagination as love’s third world citizen. Where your disparity is your food. Where your misery is your clothes. Where your sorrow is your shelter. You are Gatsby that never made it to creating a fortune. There is no promised land of happiness for you.

On the end note, this is not eulogy but an ode, for alas, the gravestone shall not only have one’s name on it but the list of heart wrecks that raged havoc time to time. If only ones who left during the storm would ever visit and leave a mere flower for recognition of…

Sheep aur Siyasi!

The nation in hope of stability under crescent and star flag
Picture Source: https://goo.gl/HsdDU2

Ever since I took up my senses, right around the mid 90s, I was a siyasi bacha… incompatible and contrary to the statement of an ex-interior minister… this bacha was very siyasi! 

I use to not dream of the chocolate factory but of political personalities and black holes. I was so politically tuned that I could see a government go and one that’s coming. I have lists of grown ups of the time, shocked and surprised by the predictions I made in my childhood and adolescent days. There was time in high school that I wished to be a political adviser. I mean, it was more of the state of affairs gone wrong, rather then my qualifications.

Yet ever since, the last 3 decades of my life I have only seen the land of the pure under existential threat. A constant existential threat. Mulk nazuk surat e haal mein hi hota hai!

Since then, in retrospect, this is seeming more like a game card that’s played us, and shall continue to do so.

Whether it was the death of a serving military chief in early 90s, the kargil war post nuclear armament, the 2002 stand off, the mid 2000s water crisis, the post afghan war debris of terrorism in Pakistan, or current shit we are in, today. Its like a never ending saga, of f+#K we did it again!

A kid who started reading Enid Blyton ended up with the World Order of Henry Kissinger, and that’s some cherry popping. Word.

Now, I do realize that my kids will open eyes in this existential crisis too and probably their kids too.. if the genes of pleasure seeking druggists continues to flourish with the population bomb of no-resources-to-flourish.

We are like the sheep, plus, there is a sheep dog that’s too, a sheep. 

Diversion aur Dair!

Traffic Warden guiding the diversion

You took the remote and switched on the television, it is the Monday morning. Tear gas and loud chants, precede on every news channel. You force squeeze on the red button and seemingly, peace is restored to your world.

You eat the breakfast and head out for your pending chores of life. This time it’s the renewal of your driving license. As it happens, the place of your task happens to be next to the city courts. On the roundabout close to the destination, suddenly, there is a mass gathering and within seconds, the round junction is blocked.

In the confusion and bewilderment, you notice a prominent face, focus of the crowd, nucleus of the junction, wondering who it would be.

You come home, involuntarily, unsuccessful to complete the task of the day. While, you mull over the day’s proceedings, you turn of the television. What you see is a familiar face, the queen bee, the Mr. Well-to-do. You just saw your life come into conjunction of the news and newsmakers.

You head back again, with hopes of getting your work done. Now, there is a traffic barrier and next to it is a traffic warden pulling the diversion of traffic to an exit route. The darna(sit-in) is still on. Sadly, it was not in your favour.

You reach the office along the required documents and officer on duty is like… maaf karna sahib aap ko bohat dair hogaye hai(pardon Sir! You are very late now)

It is evening, the time to spare is shared on social networking. You are racing through a foodies  page for something interesting. But after a few clicks you realize that the page is a rant fest of 'all is bad'. The page admin, is food outlet owner. When you think of it, foodies' pages are great tool to render an opinion and probably has been able to manipulate views and viewership. Own the mud pools if you think people are going to use them against you. You could sell the mud to others for throwing it on your rivals, at best.

Yet, you pick the one place, for a friend, which gets the most hype. Its catch-22. You can’t live with it, you can’t live without it.

Do in Rome, like the Romans do. You come back home. You write a ‘positive’ review, you offer felicitations to the owners for making a good job out of the food outlet. No one cares. Complains still prevail.

Its midnight, you walk alone on this lonely road of the city of saints and wonder about all the diversions, physical and metaphysical, that you have seen and experience. You sulk over there repercussions. Unable to foresee any solution, you dive into you bed of acceptance, and sleep to your helplessness.

You dream about a saner tomorrow.

....When the saints are here and it snows in city of saints.

P.s. akhiry line writer ki aik na puri honay wali khuwahisho mein say aik thi.. iss ko serious mat laye… waisay agar kuch aisa hota hai.. tou yeh qiamat ki nishani ssamjhi jaye gi!!!

Choose Life aur Cha gaya!

Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EsozpEE543w

This is the return of transpotting 'Choose Life' speech, in Trainspotting 2 ( http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2763304/ ). A rant on social existence can't get any better than this. Anni pa kay tou kar de akheer soniya! Cha gaya hai yar!

So here it goes:

'Choose designer lingerie in vain hope of kicking some life back in to a dead relationship. Choose hand bags. Choose high heel shoes, cashmere and silk to make yourself feel what passes from happy. Choose an IPhone made in China by a woman who jumped out of the window and stick in a pocket of your jacket made from south Asian fire trap. Choose Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat and Instagram and thousand other ways to spill your bile across people you never met. Choose updating your profile. Tell the world what you had for breakfast and hope that someone somewhere occasionally looking up old flames, desperate to believe that you don’t look as bad as they do. Choose life, blogging from your first wank to your last breath. Human interaction is just a nothing more than a data. Choose 10 things you never know about celebrities who had surgery. Choose screaming about abortion, choose rape jokes, slut shaming, revenge porn and endless tide of…  choose 9/11 never happened and if it did it was the Jews. Choose the zero hour contract and a two hour journey to warton. Choose the same for your kids and only worse may be tell yourselves as bad happens. And then sit back and smolder the pain as unknown dose of an unknown drug made in somebody’s fucking kitchen. Choose the unfulfilled promise and what you could have done all differently. Choose never learning from your own mistakes. Choose watching history repeat itself. Choose slow reconciliation towards what you can get rather than what you have always hoped for. Settle for less and keep a brim face on it. Choose disappointment. And choose losing the ones you loved and as they fall from view a piece of you dies with them and until you can see that on one day in the future piece by piece they will all be good and there will be nothing left for you to call alive or dead. Choose your future Veronica. Choose life.'

Grande Halls aur Gulshan!

A view of Imperial Banquet Karachi source:http://www.shughal.com/the-top-wedding-venues-in-pakistan-for-a-picture-perfect-wedding/

We possess culturally and traditionally compatible views about life, love and liberation from being alive. These are our shackles of the civilized world. Nonetheless we adhere to the normality of such kind. The despair is fest upon the failures to comply. The business model of this world is set on these norms, so who am I to detest the terms of business...

Not long time ago, I wrote a sketch on desi weddings, though this time I am going to go through the parameters of logistics and supplies. Though, as I go on to rant out the frustration, nay I say, KP assembly just did that today! The respected house is pondering on putting a cap on wedding expense to 75 thousand rupees. And they are placing a rhetorical ban on dowry, yet again. Dowry, is a cultural and traditional element(CTE), can not be eliminated so easily, along with other bad CTEs. The government usually formulates two kinds of laws, ones that are too good to be implemented and ones which seem potentially popular, both end up creating a nuisance.

It’s the same sort of curb that election commission has of 15 lakhs for a national assembly seat! itnay mein koun larta hai! The truth is, aaj kal kay waqt mein tou 75 hazaar ka koi shadi haal bhi book nahi hota!

Weddings are organized at high cost, dowry tou chorro abb aur bohat karchay hogaye hai! The times are such that a single wedding function goes up to 7 lakh plus for upto 200-300 guests, and the fine photography-turn-cinematography have started to cost up to 5 lakhs itself, and the lehengas, dont get me started!! Punj Punj Lakh da lehnga vi aaj kal changa nihe lagda! dresses and themes just take it off the roof! the logistical support is almost 1-2 lakhs and not to mention the pain bros go through in transporting the cabinet members of the shadi committee! Stereo wala, catering wala and gari wala.. and imagine if bharaat is coming from Karachi to Islamabad!

So, from 15 lakh up to 50 lakhs, is what a metro wedding usually get spend in a month., dowry excluded, aur tax ki to sharaafat say bari hai nahi ayi. In this amount you can get a masters from abroad! Or you can fund three PhDs as well! Just saying..

The point being that if one does not get a big fat desi wedding, the new norm, your life is up for despair. The way I see it! Its up for despair anyway… from the time you caved-in and gave-in to the institution of marriage and wedding.. you were done! –just joking-
or am i?!!

Source: Facebook Memes

5 years ago at the time of marriage aur media, there use to be 3 shows(mendhi, baraat and walima) now its countless, it starts like 2 weeks ago and if your rukhsati is not post nikah .. oh lord! Its like you want to go on a spending spree over this weddings, like it’s a charity for self pity! Itnay armaan aur wo bhi itnay behpanah aur baehaya!

The only business the blooms in Pakistan today are corruption and shadi haals!! Ab tou har chowk par aik hai! We don’t have as many police check posts in town, in a security state, as much, weddings halls are there… and what more, they have NAMES @(*$(#&(%& NAMES!! Marquees, Halls, Banquets, Grands, Hotels, Clubs, open grounds, tents service etc!!

By now you would probably think I hate weddings, well, I don’t hate the players, I just despise the game!

So before I lose all hope in life or life loses hope in me, before I die I feel like I should vent out the views for the people who come after me…the Generation Z!

P.s.  bahi iss dunya mein jo kuda uss ka tou apna self defense bhi koi nahi hai… aur tou aur bahi yeha nichay bohat circus hai aur saray hi yeha ring master banay phirtay hai!! par tum log bhi kiya karo gaye.. Chalay bhi aao kay gulshan ka karobar chalay...

Dylan aur Dharkhan!

Bob Dylan wearing Panama hat, enuf said! - mic drop -
Source: http://www.channel24.co.za/

Mid life no wife, still single none to mingle, bad finances no fiance, social quagmire none to admire... may be i am asexual! or there isn't a girl around me who'd like to proudly claim, 'My man is a loser!' well post-marriage is a separate story because after she owns 'his' ring, its 'her' prerogative to abuse and misuse.
Though at my end of the deal, well its really depressing, where Socrates said, get married, if successful, a happy man, if not, then a philosopher! Well, i am not, yet i am philosopher. So how worse can it get!
With two twenty million people living in Pakistan, limited resource, and ever limited opportunities, how does one aspire! banda apnay gham roye ya dosrou kay
So there is a race, you be a part of it or not, its the storm that is going to engulf you anyway. Every choice you make, will and does matter. Even that help you tried to give to a girl your friends tried to get you out of thinking about, though, while you did it, you were self-talking about 'how humans have complex delusions about their existence' and 'larger than life destiny' ... shall have a consequence of an awkward moment, for the least! Practically every action and inaction has a consequence.
But knowing that i am living in times like these, i feel helpless because i am! believe it or not, headlines tell the same stories, you scratch my back, i scratch yours, convicting a PM in the past (Gillani) got us nowhere and getting PM Sharif will also get us no where either(in case it happens). Powerful will always be able undermine the rights of the undermined, no matter what, no matter how. This is how the world has been like and no dream of a socialist marxist can change this. Those who are in position to control and influence will go back and forth to gain and regain their chairs at the halls of untouchables!
But it isn't all bad, to live and survive this life, try to woo her or shoo her, try to do something! chahaye clicktivism hi ho, as Bob Dylan says, you better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone!
Thus, while trying to move around, i just wrote this on a sunday which i felt was an eventless day so far, except for Manchester United winning the EFL cup! All Hail Ibra!! GGMU!

P.s. 

 aap ki nazaaroun nay samjha wrath kay kabil humain

dil ki ah dharkhan tehar ja, mil gayi tension mujhe 

Smoker aur Sotay!

Source: themoscowtimes.com

The government is pondering upon banning cigarettes for the humans born after 2015, though in Russia, but imagine if it was this land of the pure, in its place. Well, cocaine, marijuana, charash, amphetamine and alcohol, are already banned in this land of the pure, but ubiquitous in schools and universities of Islamabad(my government says). What I foresee is, 25 years from now, the apex committee of this country will be discussing the underground mafia selling cigarettes in a top university. Some Professor, nay I say, has had a stock of old tobacco, unadulterated and high nicotine content $#!^, saved up for this time since 2017. The pile gets raided.
Probably, this is ruining our generation, and this downfall of our country is attributed to it. The 50 year old syllabus, instrument-less labs and 0.1% budget allocated to education has nothing to do with the ever falling standards, the ministry is very serious about monitoring these standards, while 10 more universities have been banned. What a bright future there is in this land of pure.
The kids will not know about the legend of Shoaib Akhtar, but they will feel they do know, how it is like standing on a pitch, wearing no protection, facing the world's own fastest bowler running towards oneself, to beat one's eggs. Ahhh! them feels. No jobs, no economy, no future and high competition. Love will definitely be having a hard time to survive. Social media bomb will have exploded by then.
But lets come back to the present!
I am a threatened specie, a left wing male who writes satire on this blog, yet I shall say a saulah anay ki baat, without fearing for my life. Ever since I have taken up consciousness in this country, I have been told by 'my government' what is right and what is wrong. Not to mention, my government has always wanted me to believe that its survival was my survival. My government was the only thing that can build a future for me, and still is, according to it. The economy drives and multi-national projects, its taking up will change everything in future.
Yani zamana aisay badlay ga, keh, jo bolo gay, millay ga! jaisay sala, sab kuch apnay baap ka maal ho!(Meaning, the times will change like, you will get whatever you can wish for, as if its your daddy's)
Yet, no matter, what they did, how they did it, nothing was like it was as if, my daddy's.
Cigarettes are part of an industry that has been covered very well for most of the time in this world, ever since its conception. Placing tax on it was not to discourage the smoker, but to get the portion of the profits, similar to the tax you have on your salary, in the name of 'income tax'. Whether, it should be banned or not. I wont go into that discussion, every person for oneself, if you hate it don't use it, if you like it, use it, don't abuse it! Please! it can kill, like every other thing in this life of yours!
What I wish to remind, is of the hypocrisy of my government, and every other government, and its tendency to curb public enthusiasm, when an element is not profiteering in the right way.
Nonetheless, it will be interesting to see such a ban, when there are billions at stake, with thousands of jobs, export and import plus advertising. This can, definitely change the world we have came in to, if the ban ever happens, though, it will make no difference.

P.s.  ay ta'ir-e-lahooti uss sotay say pizza acha,

jis sotay say na ati ho qoumi kazanay mein kamaii.

(oh heavenly bird, a pizza is better than a cigarette, 

a cigarette that does not fills belly of national treasury)

Biosafety aur Bimaar!

First Information Report for the desk of Intellectual Police Station biosafety branch subcontinent.

Recently an increasing spread has been observed of an endemic. The highly contagious strain of multi-book resistant Inferiomonas complexia,and Superiomonas complexia is spreading in full swing, yet again in the local population. The symptoms from the prevalence of this infectious disease are, holding of core desi clichés as personal views, such as

• If a woman is 30 or a man is 36, and unmarried! They have wasted human machinery and not served one sole purpose of their life!
• A girl is born to cook, clean, get a rich husband, 4 kids! Repeat!
• Real man does not use lotion.
• Mard ko dard nahi hota!
• Sab contrupt hai, bas aik hum theek hai
• Conspiracy, Conspiracy, Conspiracy, the world is conspiring against our holy cow of a tradition.
• Meray saat bohat nainsafi howi hai!
• Yeh sab paisay ki game hai!
• Piece bara tait hai!
• Aslam sahab jaisa bara sa bangla hona zarori hai, iss liye apnay bachoun ko sarkari school mein parha kar bachat karo
• Yaar uski/uska dosti kitni/kitna HOT hai!! 'kash!?' makes a mental note
• That peon's son must be so jealous of my 21 grade father's fortune and fate!
• Agar uss nay Agha Noor say aik jora liya hai to mein dou lou gi
• I am praise worthy, worship me when at rest and applaud me when in action Etc..

The predisposing factors include a well read English medium educated masters degree holding human, of whom education was not able to disconcert the desi patriotic-ky pessimism. Differential diagnosis include two faced person syndrome, dual standarhiea, and snake feel. Currently, there are no available indigenous treatment guidelines and there is an unavailability of cure, too. Thus, one with a sane mind and a bright future should practice preventive measures by staying out of the reach of such super bugs. You can encounter such a case, at home as well as abroad, so be careful and stay safe. 

p.s. so jahan bhi aisa bimaar insan millay.... wahan say zinda bhaag jao! Because, though, you can’t always get what you want, but you definitely can get Inferiomonas complexia or Superiomonas complexia, even if you don’t want to.

Life aur Log!

somewhere on earth, in memory of those who thought about their rights

In sickness, a man can be transported to his childhood. Wrapped, immobile and stuck to his chair. And when life hands him sickness, he writes while hearing to atomic by blondie. He reflects on this year, the greatest year of his blogging and reading, till date.
The life from the view of maturity of past three decades has taught me no wisdom. I have watched more than what I can understand. Met more people than I could bear. And failed more than I ever wished to sustain. The world is messier by the day, as it passes and my observation gets fits.
Religion, science and philosophy, have failed not due to their incapacity but due to the fear of change and love for ignorance, of the mankind. We are still barbarians dressed in expensive clothes at our convenience. The acts are nothing but tools for self preservation. And in that I have failed miserably. I have constructed the one of the most incompatible human of myself in this land of the pure. The hope of my salvation may be beyond the saints of the holy. But I know, that I don't know. Logic has annihilated all pleasures, yet my snow capped barren lands are soaked in dreams of them.
As for the Noah's arc, well there is no doubt (99% statistically speaking) that it is doomed. With the current gene pool and its inability to understand the prospects of technology change with its short attention span, is like a wedge, meant to be hit at ones own feet. Individuals are losing what they never had. Through the past centuries we have improvised our own disaster.
Life is .... what you define it to be. You can divorce everything from your life except for the world that affects it. And house always wins. Losing is the only constant(plus drugs, prescription and non-prescribed) unless you are not too feely neely about it. But life is definitely not love! neither a carrot! those definitions just makes the world more obsessive. Probably life is close to a charity, where you get looted by default.
Truth is we all are children till the very end. The relativity, is in the hope that we are robbed off, by our own knowledge. In sickness and in health, for better or worse, for all worlds out here and there, misery, is a beauty, try appreciating it, may be its the life. The status quo of preconceived principles of man and woman society is a bogus lie. You will die for nothing from newtonian education system of school to university, the newer world's working and earning, reproducing and breeding those offsprings, all just to prepare to die in the end because it is a lie! This world is a chaos and will  always be. And there is no such thing as winning! the world pays and wins! mankind just dies.
And while I end, I am listening to Time to pretend by MGMT, you can go traveling the world watching some cradle groined hemispherical painted marble quadripartite vault arches made to commemorate those who sacrificed their lives to think. What an irony! Where is wisdom?

p.s. Here are a few verses from poetry of Munir Niazi:

Kuj ounj vi rawa okhiya saan

Kuj gallan vich gaum da touq vi ci

Kuj shehr dey log vi zalim saan

Kuj sanu vi marn da shouq vi ci

Sentiments aur Sarkar!

This is an addendum to the previous published post at Nation Blog (http://nation.com.pk/blogs/17-Nov-2016/being-concerned-about-the-working-middle-and-lower-classes-on-both-sides-of-the-border-is-not-a)

Later, in essence of the continuation of this war on poverty especially, India boycotted SAARC summit on 'ANTI-CORRUPTION' along Afghanistan! to their own convenience. As if South Asia was about to audit their french war plane deal. While, interestingly Pakistan planned attending 'Heart of Asia' Conference in India, as to ensure none is left, which ironically is on Afghanistan. And none of the parties were disappointed (pun intended)  

Source; Samaa.tv

Banning films here and having film-stars banned in India is not some knee jerk reaction but indicator for lack of foresight. Two months ago, the previously infamous film 'Ae dil hai muskil' got release in Indian cinema. Last month, 'Dear Zindagi' got its release, featuring Ali Zafar, with one of his most commendable performance. And next month, 'Raees' is due for a release, featuring Mahira Khan, so, as they say third time's a charm, who knows! (peace may get a leg broken till then)  The fiasco surrounding these films, perfectly hint at the hypocrisy and shallowness of cultural policies of both countries. The 6% Indian content on Radio services and Indian films in cinemas are voluntarily banned by Pakistani Authorities and Associations alike, as a reciprocation of the announcement by Indian Film makers for banning Pakistani artists and refusal to further work with them in future. The rhetoric behind it is, the 'larger interest of the sentiments of the people' (as if they ever cared, till it hits the profits). Art and education are tools for peace, thus, should never be hung on walls!

Source: IndianExpress.com

Recent skirmishes on border changed newsrooms into war rooms! As the profits are to be scavengered in times when peace is most needed. I only hope that the drama that runs on general media and social media is taken as such and not as impulse for adverse action by the men at helm.
And let me reemphasize! I am standing for the common man that suffers on both sides of the border and has suffered because of this decayed 70 years of nationalistic jingoism by both states! Its time to get over it!

P.s. Ab Ki Baar Aman Sarkar!!