In Rajko, a well-known factory in Sialkot, a Sri Lankan manager tore up a slip attached to a machine and threw it away. The so-called lovers, without knowing whether his action was wrong or intentional, stoned him to death and set him on fire ....
Hundreds of people had gathered to set the body on fire. The police had also arrived. The administration and the police stood idly by, leaving the angry mob on their feet.
I don't know what else is called banana state. However, it is certain that this is not a human society.
At times, it may seem that the country is eight hundred and eighty-one thousand nine hundred and thirteen square kilometers wide psychiatric hospital or insane asylum whose main square is called "Khatam Nabuat Chowk". The highway leading to this square is called "Shahrah-e-Tohin". Non-political institutions on the right side of the main square, political institutions on the left side, open sky above and rocky ground underfoot. On the main door of this psychiatric hospital is a statue of Markhor on the right hand side, a blind statue on the left hand for scales and above the door is a monogram of the Government of Pakistan.
There are advertisements on the wall for all kinds of hidden and visible human diseases, including certain gynecological and traditional male diseases and weaknesses. Occasionally there is a picture of a passing iron man with "I miss you after you go" and somewhere "Islamic Republic of Pakistan".
The walls are made of special thin red brick. The barbed wire of the "statement" is wrapped around the wall, which is also changed every ten years when the statement is changed. Above the wall, at every furlong, there is a front, a checkpoint, a tank, a ship, a madrassa and in some places a model of the National Assembly.
At the back door of the psychiatric hospital, enemy neighboring countries, including Jewish agents, are lying in wait. The height and width of the wall have been increased to avoid them so that the hospital is in safe hands. There are about 220 million patients in the insane asylum who have a new job every day. Some lunatics are not complete lunatics, they are semi-lunatics, some educated lunatics. Together, they keep trying to dig a tunnel out of the wall so that if there is a hole, if there is a way, they can escape from here. Some sit in the form of insane gangs. Somewhere crazy people dance to the tune of a song. Together the noise is reaching the seventh heaven, but the one above also has the will. He must be smiling.
Sometimes when the assembly starts to get out of the bus, the subedar's whistle echoes from the non-political institution on the right hand side. The system, the book and the affairs of the insane asylum are all wrapped up. Then the world of Ho is overwhelmed. Everyone goes to their own ward. Until the next morning, the narrator writes in Chinese.
Well, not too sensitive. This is normal. Today is a normal day. Tomorrow will be a new day, a new news, a new sunrise. Long live politics, religion, customs and all of us. God bless the kingdom.
