It occurs to me - often - that life in the motherland is so very one-dimensional. There is so much going on around all of us: politically, socially, economically and yet everyone around me (including myself, if confessions are called for) is singularly fixated on my love-life. It occurs to me that when I was not living in the midst of this madness, I was much more concerned about petrol going up 7 rupees a litre, sugar prices hiking up to Rs. 110 a kilo and other assorted nuisances that did not (then) pale in the face of impending spinster-hood. Suppose, for just one minute, we were to drag our attention away from my dismal love-life, we could - perhaps - have a conversation about other things. Such as the likelihood of this sorry excuse for a democratic government falling victim to yet-another-coup. Or the fact that our esteemed General Kayani is ranked as the 29th most influential person in the world (and that too sans Presidency). Or we could ponder about why the media is particularly vicious with the anti-Musharraf attacks these days. One would think that they would have bigger fish to fry than our ex-dictator. Such as, for example, the Chief Justice with absolutely no intentions of rescuing any missing people. Or our vigilante lawyers who've decided beating up policemen is the ideal way to ensure country-wide rule of 'law'.
Or maybe not. Maybe assorted female relatives are right. Kya faida itni saari parhi likhi baaton ka? Tumhara problem, Xeb, hai ke tum bohat intellectual-si ho. Ab kaunsa larka aisi larki pasand kare ga? Because intelligence, my loves, is not a prized commodity in Pakistan. As is pretty obvious, if one considers our present government.