Egypt is inspirational! :)
(Other insanely cool protest signs are here)
On the way to work yesterday, I have a conversation with my minion about how I wish Pakistanis could be shaken out of our apathy a'la Egypt. She responds we already had our protesting days when we ousted Mush. (and what a waste of a good protest THAT was, say I). Any-the-how, she also pointed out Mubarak has 30 years of built up angst to combat. There's lots people can say about him. What do we say to Lord V? Get out of government you, you, you SLEAZY-INEFFECTIVE-CREEP? Perhaps not the most effective slogan. Still a pity, think I. But than again, it's not like we're starved for excitement here in Pakistan. What with bomb blasts and the blasphemers I think we've got enough drama to last us for OUR lifetime at any rate.
I wonder - often - whether the safe, stable, slow-to-change world that I remember while I was growing up was just - in actual fact - what I could see from the sheltered veil of childhood. I wonder if the world was always this crazy, and rapidly transitioning from chaos to chaos. The only difference was instead of reading an assortment of newspapers every morning, I woke up to school, punctuated by Enid Blyton, Sweet Valley (kids, twins, highs - I made the whole journey), Nancy Drews and eventually soppy-romance-novels. Bathroom reading then was not Zen & the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance (book-of-this-month for me) or Persepolis (newest book purchased) but it lay somewhere along the realms of Judith McNaught and her cronies. MTV trumped news channels every day, and entertainment blogs were infinitely preferable to political crap. Except now its the other way round and every day I'm steeped in global intrigue.
Welcome to the world of grown-ups. Take it from me, it kinda really sucks!