For everyone out there who is lamenting the fact that Dubya will soon bid adieu to Whitehouse and Jon Stewart will probably have to find another job, here is some good news on the gallactically stupid front. In Pakistan, we not only have a president who was declared demented by British doctors, but the PM and the rest of the cabinet is just as big a laugh if not bigger. The latest crazy to jump in is not a cabinet member but the “SISTER” of our esteemed prime minister.
It is recently discovered that Mrs Nargis Makhdoom, who is the sister of the PM and wife of the Additional Secretary of National Assembly, has gotten a letter head printed which says …. yeah exactly that – that she is the sister of the PM and wife of some additional secretary dude). Mrs. Makhdoom has gotten a ‘sifarshee’ letter drafted (going by the standard of English, I would say that the person who penned this masterpiece must have also written for Geo TV website) which basically ask the addressee to ‘give the holder of the letter a sympathetic hearing’ as the holder happens to be a ‘very special case’.
First of all, I am impressed with temerity of Mrs Makhdoom that she addressed this letter to an esteemed member of HEC (that’s Higher Education Commission for the uninitiated) and started it with the words “The Barer” which can be very misleading, especially it the ‘barer’ of the letter happens to be a young man and the member of HEC has a preference for strapping young lads.
I wonder how many such ‘very special cases’ she is patronizing? Going by the way she has a pre drafted letter and just changes the name of addressee and the sifarshee (a sifarshee is a person who gets ahead through special favors – one such example is pasted – through finding patrons at the right places and by killing meritocracy), there must have been quite a few ‘very special cases’ forwarded by the sister of the prime minister.
It is at times like this I feel that I have wasted my life studying and accumulating one degree after another and working my neck off, try to excel at what I do and still failing to get ahead in life. I could just live off the spoils of big brother and dear ol’ hubby. That’s what I call a charmed life!
Oh and I never knew that the word ‘anticipation’ was quantifiable.
Image courtesy: Ibrahim M. Khalil.