Good Moan

I love a good moan..hmm....

The satisfaction of getting that niggling…lip curling anger out of my system so that I can carry on with my happy life.

I enjoy airing my views...hmm...

Making others realize that I am not the pushover they often think I am.

I like putting the world to rights.

Suggesting alternative approaches to government thinking…debating whether the country would be better managed by a few members of the general public…that sort of thing.

But something that really rattles my cage is...

a)downright rudeness;

b)bad manners;

c)bare faced cheek.

From time to time...we get holiday makers staying here who do not like Pakistan...cannot stand heat and are totally anti-Pakistan...hmmm....

So why do they come here?

Why choose this country to stretch their angled legs and filled their lungs with fumes?

Yesterday...as usual...I let one lady rant about the difficulties she is facing since she has landed here…she is trying to buy some property here and she thinks that she has made a big mistake…where I think that why she is taking so much trouble buying anything here…?

But instead of asking her why she is going through all this trouble…I apologized to the woman!

I cannot believe I did that….but there you go...hmmm....I guess I am still a pushover then.

There was another family (in my circle)....the mother of the family told the children...in front of me....not to play with other children because "you don't know where they've been!"

As you can imagine....I was fuming!

My reaction was to walk away....however...I so wanted to ask the mother why she had brought her family to a country where her children will find playmates every corner of the road…she don’t think clean enough to play with?

I know...I know...I know....they lick themselves in orifices we would rather not think about but she could have at least refrained from such rudeness.

And what really gets to me is that those poor children might grow up never to know the wonderful and unconditional love this country and its people can give.

But the most ridiculous comment I have ever heard....made by a holiday maker a few years ago...floored us all.

He came with his partner at Bakr-Eid (Sacrifice Day).

He complained that it had been too bloody for him.

He can’t stand such animal-slaughtering.

The sound of goats...cows and sheep...yes....you read me right...all day had made him anxious.

His family asked him to pet the animal before the butcher will take the goat for sacrifice and he ran away like he is the goat and butcher will take him instead of goat (may be he looked like one).

His wife told me the whole affair and every one around me tried to console him. Ofcourse the poor lady waited for me to emit some consoling words which never ever came to my lips.

Okay....I guess...thats it....rant over.

Back to work...hmmm.....