OK, so the prime minister likes his food. Is that a crime? So does everybody; what’s the big deal?
He’s just an average Joe, who goes around to the neighbourhood chaat shop, orders a plate of dahi bhallas (to go) and instructions on how to make them.
That actually happened the other day. The shop: Fancy Dahi Bhallas. The neighbourhood: his very own Model Town. The instructions: not too hot, please.
That the way to his heart is through his stomach is a given now. We have a president who certainly seemed to have worked his magic through, coincidentally, dahi bhallas. And now we have the estranged MQM’s Babur Ghauri, who sent the premier some nihari and haleem as a peace overture.
It’s good to be king.
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All went well at the farewell lunch by the prime minister to the outgoing president. The latter was effusive in his praise of the chief executive, who responded in kind and said he was particularly touched by young Asseffa Bhutto Zardari, who had presented him with a bouquet of flowers when he was administered his oath as the prime minister.
So lovey-dovey were NS and AAZ that some of the jiyalas present started wondering aloud whether they would even be allowed to do some oppositioning during the course of the five years or not.
Yes. You. Will.
Let the game begin!
