Islamabad is witnessing it’s 5284th dharna; the political scenario is awash with gossip; Nawaz, Imran and Musharraf are brewing up a storm and I, the President of Pakistan sit here writing in my diary. Being the President of the only country in the world still plagued by Polio should mean something, one should think. However, my presence is meaningless and my power is all for show. I am as essential to the polity of Pakistan as the Balochis are to our nation.
I have a ‘kursi’, but it’s just the wrong sort, unfortunately.
Tomorrow, I’m hoping that I will have a more productive day. I’m going to wake up early, make a few important calls and sign some important documents pertaining to my upcoming birthday, of course. Once I’ve handled that, I shall retire for the evening and reward myself by watching Netflix while snacking on delicious Dhai Bhallas dilvered all the way from model town. I’m currently watching ‘The Crown’; I really do feel as though Elizabeth and I are two kindred spirits.
P.S. I’m pondering whether I should make a twitter account. I think I’ll give Trump a call, he really seems to have the hang of it.