an unsponsored panegyric by kinkminos
The following item appeared [undated as usual] on the online version of The News:
The PPP finally nominated Makhdoom Syed Yousuf Raza Gilani for the prime ministerial slot…. [The] announcement… was made on behalf of Asif Ali Zardari by party spokesman Farhatullah Babar before the media outside the Zardari House. The statement read: “I have great pleasure in calling upon Makhdoom Yousuf Raza Gilani in the name of Shaheed Mohtarma Benazir Bhutto to accept the heavy responsibility and lead the coalition government and the nation to greater heights and a glorious future and Makhdoom Yousuf Raza Gilani is not afraid to lead and he knows the way.”
What struck me as odd was the invocation. Until a friend of mine (who insists on remaining nameless, as he is, to put it mildly, of dubious repute) pointed out that the printed version of the statement had probably read thus:
“I have great pleasure in calling upon Makhdoom Yousuf Raza Gilani in the name of
GodShaheed Mohtarma Benazir Bhutto to accept the heavy responsibility…”
i don’t know about you, but personally i’m
excited thrilled ecstatic at witnessing these, the first tentative steps that are being taken towards the ultimate deification of Shaheed Chairperson-For-Life Benazir Bhutto, Inna Lillahe Wa Inna Ilaihe Rajeoon. She who tragically gave her life for the better future which none of us (not a one) deserves.
Our national pantheon is woefully sparse. More so since the fall from grace of Navab Viqar-ul-Mulk Imran Khan Niazi. As a nation of fallen
heroes hairdos, i tell you we need all the deities we can get. And who is more worthy of insertion, through the ruins of the propylon, into that august assemblage? Thus i bend low and in a bondman’s key, with bated breath and whispering humbleness do supplicate myself before the awe-inspiring memory of Shaheed Mohtarma Benazir Bhutto, former Chairperson-For-Life of Demockery Magazine’s Most Democratically Run Party In The Known Universe (Including The Outer Reaches Of Gamma Quadrant).
Jiye Jamhuriyat, Jiye Bhutto, Jiye Bilawal,
’Tis a joy to witness, take to the streets, rejoice
Our Slain Sister not a Saint, but Goddess of our choice
cross posted up at the campfire