02:23 pm
I was sitting in mess just now, eating lentils with a spoon, when I noticed a commotion around me. I was right on the corner of the long table. Looking up, at the head table right beside me, what I see is a military-type-person, retired yet promoted now to a civilian officer post, in private clothings. Looking ahead, I see my hostel manager weirdly smiling, sitting right in front of me. And I was wearing headphones. I just smiled back.
I know there’s nothing wrong with coming to the hostel and eating food, no problem with that. But then there was his butler standing behind his chair, a PA, mess officer, my hostels manager, 2 waiters, and all of these mature men are “serving” this guy. Their heads bowed, ears drooped in absolute concentration to what the emperor might say.
Aese lgta he jese ghulami hmare khoon me ksi ne bhr di he yar. He’s an officer, here to check students mess, let him do that. Why are you standing there, hands folded like a servant, waiting, and in fact wanting from him to order you around? There was this guy I tell you, holding only just the tissue paper box with his extended arm .. just incase his God needed some tissue to wipe his face. Around the head chair, there was a proper VIP environment. And this man is looking down eating lentils on a Sunday afternoon with students. I mean come on .. how much more do these people want to bend their backs to get some bucks?
Vese .. regrettably, isme sara ksoor awam ka b ni he, kyu k:
خواب سے بیدار ہوتا ہے ذرا محکوم اگر
پھر سلا دیتی ہے اسکو حکمراں کی ساحری
VIP culture khtm krvane vale b khud VVIP bn bethte hen. Sohni dhrti ko Allah ne boht Meer Sadiq or Meer Jaffar de rkhe hen!
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