PMLN is a source of relief for public while PPP Govt and Imran Khan fails.
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TruPakistani
Minister (2k+ posts)
NS is really a source of relief......!!!
Excerpts from “The Taliban Shuffle” by Kim Barker – her interviews with Nawaz Sharif (published by Doubleday):
“In the sitting room, I immediately turned on my tape recorder and rattled off questions. Was Sharif at the negotiations? What was happening? He denied being at any meetings, despite press reports to the contrary. I pushed him. He denied everything. I wondered why he let me drive all this way, if he planned to tell me nothing. At least I’d get free food. He looked at my tape recorder and asked me to turn it off. Eventually I obliged. Then Sharif brought up his real reason for inviting me to lunch.
“Kim. I have come up with two possible friends for you.”
At last. “Who?”
He waited a second, looked toward the ceiling, then seemingly picked the top name from his subconscious. “The first is Mr. Z.”
That was disappointing. Sharif definitely was not taking this project seriously. “Zardari? No way. That will never happen,” I said.
“What’s wrong with Mr. Zardari?” Sharif asked. “Do you not find him attractive?”
Bhutto’s widower, Asif Ali Zardari, was slightly shorter than me and sported slicked-back hair and a mustache, which he was accused of dying black right after his wife was killed, right before his first press conference. On many levels, I did not find Zardari attractive. I would have preferred celibacy. But that wasn’t the point. Perhaps I could use this as a teaching moment.
“He is the president of Pakistan. I am a journalist. That would never happen.”
“He is single.” Very true—but I didn’t think that was a good enough reason.
“I can call him for you,” Sharif insisted. I’m fairly certain he was joking.
“I’m sure he has more important things to deal with,” I replied. “OK. No Mr. Z. The second option, I will discuss with you later,” he said.
That did not sound promising.
He then offered to meet me the next day, at a friend’s apartment in Lahore, to give me the iPhone and have tea. No, I said. I was going to Faridkot.
Sharif finally came to the point. “Kim. I am sorry I was not able to find you a friend. I tried, but I failed.” He shook his head, looked genuinely sad about the failure of the project.
“That’s OK,” I said. “Really. I don’t really want a friend right now. I am perfectly happy without a friend. I want to be friendless.”
He paused. And then, finally, the tiger of Punjab pounced. “I would like to be your friend".
”I didn’t even let him get the words out. “No. Absolutely not. Not going to happen.”
“Hear me out.” He held his hand toward me to silence my negations as he made his pitch. He could have said anything—that he was a purported billionaire who had built my favorite road in Pakistan, that he could buy me a power plant or build me a nuclear weapon. But he opted for honesty.
“I know, I’m not as tall as you’d like,” Sharif explained. “I’m not as fit as you’d like. I’m fat, and I’m old. But I would still like to be your friend.”
“No,” I said. “No way.”
He then offered me a job running his hospital, a job I was eminently unqualified to perform. “It’s a huge hospital,” he said. “You’d be very good at it.” He said he would only become prime minister again if I were his secretary. I thought about it for a few seconds—after all, I would probably soon be out of a job. But no. The new position’s various positions would not be worth it.
Eventually, I got out of the tiger’s grip, but only by promising that I would consider his offer. Otherwise, he wouldn’t let me leave. I jumped into the car, pulled out my tape recorder, and recited our conversation. Samad shook his head. My translator put his head in his hands. “I’m embarrassed for my country,” he said. After that, I knew I could never see Sharif again. I was not happy about this—I liked Sharif. In the back of my mind, maybe I had hoped he would come through with a possible friend, or that we could have kept up our banter, without an iPhone lurking in the closet. But now I saw him as just another sad case, a recycled has-been who squandered his country’s adulation and hope, who thought hitting on a foreign journalist was a smart move. Which itclearly wasn’t.”
Excerpts from “The Taliban Shuffle” by Kim Barker – her interviews with Nawaz Sharif (published by Doubleday):
“In the sitting room, I immediately turned on my tape recorder and rattled off questions. Was Sharif at the negotiations? What was happening? He denied being at any meetings, despite press reports to the contrary. I pushed him. He denied everything. I wondered why he let me drive all this way, if he planned to tell me nothing. At least I’d get free food. He looked at my tape recorder and asked me to turn it off. Eventually I obliged. Then Sharif brought up his real reason for inviting me to lunch.
“Kim. I have come up with two possible friends for you.”
At last. “Who?”
He waited a second, looked toward the ceiling, then seemingly picked the top name from his subconscious. “The first is Mr. Z.”
That was disappointing. Sharif definitely was not taking this project seriously. “Zardari? No way. That will never happen,” I said.
“What’s wrong with Mr. Zardari?” Sharif asked. “Do you not find him attractive?”
Bhutto’s widower, Asif Ali Zardari, was slightly shorter than me and sported slicked-back hair and a mustache, which he was accused of dying black right after his wife was killed, right before his first press conference. On many levels, I did not find Zardari attractive. I would have preferred celibacy. But that wasn’t the point. Perhaps I could use this as a teaching moment.
“He is the president of Pakistan. I am a journalist. That would never happen.”
“He is single.” Very true—but I didn’t think that was a good enough reason.
“I can call him for you,” Sharif insisted. I’m fairly certain he was joking.
“I’m sure he has more important things to deal with,” I replied. “OK. No Mr. Z. The second option, I will discuss with you later,” he said.
That did not sound promising.
He then offered to meet me the next day, at a friend’s apartment in Lahore, to give me the iPhone and have tea. No, I said. I was going to Faridkot.
Sharif finally came to the point. “Kim. I am sorry I was not able to find you a friend. I tried, but I failed.” He shook his head, looked genuinely sad about the failure of the project.
“That’s OK,” I said. “Really. I don’t really want a friend right now. I am perfectly happy without a friend. I want to be friendless.”
He paused. And then, finally, the tiger of Punjab pounced. “I would like to be your friend".
”I didn’t even let him get the words out. “No. Absolutely not. Not going to happen.”
“Hear me out.” He held his hand toward me to silence my negations as he made his pitch. He could have said anything—that he was a purported billionaire who had built my favorite road in Pakistan, that he could buy me a power plant or build me a nuclear weapon. But he opted for honesty.
“I know, I’m not as tall as you’d like,” Sharif explained. “I’m not as fit as you’d like. I’m fat, and I’m old. But I would still like to be your friend.”
“No,” I said. “No way.”
He then offered me a job running his hospital, a job I was eminently unqualified to perform. “It’s a huge hospital,” he said. “You’d be very good at it.” He said he would only become prime minister again if I were his secretary. I thought about it for a few seconds—after all, I would probably soon be out of a job. But no. The new position’s various positions would not be worth it.
Eventually, I got out of the tiger’s grip, but only by promising that I would consider his offer. Otherwise, he wouldn’t let me leave. I jumped into the car, pulled out my tape recorder, and recited our conversation. Samad shook his head. My translator put his head in his hands. “I’m embarrassed for my country,” he said. After that, I knew I could never see Sharif again. I was not happy about this—I liked Sharif. In the back of my mind, maybe I had hoped he would come through with a possible friend, or that we could have kept up our banter, without an iPhone lurking in the closet. But now I saw him as just another sad case, a recycled has-been who squandered his country’s adulation and hope, who thought hitting on a foreign journalist was a smart move. Which itclearly wasn’t.”
shiningstar
Minister (2k+ posts)
personal attacks na kya karo...........koi postive baat hai tu karo.........
samaj nai aata aap ka mindset........agar imran khan ko kuch kaho tu aap sare insaniyat ko personal or political life k differences
samjhana shuru kar daitay ho....................apne tu halat check karo................
shiningstar
Minister (2k+ posts)
cheezain itne seedhi nai hoteen..........get out of punjab govt and elections..........agar ALLAH ma karay Army aa gai aur koi mishap ho gaya tu aap sub logon nay PMLN ko is ka zimaydar tehrana hai...........
suppose we resign and then new elections are help fo rpunjab assembly and we win again then what gona happen..................
comprehensive aur jammain baat kya karo....jo solution ki taraf guide karay..............
shiningstar
Minister (2k+ posts)
kehnay ko main bhe aap ko bohat kuch keh sakta hun...............lakin is tarah baat nai bante............
this is democracy, man!!.......
Machar
Chief Minister (5k+ posts)
SEEMS like u dnt know nothing[hilar][hilar][hilar] [hilar] [hilar]
when a province leaves the goverment how can ppp survive?
like i said stop playing topi drama ***** lands:lol:
shiningstar
Minister (2k+ posts)
bhai bayshak kisi baray say pooch lo..........
its also possible that elections are only held for Punjab Assembly...........yeah zruri nai hai k puray mulk main aik he dafa elections hon...........
agar PMLN punjab assembly torti hai tu sirf punjab main election hoon gay.....that has nothing to do with central govt..........
aur baray countries like india main aisa he hota hai.........wahan aik daf main election nai hotay....they divide it into phases..........
yeah tu pakistan thora chota country hai is liay hum log aik he din puray mulk main election held krtay hain..........
Machar
Chief Minister (5k+ posts)
[hilar][hilar][hilar][hilar][hilar]:lol::lol::lol::lol::lol: :lol:
ask my question 2 PML-N leaders...
they wnt give u any ans only more questions
pml-n is junk joke of party whose time is up...
shiningstar
Minister (2k+ posts)
mera khayal hai aap baat samaj gaay hain.........bus itne ghuarizh krne thee............
Machar
Chief Minister (5k+ posts)
id nt give bollocks abt PML-N
got it son... they have been in power twice done nothing other then corruption in pakistan...
why dnt u ask the questions wich i asked u 2 ur leaders ... and then we will see whose wrong or whose not:lol:
tera baap bi too ***** hey yar uss ko bi gar se nikal de
universal007
MPA (400+ posts)
we believe no one is angel and we believe imran is even worse than zardari and nawaz and any other.
b/c whatever they are open to public.
imran spent all his life in night clubs and personal life does matter in any country in the world.
even in west it is more important a personal life of a leader.
people in west they always see their leader....how he runs his family...and thats why you may see they always talk about their families during election compain to show them that they are good father,good husband .but imran khan was not even good father his children are raised up in jews .his daughter is in usa and he could not even see her openly.
his past mistakes and his present agenda only supports zardari and musharraf.
b/c whatever they are open to public.
imran spent all his life in night clubs and personal life does matter in any country in the world.
even in west it is more important a personal life of a leader.
people in west they always see their leader....how he runs his family...and thats why you may see they always talk about their families during election compain to show them that they are good father,good husband .but imran khan was not even good father his children are raised up in jews .his daughter is in usa and he could not even see her openly.
his past mistakes and his present agenda only supports zardari and musharraf.
enigma_1357
MPA (400+ posts)
tum nein foran hi bata dia tum kissi mussafir ki ulad ho. k*njar key bachay. jaoo key mian nawaz shareef ko maan dey aoo, kissi ****** ki ulad
