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HOW I SEE PAKISTAN TODAY


 

LT COL NOEL ELLIS

 

06/II/2025

 

Following developments in Pakistan has been an old hobby of mine. It has been interesting to watch them get consumed in their own venom. They dug holes for us. Now the same holes are turning into their graves.

 

I felt bad at the loss of 16 soldiers of Frontier Corps in Balochistan. They are losing soldiers on a daily basis. Suffice to say the tails of Paki security forces are on fire. ‘Qurbani’ is the word they use for their sacrifices. Terrorists are celebrating ‘Eid’ by sacrificing soldiers every day. Very unfortunate and sad.

 

I listen to podcasts from across to feel their pulse. Their pulse is weak & barely palpable. Arteries are clogged. Lungs are suffering from oedema. Stomach is revolting. Liver has developed cirrhosis. Vision has gone blurred and colour blind. The ‘akas’ have turned a deaf ear. Their skin is blistered. Brain has a tumour. All bones are fractured. Their politicians have gone toothless. Cancer has set in. You know what I mean.

 

Still, they have the cheeks to blame India for what they have done to themselves.

 

One of their commentators said, unless Pakistan undergoes a ‘complete overhaul’ and stays in that condition for at least a decade, there is no hope. I agree. Another one said, unless they change their mindset, nothing can change them. I couldn’t agree more. The third said, unless they create good neighbourly relations, there is no scope for them to survive. How true!

 

Imagine, you made enemies with your Eastern neighbour. Then trouble started brewing with their Western one and turned sour. The Northern neighbour cares two hoots and is giving them a solid bashing. The country which they are dependent on or rather enslaved to has shown the ‘red’ flag. No more donations, only loans are now their policy. Poor guys are doomed.

 

The US is very clear. You play our fiddle, we ‘may’ play yours. Arabs and the Middle Eastern world have seen through their bluff of “biradar Mulk” and stepped back. Dare Pak rub Israel the wrong side, it shall face their wrath too. They have made no friends but gathered foes. Their diplomacy had failed. What a pity!

 

Financial institutions of the world are dictating terms, to stop ‘breeding grounds’ of terrorism which were started by them. They lie and those terrorists are now biting them like rabid dogs & killing soldiers on a daily basis. They don’t know how to deal with it. How humiliating!

 

They have no money to feed their 30-crore population. Increasing taxes to run the daily chores when you already are in debt of trillions of dollars is backfiring. People are drying clothes on electric wires due to massive power cuts. Electricity bills have skyrocketed. Roti is beyond a poor man’s reach. Price of a cooking gas cylinder is unaffordable and so is petrol, unless smuggled through Iran. How shameful.

 

Their Parliament is ‘defunct’. What can they do if they are under the ‘squeeze’ of the Military. Their ‘Afwaaj’ are running businesses from grinding atta, to building shopping malls. That is why they need ‘jehadis’ to fight for them in proxy. Awam jae tel lene. Corruption is deep rooted. People are fed up.

 

Their internal political turmoil is fermenting. The most popular leader is in the clink and may remain there till Allah knows when. Balochistan, their largest province with maximum natural resources is on the boil. ‘TTA’ and ‘TTP’ are out of their control. All because of skewed people policies and peoples welfare.

 

75 years, they have created chaos and ruined our beautiful state of J&K. 1947, 65, 71 and 99 were different, 2025 is a totally different ball game altogether. We have been bleeding since 47, now it is your turn to lose blood from a slit vein. Serves them right.

 

The reason why their factory of terrorism is flourishing is because of lack of education, rather insistence on Madaras education. 3 crore children are out of school and the rest are learning the wrong Islam. Which way shall the country head then?

 

Due to poor governance and priorities, people can’t afford one square meal but they can afford a Chinese JF-17 aircraft. Your ‘pau kilo’ nuclear bombs are no threat to us. If that be so, then “Pakistan se Zinda Bhag” stands good.

 

One spokesman insisted on extending a hand of friendship towards India. Tomatoes and atta were costing five times the price when things came through Iran. Shaam ko Handi kaise pakegi? Food for thought.

 

They need a transformation in their attitude. Otherwise, they have no future. Their country now doesn’t need surgery but organ transplant starting from their vision. Unless they can see clearly how to live peacefully, they shall be beyond redemption. India needs to be on its toes because of this untrustworthy neighbour.

 

Am I sounding too cynical? I wonder!!!!!!

 

JAI HIND

©® NOEL ELLIS 

Comments

  1. Very nicely articulated.No you are not cynical. But that is what happens to nations where theocracy rules. Fear is that we are moving in the same direction.

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  2. Pakistan is a Basket Case.... Cautiously Beware But Best Avoided for All Purpose & Sundry

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