Economics doesn't teach me what to think. It teaches me how to think.

Breaking News on TV last week said that the Financial Minister hopes that the inflation rate will not rise any further.
Yeah, dude, join the club.

I think I now know why Pakistan is facing this recession and why it's economy has never really been able to flourish as much as it could have. Here's my theory: it is all the fault of our film industry. Yes, I'm talking about you, Lollywood.
I feel it is beyond the ordinary, human ability of counting how many songs in how many movies feature often well-built hero-heroine couples dancing, singing, running, and playing in fields of wheat. Just as wheat is a food staple in the country, kicking about in wheat while singing to your Shabbo is an entertainment staple in our films. What I fail to understand is why do they always have to take this destructive joy to the crops? Why can't they just be like normal people and dance in a cleared space in their dining room or in the lawn?
Why must they crush our agriculture?

Pakistan is an agriculture-based, developing country. Now what do you expect will happen when all these idiots-in-love decide to trample all over our main provider of money? Of course there will be inflation! Geez, only the illiterate 'artists' in our film industry wouldn't know that.
Right now, what I really expect is Meera to be paying the extra 4 rupees on what used to be a 2 rupee roti. You're the fat-ass who danced over God knows how many acres of wheat. Pay up.

Yes, he did!

OBAMA WON!
I've been trying to make this post since eighteen hours now, but load-shedding, lousy internet connectivity and school have been a hindrance. Well here it is now:
HURRAH! He has won! I did not even know how much I liked him until I saw on TV that he's won and that was when I apparently shrieked and jumped around the entire house. That's according to my mother, I do not remember this and I do not understand it, either. I mean it's not even like he's become the Pakistani president or anything (if only!).
Anyways, all I care for is that stuttering, old racist John "Maverick" McCain and paradoxical anti-woman Sarah "Read My Lipstick" Palin have not won


Finally a chance to sing in celebration Javeria and mine rendition of James Blunt's "Goodbye, My Lover" (it goes "Obama Lover/ Obama's friend". We can be professional lyricists). Oh, the joy!