Vulture is a patient bird.

I had a fascination of James Hadley Chase novels when I was in School/College. I used to specially like the titles of his books. The crisp and stylish phrases like ‘ Tiger by the tail’, ‘Like a hole in the head’, ‘Dead stay dumb’, ‘Y’re lonely when you are dead’ , ‘Vulture is a patient bird’ hold me in thrall to this day even after I have out grown his novels.

When I observe the the Paksitani army and its ruling elite, I see these titles in new context, as fitting descriptions of their shenanigans.

1.‘Goldfish has no hiding place’ reminds you of their attempt to hide Osama in their military base.

2. ‘A Lotus for Miss Kyon’ / ‘No orchids for Miss Blandish’ would have been a fitting epitaph on on Benazir Bhutto’s grave.

3. ‘Dead stay dumb’ could well be the tagline for the the official policy of muzzling Balochi rebels by large scale killing and dumping tortured and murdered dead bodies all across Balochistan.

4. ‘Like a hole in the head’ reminds you of their pursuit of ‘strategic depth’ and double crossing a super power.

5. ‘You are lonely when you are dead’ is the requiem reserved for their journalists like Shezad who investigate into the doings of their ISI.

6. ‘Tiger by the tail’ is the predicament Pakistan is faced with having nurtured Taliban and other terrorists as strategic assets to spite India.

The deadly dance of the fanatics and the Islamofascist army will continue and Pakistanis will continue towards their self-destructive path in 2012.

‘Vulture is the patient bird ‘ ?? – I leave it to your imagination.

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