In the name of the constitution. Article ABC. Section D. Sub-section E. Paragraph ii/ante. States. The state has power. Authorized by the sovereign. That sovereignty belongs to God. So, challenging it is treason.
Torn apart. Abrogated. Need of necessity. Sensitive times. Security state. Secured. Dismissed.
Heathenism!
Adjourned.
Dismissed. Closed. Ordered. Need of time. In the name of unforeseen circumstances.
Constitution this. Article that. Section this. Sub-section that. Para number X with unknown ante in your arse. Did you get this? No one gets this.
I don’t get the judgments. And the orders. And their jargon. Colonized English. Outdated rubbish.
Disgusting.
“You are out of order. This court is out of order. This whole trial is out of order. The verdict is out of order. The judge is out of order.”
“Order! Order! The court can put you behind bars.”
“You order me? I order you. You and your order is out of order. And the bars… In your arse.”
Sometimes, it feels like His Highness is buried in that office-cum-tomb of the un-Civil Secretariat of Lahore. With Anarkali. Where bulks and bulks of old gazettes, journals, nothings, and orders are placed to provide evidence that nothing has changed since 1857.
Not even noting. Please. Put up. Urgent. Amend. Seen. Submitted pls.
O’ shut up please!
“Anarkali! How you doing?”
