HEADING ON THE RIGHT PATH ?

Salam and Dheron Duaien !

Political Rumbling ... Bye Elections ... Senate Elections ... General Elections ... Trading ... Courts ... Courtiers ... Verdicts ... Vespids ... Attacks ... Counter Attacks ... Institutions ... Insults ...

The SELF-GAME tops the chart ... Perception of threats Pakistan faces - NO OBJECT ... But the threats are real, the environments are inviting, the enemies are eager ...

We ought to put our act together as quickly as possible ...

Put our act together, we must ...

But for the time, enjoy the following tale ... :

A Master and his Servant were on their way home on horseback late at night after having a good drink.

At a ford where the bank was steep, the Master fell head first into the creek. He scrambled up, and shouted to his servant:

"Hold on, Mon! Something fell off--I heard it splash!"

Servant climbed down from the saddle and waded about blindly in the shallow water, with groping hands. At last, he seized on the Master.

"Why it's yourself, mon, as fell oof!"

"No, No," the master declared stoutly. "It can't be me--here I am."

Then he, added: "But if it is me, get me back on the horse."

Servant helped the Master to the horse and boosted him up astride. In the dark, the rider was faced the wrong way to.

"Gie me the reins," the Master ordered.

Servant felt about the horse's rump, and, then cried out, clutching the tail:

"It waur the horse's head as fell off--nothin' left but the mane!"

"Gie me the mane, then," the Master directed stolidly. "I must hae something to hold on."

So, when he had the tail firmly grasped in both hands, and Servant had mounted, the procession began to move. Whereat, the Master shouted in dismay: