Why I wonder it was a prophecy?????

Something that I wrote in December 2005. I think things are moving that way. I guess ultimately it will be good.

http://demopak.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

a hope for civility

i see a hope of Pakistan becoming a more civilized country being run by the book... and the hope stems from the fact that in the recent years, all across the country, a whole new class of rich has been born as a result of property and stock booms... now this new class is going to challenge the existing aristocracy of the country by hook or by crook (because of its sheer size and wealth). and so for the exisiting aristocracy on the whole, the only way to survive is to make civilized rules and play by them... anyone who wants to observe the ruthlessness of this new class, just drive on Lahore roads for an hour...:)

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