A scene ...
"Hey we are fine with this", said the Kashmiri in his accent while he perfects his turban.
"You think you are, but you are not" cried the Pakistani General, standing tall in his uniform.
"I dont understand. What you mean?"
"We will allow you to profess your-sorry- our religion freely"
"We have that with India too!" Said Kashmiri.
"Okay, but we will allow you to recite the Quran whole day long"
"We take care of that too"
"But you see, you are ruled by Kafirs. Dont you think you should rule yourself?"
"What? We rule ourselves General. Our CM is Kashmiri, chosen by none other than us! "
"What do you mean?"
"I mean the democracy?"
"What's that brother? "
"Are you sure you dont know what democracy is?
"To tell you the truth, NO. Though I had heard Mujbir Rehman, that Bengali traitor, talking something about demo-whatever, but I never understood what it was!" claimed the general. "Then we killed some 10 million of those as we could not understand what the hell they were saying!"
"Oh!", The Kashmiri was perplexed.
"Yeah! They were traitors. We are trying to understand Baloch people for so long but I think we are having a hard time understanding them too!", now his forefingers touching the moustache.
"Well, I wanna pass your offer!"
"How about 2 lakhs rupees in hour bank account?" Inquired the General.
"Okay, kindly arrange my tickets to NY, while I get my boys ready"