Before I start the story, I would like to give a brief description of something:
Madness in the inability to communicate your ideas. It's as if you were in a foreign country, able to see and understand everything that's going on around you, but incapable of explaining what you need to know or of being helped, because you don't understand the language they speak there.
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A powerful wizard, who wanted to destroy an entire kingdom, placed a magic potion in the well from which all the inhabitants drank . Whoever drank that would go mad.
The following morning, the whole population drank from the well and they all went mad, apart from the king and his family, who had a well set aside from them alone, and which the magician had not managed to poison. The king was worried and tried to control the population by issuing a series of edicts governing security and public health. The policemen and the inspectors, however, had also drunk the poisoned water and they thought the king's decisions were absurd and resolved to take no notice of them.
'When the inhabitants of the kingdom heard these decrees, they became convinced that the king had gone mad and was now giving nonsensical orders. They marched on the castle and called for his abdication.
'In despair, the king prepared to step down from the throne, but the queen stopped him, saying: "Let us go and drink from the communal well. Then, we will be the same as them."
'And that was what they did: the king and the queen drank the water of madness and immediately began talking nonsense. Their subjects repented at once; now that the king was displaying such wisdom, why not allow him to continue ruling the country?
'The country continued to live in peace, although its inhabitants behaved very differently from those of its neighbors. And the king was able to govern until the end of his days.
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What happened in punjab on 16th march can somehow be related to the story given above. Although the reader of this story would most probably be mad as well so I would rather not explain that how the king on 16th march drank the water from the well and got himself registered into the row of the mad people, cuz if I will, I will be considered the mad man too. But since what so ever I will write or not write, I am considered mad man, I shall not stop saying it.
In this story the queen told the king to drink the water, instead here on 16th march, the queen did not let the king to drink it, but to pretend like them. I think it was a bright and clever move. I think that is what our nation is, they only listen to their mad so called runaway heroes, because its only them they can understand. But the ones with a little wisdom and vision are either murdered or being scandalized as our present king is being done nowadays.
Long live the king. Long live the bhuttos
