Pakistan, April 29 -- The sun roared above the metropolitan on that Saturday afternoon. My day did not begin until the alarm's defeaning sound brought me back to life, shaking my conscious and reminding me of the pivotal role this day would play in my years to come. I always believed that an amalgam of zest and a little madness can get anything done, but believe me, I couldn't be more wrong. Pakistan is a country where accomplishing something queer is the precise synonym for pulling as many strings as you possibly can.

Call it my extravagant charm, or the fortunate career of my father, that I finally landed an appointment with the man responsible for holding, as the masses usually refer them, the curse of our society behind the circumfer...