I've been up since Fajr, on Eid day.
The morning proper began with the Eid prayers. In the close-knit societal setup that is Pakistan; this religious ritual serves as a social "cement" between various strata of the society. Prayers were offered for the peace, progress and prosperity of our beloved Pakistan. Supplication was made for the health of all present.
This was followed by a prolonged session of "eid jhappis" (embraces). The ritual thrice-hug greetings...the "Eid Mubarak" followed by the customary "Khair Mubarak". The drive back home...the Eid greetings to family members, and the expectant look from all the children. Seeing that look in their eyes, you KNOW that they're expecting Eidi. Aap un ko hazaar bata dein ke yeh paison wali Eid nahin, gosht wali Eid hai...haraam hai ke woh zara barabar bhi sunein! After the children get their Eidi, anyways, you engage in the fierce assault on the "Sewaiyyan" and "Sheer Khorma" and "Channa Chaat", as consolation.
All of this, while the children feed leaves and shrubs to the sacrificial "bakrey" (who at night, are occupying the garage which houses the FJ40). Which reminds me...those goats have to die! How DARE they make the FJ40 smell of anything other than high-octane, grease, oil, and lubricants?! And how dare they occupy space (even for only a couple of days) that is reserved exclusively for the Cruiser?! I say again...those goats have to die!!
On Eid day, once again...Eid Mubarak to all friends, and well-wishers. May god bless you all, and your loved ones. May He make Pakistan strong, and prosperous, and sovereign...
...and may our machines be incredibly powerful, fast, rough and tuff, and resilient. And may the price of POL products come down far enough, for us to enjoy all the horsepower and torque!