In today’s world, it seems even a nice plate of chicken curry can’t make people like each other.

It is so sad to see that neighbors cannot be friendly over a nice hot dish supper—just exactly what is this world coming to? Next thing you know, they will be phoning each other in the middle of the night and hanging up, or putting dog poo in a flaming sack on the front door step.

I don’t quite know what the reporter, Myra MacDonald, was thinking. What ANYBODY was thinking who was covering this story and expecting a sudden deflation of tension in the Subcontinent. Did any of the reporters really think that this shindig was going to result in anything other than a bad case of flatulence? From the story, you get the sense that they were covering this as if it were intended to be an intervention, with all the other South Asian potentates plotting to lock the Pakistani and Indian delegates in a room and tell them that they were loved, but that they needed help—you know, before they did something bad. The Pakistanis and Indians would be belligerent, then teary-eyed, then acquiesce to entering a local (but well thought of) 12-step anger management program.

No one wants a further escalation in this situation, but to sit there and write about this dinner as a missed opportunity for peace is a bit silly, and does no justice to the real problem. Which is, of course, funny-looking national costumes. Remember, no country with a GAP store has ever declared war against another country with a GAP store.
posted by Terry at 3:20:00 PM