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Benazir Assasinated



I am in complete shock right now. Benazir Bhutto assasinated.

And I can only imagine the situation in Pakistan right now. Their country has lost a leader. Now they have no sense of direction pollitcally too. Even a postponed elections will have lost its slight sense of legitimacy with Ms Bhutto dead and Nawaz Sharif having backed out.

The Americans have lost their trump card in Benazir Bhutto and they will now look to Nawaz Sharif. A new playing ground for the elections with new rules will have to be laid down. Whether 'level' or not remains to be seen.

Pakistan is now in a state of chaos. The attack took place in Rawalpindi which is a garrison town and brings in the possibility of Army involvement. The People's Party of Pakistan and other independent organisations blame the Army.

Musharaff in the two hours since the attack has been involved in a high-level meeting in Islamabad. A state of high-alert has been declared in Pakistan and the Indian government has stepped up security at the Line Of Control and the international border.

What does Musharaff do now? Does he postpone the elections or let the political process continue?

Benazir Bhutto was a spark of hope for India too with regard to India-Pakistan relations. She spoke of the need for a moderate face to rule Pakistan and of ending religious fundamentalism. And in her very own words, a 'Friend of India'. She held a lot of promise for reforming relations with India. She stirred hope in the people of Pakistan and will always be regarded as a great leader.

Pakistan mourns and so do people all over the world.

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