First, read this.
In a bid to emulate other noble dictatorships and fundamentalist governments, the Kingdom of Bahrain has decided to enforce a ban on pork. This wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't from Bahrain and intend on frequently visiting the place and feasting on my mother's sorpotel and vindaloo.
Apparently, we have this wonderful set of MPs who go about creating fucked up rules, all in the name of Islam. Now anyone who knows more about Bahrain other than it being 'somewhere near Saudi and Dubai, no?' and my personal favourite 'do you have to wear a burqa when you go there?' knows how liberal society in Bahrain. In Bahrain, you can glug your beer while your Kuwaiti counterparts look on with envy, watch movies your Saudi counterparts might be arrested for being in possession of and enjoy hanging out with female Bahraini colleagues dressed in ways their Saudi counterparts daren't even desire. We've always enjoyed the rock (and other tasteless music) concerts, pubs, discotheques, wild parties that end at 5am, ham and pork that you can buy at your regular hypermart and to sum up, WE LIVED IT UP. Back then. Of course, now, in the pretend-democracy that Bahrain recently became, freedom has been rapidly diminishing.
It all started with so-called Bahrainisation, in which they tried to oust as many expatriates as possible so as to give their jobs to the locals. Kind of what Obama is trying to do with America now. Then the Ministry of Information decided to block access to certain Web sites. Now, I don't really know the details of that but I do know that access was restricted to sites considered "offensive" and "pornographic". How is a person watching porn on the Internet any of a government's concern, I don't know. It might worry the parents of Internet surfing preteens, yes, the Chinese government, yes, the Indian government, no they're too busy watching it. Now they're trying to ban pork and alcohol. I'm wondering if Bahrain's going to be a little extension to Saudi Arabia. I wonder where the Saudis will go on the weekend now.
I tell you, I keep falling in love with India more and more each day. Even if they did get around to banning beef, pork and anything else the Brahmins dislike, there'd be a billion ways to still enjoy it. Internet freedom in India is only restricted on corporate networks; the Indian government's too busy squandering taxpayer money on lining their bellies to care what we read about, anyway (no, it has nothing to do with their love of human rights). And the pitiful attempts to ban alcohol in Chennai will fall flat on their faces once they realise they've driven the miserable little thread of tourists that come here (only to find there's nothing to see or do except get scorched in the blazing heat and get stared at by the eager leches) away. There go my plans of a relaxing break with the folks. Now what.

