If Charles Dickens were to sum up the dilemma of cultural migration from across the border he would probably summarize: Pakistani artistes in India never had it so good. Pakistani artistes never had it so bad.
Fawad Khan, for example, is in demand in Bollywood by default. With his matinee-idol looks and self-absorbed demeanour, plus a great command over the Urdu language, he brings to Bollywood the quality of implosive intensity. Fawad is everything a Bollywood star should be, plus royal in his arrogance.
But Fawad, like all his contemporaries from Uss Paar, walks a tightrope. He is happy to be working in an industry that offers him a chance to be a star with all the trappings, including the Karan Johar school of hospitality.
But you'll never see Fawad being particularly demonstrative about his presence in Hindustan. No, Sir! Marna hai kya? In Pakistan the media monitors every word that is uttered by their artistes in India. And there is hell to pay if the artiste dares to overstep the line of courteous hospitality.
This, poor Shahid Afridi has discovered to his dismay. And what did poor Afridi say? His words, "I've not enjoyed playing anywhere as much as I have in India. I am in the last stage of my career and I can say that the love I have got in India is something that I will always remember. We have not got this much love even from Pakistan. There are cricket-loving people here, much like in Pakistan. Overall, I've enjoyed a lot playing in India in my cricketing career".
We should bow our heads and be thankful that for all the talk of tolerance/intolerance, we at least get to express our joy and gratitude for the hospitality served up to us in neighbouring countries. Imagine if we were to return home after a week of binging on biryani in Karachi to be served a legal notice for anti-national activities.
That would be giving an entirely new definition to the last supper.