…that last amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the centre of all infinity—the boundless daemon-sultan Azathoth, whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time amidst the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the thin, monotonous whine of accursed flutes; to which detestable pounding and piping dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic ultimate gods, the blind, voiceless, tenebrous, mindless Other Gods whose soul and messenger is the crawling chaos Nyarlathotep.

H.P. Lovecraft - The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath

Now, Nyarlathotep has been know to assume a myriad of guises across cultures, but the one that concerns us most is The Thing in the Yellow Mask, also referred to as The High Priest Not to Be Described, which, as the lore of the dreamlands would have us believe, dwells in an unnamed monastery on the Plateau of Leng. That is, of course, when he isn’t masquerading as John Stewart in your dreams.

Sorry, that’s just what I think about when I think about India and Pakistan.