Pity the Nation

July 20, 2007

Pakistan … anything can happen here anytime. Heroes are reduced to zero in an instant; rulers are forced to pack up; suicide attackers can play havoc with people’s lives; judges are rendered non-functional; intelligence agencies could harass top judges; government servants could embezzle millions of rupees; mosques could challenge the writ of state; state kidnaps its own citizen; artists receive life threats for their art; CD shop are blamed for corrupting morality, proclaimed offenders hold public offices; political parties take whole cities hostage; political leaders change their loyalties overnight; military topples government anytime; terrorist roam around more freely than the law enforcers; journalists receive bullets for writing truth; television channels could be forced to suspend transmission; those responsible for the country’s breakup are let off, prime minister’s brother is shot dead by police in encounter ………. 

Imagine, is all this possible anywhere else in the world? 

Khalil Gibran words sound prophetic if we see them in the backdrop of the contemporary Pakistan.

Pity the Nation that is full of beliefs and empty of religion;

Pity the Nation that acclaims the bully as hero,

And that deems the glittering conqueror beautiful;

Pity the Nation that raises not its voice,

Save where it walks in a funeral,

And will rebel not save when its neck is laid;

Between the sword and the block;

Pity the Nation that whose sages are dumb with years,

And whose strong men are yet in the cradles;

Pity the Nation divided into fragments,

Each fragment deeming itself a nation. 


For Singing Tomorrows

December 31, 2006

2006 is about to be a part of a vast wilderness called past. What is in the fleeting days and nights, except a creeping sensation of passing through the limits of space and time? What are the joys, tears and sorrows attached to the sandcastle called life? Every sorrow has its happiness and happiness its tears. In a nutshell happiness is all about tomorrow, whatever we do is all for the singing tomorrows. As the yesterday/past in nothing but a long trail on the desert of time we left behind while heading towards the oasis we call tomorrow or future. Every tomorrow has a message, radiance and hope about it. It calls us to let bygones be bygones and fix our gaze at the future or on the singing tomorrows.

“Written in the Season of fear”

December 29, 2006

Daily Times reports that family of an Afghan writer believes he has been picked up by the Pakistani agencies over writing memories of his three years imprisonment in Guantánamo Bay prison. Abdul Rahim Muslim Dost went missing on September 29 after his book “The Broken Shackles of Guantánamo” hits the market on 3rd September 2006. Accordingly the shadowy guys earlier approached him to restraint from publishing his book. During the war Pakistani and Afghan bounty hunters sold scores of people to the CIA for US$ 5000 per head. Earlier this year an Amnesty International report said that “The road to Guantánamo starts in Pakistan”. Ironically 300 people have been released from the Gulag of our Times without any charge or indictment which is brimming with inmates thanks to the Mush all out support to the war on terror. 85percent detainees were not directly arrested by the Americans but by the Afghan Militias and Pakistani government who later handed over them to the US. 

Concordia Discors

October 11, 2006

Tibet’s spiritual leader Dalai Lama says since the Tibetan have lived with Buddhism for centuries, so they tend to consider it as the best religion. Necessarily this result into thinking that it will be good if the humanity would also follow Buddhism and this notion of an all Buddhist world is a type of extreme thinking.

Now if we consider all the chaos, wars and fragmentations that plagues our times or  better the very course and essence of it; all are owed to the extreme thinking which emerges as the sole cause of cultural friction and chaotic world. Notions like “white man’s burden” and the sort limits our perspectives and seriously undermine our ability to understand the religions, cultures and social setting other than of our own.

Thanks to the rapid innovations in the communication technologies, the world has shrunk to global village. But these innovations are unable to alter the deep-rooted cultural stereotypes and broaden our viewpoints. Therefore, as our contact with other people and backgrounds tends to increase, so does the differences and friction. And we tend to impose what is dear to us on others in place of what is dear to them. This being impossible leads us into the world of conflict.

Therefore, in order to live peacefully in this world we have to accept the religio-cultural diversity, which adds hue and zest to life otherwise it would have not been worth living. We have to come up with our phobias, manias and stereotypes in order to qualify the litmus test of human survival. Otherwise in the words of T.S. Eliot, “The wind shall say, “here were decent godless people;
Their only monument the asphalt road
And a thousands lost golf balls.”