Political Dissent – The lowest ebb

The current political situation in Pakistan is unprecedented in its history, not with respect to political rivalries and the associated manoeuvrings but because of the way our body politic is dying a slow death courtesy the degeneration of moralities and the mass exodus of ethics out of our political discourse and practices.

There is an utter disregard towards values like respect for the opposing ideology and forbearance over political dissent. All we have are sharpened knives that are instantly out as soon as somebody utters a word incompatible to our set of beliefs.

The most unfortunate aspect of today’s immoral, less tolerant political culture is the proliferation of an ill-cultured, intolerant social media generation who could be seen at each others throats whenever you log on to the battlefields of facebook, twitter or any other related forum where the freedom of expression is criminally abused. Our politicians keep churning the dirt to feed the smear campaigns running at full throttle on our social media forums and there is no regulation whatsoever, nobody to stop this collective suicide of moralities.

While we are so busy bringing each other down, we have almost forgotten that we are in the midst of the month of August — the month of the creation of our homeland. Imagine if any of the founding leaders of Pakistan gets to see what we are doing to each other, to our institutions, will he be proud of the sacrifices they rendered for us. I am not sure. If motherland is like a mother, we all should behave like the proud sons and daughters of the land. This is the time to introspect, not to disrespect the sacrifices rendered by our forefathers. There is not pill for the ills of our nation except unity. If are to survive, we have to be united, holding on to the values of tolerance and respect. These keyboards and touch-screen wars will get us nowhere.

Random Tweets

Who cares for quality when one is not even able to string two decent lines in to a a blogpost! So I better stop this nonsensical wait for a poem to pour or some concentration to muster in a prose. I better share with you my random mind that I tweeted away in the span of a fortnight or so.

  • There’s a certain North star that I’m in love with for the conspicuous glitter it has; Its heart might have caught a bigger fire!
  • the bigger the fire the brighter the face!
  • If only we could erase our sorrows from the slate of our mind! If only we could write ourselves all over again!
  • Could I rise from the ruins; wish I could grow wings like a phoenix!
  • I’ve become a cynic; a terrible one at that!
  • Raith say buth na bana aey meray achay fankaar; aik lamhay ko teher, may tujhay pathar la dooN!
  • So, where’s my galaxy when the sun’s sunk into the horizon?
  • Passing through a weird phase that has the potential to make or annihilate my inner being; wish I metamorphose to something good!
  • Dont succumb to vanity; Cling on!
  • As if someone’s clipped the wings of my imagination; I cant get out of the box to write and think! I’m dying to write something, really!
  • Gimme Thy blessings! Gimme the fertility of thoughts!
  • The sun is breathing its last! Lemme absorb its dying beauty in my eyes!
  • I love it when the orangish tinge of the dying sun reflects in my eyes!
  • safar dushwaar hay lakin; tumhari yaad kay gul; raah may khushboo lutatay hain
  • I was ‘optimistook’ hence am a pessimist!
  • The world tastes me porridge every time I’m high on the wine of dreams!
  • Give me some food for thought; I’m hungry since eternity!
  • Am not a cannibal but I still have the crave to hold your quivering heart and taste whether it tastes my love! 😛

Nothingness/Weirdness

I feel pity on this blog for the way it suffers the brunt of inactivity thanks to the rainless seasons in the barren lands of my mind. I started this to grow green pastures of optimism amid the infertility all around me, but alas!

So, the current is a rather lame effort to keep it alive for I have nothing significant to write. What about sharing with you a rather ‘funny’ incident that happened to me a couple of days back? Hmm .. let me recall it;

On the scorching last Sunday afternoon, I went out to the market to have some groceries. As I walked back towards my flat I felt as if somebody on a motorbike was chasing me. I sensed it right when he stopped right beside me and asked,

‘hello, do you live in this hostel?’, he pointed towards the nearby boys hostel.

‘no’ I replied rather politely. ‘why? is it alright?’

‘I actually have seen you somewhere. Do you go to the City gym?’ he took his helmet off, ran his fingers in those sweaty, shiny locks of his and I nodded to his query. As though in a hurry he asked my cell phone number which I couldn’t refuse. (my mannerism got the better of me, to my shock and bewilderment later). I offered him a cup of tea or cold drink which he smilingly promised for some other time later.

Later when I pondered the whole encounter, I couldn’t stop scolding myself for giving personal information to strangers out there. The thing became tricky when I received this sms like;

‘hey, it was nice to meet you yaar!’ to which I replied, ‘but I’m curious as to why you stopped and asked me those questions; tell me about yourself’.

The series of his replies incensed, shocked and amused me when he introduced himself to be an internee in a bank and showed his willingness to have with me ‘a relationship of romance’ 😛 I curbed my intention of bashing him for good and shut him up with a reply which thankfully he understood.

A friend of mine took his number and introduced himself to be somebody with an ‘open mind unlike Aadil’s conservatism’ to play a prank on the eccentric being but the ploy couldn’t work courtesy my friend’s mentioned age of 40 😛

On a serious note, the whole episode reminded me of how moralities evaporate and how values overlap in the age of so called globalization.

P.S: Some of the details have consciously been skipped to avoid indecency. I apologize if it still is.

P.P.S: It was Farhan who prompted me to post this encounter since I mentioned it on my twitter account 😉

Boredom

It has never been a case with me — such protraction of a phase of boredom. The current one has really stretched from days to weeks to months and I don’t know where it intends to go from here dragging me along. When I retrospect, I find some missing links, the fading glimpse of a galaxy I used to enkindle my being from. The realization is, that I lost my inspiration and I badly need some to turn this tide of nothingness.

I wish to reconnect with the people whose presence meant colors when things became dull like they are.

An evening to remember

It has been quite some time since I last attended a function of sorts at the Pakistan Academy Of Letters, so when I received this sms of invitation from Khurram Khiraam Siddiqui, the PAL editor of English I had to go there for one doesn’t always come across a person of the stature of Zulfikar Ghose, the US based poet, novelist and essayist, whom the gathering was arranged for.

I was fortunate to arrive earlier at the Editor’s office, meet the honorable Ghose sahib and exchange some pleasantries with him. Thats where I got my hands literally on a copy of the biannual anthology of the Pakistani writers, ‘The Pakistani Literature’ where translations from a variety of Pakistani languages as well as original English works of the prominent Pakistani literati are published. I flipped through pages and was pleasantly surprised to see the publication of four of my translated poems from Pushto. I conveyd my gratitude to Mr. Khiraam who enhanced my delight by showing me a heavier anthology which included pieces of translations as well as a selection of the original Pakistani English literature from 1947 to 2010, that again included a translation of mine. I requested for the contributor’s copies which the Editor generously handed me with compliments.

The function itself was a wonderful experience. Ghose sahib recited poems from his latest collection called ’50 Poems’ published by the Oxford University Press. In between the recitals of his inspiring poetry Ghose sahib delighted us with interesting anecdotes pertaining mostly to his experiences in life. There was a question-answer session in the end which again was full of information as we came to know how writers born in the third world are assigned labels in the West and how it limits the scope of a writer.

The modertator Khurram Khiraam Siddiqui (left) with Zulfikar Ghose (right)

It was an evening to remember and one would like to be a part of such enlightening gatherings more often.

40(a whole lot of)Questions

Ayesha handed us the tag after doing it impressively on her blog. Here it is;

1. My uncle once: accompanied me to his Bahrain (Swat) house in the off season to arrange for some repair work in his house. It was the only time I visited Swat in winter that was freezing cold.

2. Never in my life: Have I puffed a cigarette; I’d like to have a go at sheesha sometime, though

3. When I was five: I was an intelligent kid they say, only to spoil with the progression of time; now I’m one foolish being 😛

4. High School was: Situated on the Bank Road. We’d play cricket during the break-time in the Company Bagh. We in the 9th class would almost always beat the 10th that would give us immense pride and joy. Ah, the good ol times!

5. I will never forget: My childhood rains; the way I’d drench myself in the rainwater, riding on the bicycle in the streets in my hometown. I cherish those memories the most.

6. I once met: An atheist who tried his best to convince me to subscribe to his set of beliefs. I came back cursing myself for asking him a favor.

7. There’s this girl I know who: Is Breathtakingly beautiful. She inhabits a jungle full of fierce beasts. May she be safe and unharmed!

8. Once, at a bar: Never at a bar, not for my piety but the unavailability of ones here in Isloo 😛 (Joke a side, I loathe alcohol)

9. By noon, I’m usually: Done with my office work

10. Last night: I couldn’t sleep proper; it has become a routine now

11. If only I had: The necessary life skills, I wouldn’t be fretting all the time

12. Next time I go to the Temple: Next

13. Rakhi Sawant: Not ma cuppa tea!

14. What worries me most: Is the unjust economic world

15. When I turn my head left, I see: A window covered with blinds

16. When I turn my head right, I see: A sofa with a heavy-weight friend seated on it 😛

17. You know I’m lying when: I write all things rosy; it occurs very rarely though

18. What I miss most about the nineties: The Pakistani pop music, college, playing cricket etc.

19. If I was a character in Shakespeare, I’d be: Am not that familiar with Shakespearian characters, I always wish to read him thoroughly though

20. By this time next year: Don’t ask me the question; the future looks bleak!

21. A better name for me would be: Pareshan Khan 😛

22. I have a hard time understanding: Myselfmylifeandallthingsme

23. If I ever go back to school, I’ll: I’ll try to do well in mathematics

24. You know I like you if: You’re patriotic with a balanced outlook of things. I don’t like you if you’re a liberal fascist!

25. If I ever won an award, the first person I’d thank would be: Depends on who inspired me the most to win that

26. Sachin Tendulkar, Mozart, Sonia Gandhi & Ronaldo: Of all I’m impressed with Sachin and Ronaldo(the Christiano)

27. Take my advice, never: Open your heart to every Tom, Dick or Harry; I’ve done it and I suffered most the time.

28. My ideal breakfast is: Halvapuri, Channas, Slices with jam, Chai, and what not and what not .. 😀

29. A song I love, but do not own is: ‘Hero’ by Enrique Eglisias

30. If you visit my hometown, I suggest: To visit the monuments of Gandhara Civilization at Takht Bhai

31. Tulips, character flaws, microchips, & track stars: Tulip Revolution In Kyrgyzstan

32. Why won’t people: Stop asking me the question when to tie the marital knot!

33. If you spend the night at my house: Isn’t it a strange question, eh?

34. I’d stop my wedding for: Why the heck would I do so ;)

35. The world could do without: The luxuries like Burj Dubai ..

36. I’d rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: Than flattering my boss

37. My favorite blonde is: Not a particular blonde favorite

38: Paper clips are more useful than: Notebook backs to write on

39. If I do anything well, it’s: Gonna be a miracle

40. And by the way: I did this rather longish entry in parts coz of a few official routines