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Of Mustaches & Men

On a crisp November morning today, our great leader in his sagacious ways passed a wooden stick on to his next of command, the next great leader. Obviously this was a ceremony of true military pomp and honor with the prime minister in PCO attending along with various high level dignitaries and bureaucracy.

It was a pretty ironic moment, the passing of this ceremonial baton. Yet I found it quite humorous that our Army passes on its command by relinquishing a stick to the next chief of staff. It is often said in various drawing rooms of some repute, that this nation can only be run with a danda(stick) as the populace is either too illiterate or too poor to give a damn about who and what is important for them. Thus such things of importance must be decided by those with waxed mustaches and starched uniforms.

 

We must not forget that our great leader was a man who soldiered on for his country for the last 46 years. What a career he must have had, as he rose through the rank and file of the khaki politics. It must also be remembered that our last few army chiefs were not wise enough to hand over command when it was due. A memorable one was off course blown out of the sky by they say “a few crates of mango’s”

 

So did our General make the right decision at the right time? He spent 9 years at the helm of what can perhaps be called the greatest anarchy in existence today, our countries politics. He came into power on the impetuous of a coup engineered from the skies and ushering in what we ordinary idiots of the land thought would be a new era. To be fair to him lets give him credit where its due. He did turn a heck of a lot of things around in the first 5 years, true he was greatly aided by the war to find the turbaned ones and what not. However he did the single best thing none of our past leaders have been able to do. He gave us hope and he kicked the most corrupt out. He was always straightforward and in your face. Few can forget his bold move to shake an enemy president’s hand in front of the whole world at the U.N. A gesture which must have taken a lot of bravado as nobody in our history had the decency to do so.

 

He did set us on the right path as far as textbook economics is concerned as well. With a growth rate of 7% per annum and infrastructure development in many previously neglected parts of the country. Did he do enough however? As in his presence at Supreme command he often talked of a foolproof strategy to ensure continuation of  his policies. One would only hope that this does not happen as his policies of late have been quite bizarre. He kicked out the only normal and functioning (to the peoples pride) part of our government, that of the independent judiciary. He also shut down our daily dose of sensationalism and a bit of news here and there. In short our great leader did a hell of a lot of things in his 9 year tenure and he often did them with all the gallantry of a battering ram at full throttle.

 

So let’s examine our current choices after his handing off the stick. To the right ladies and gents we have the Daughter of the West. Totally corrupt & half crazy as she believes she is gods answer to every problem and perfectly engineered by those that engineer best. To the left and this is a recently returned corner, we have the lion of Punjab, the great (not so bald hope) that the masses are hoping to cling onto. In the far outreaches of the ring stand various turbaned gentlemen, some run radio stations some TV stations and then some run the biggest religious party to have been founded in this land. Obviously we have tried all of these so called leaders, some even twice and found the same result. A morally and financially bankrupt government after say 3 or 4 years at the most of their rule.

 

 

Wait…. Have the powers to be thought all this through before they pressured our great leader to doff his hat so that these looters can return to the plunder? Do they even need to think this through as all they care about is achieving their own goals and objectives, Pakistan be damned! Have we the people so eagerly celebrating and looking to the skies in hope of a new dawn thought of the consequences of this move?

 

We are quick to blame the army for their misdeeds and financial empires in so called books written from merry old England. Has anyone bothered to write a book on what those that we now wish to crown have done? I think in about oh a couple o years we will want the khaki ones to take over once more as the argument then will be, but what else are we to do?

 

Well here are a few ideas. How about we as a nation for once elect someone that gives a damn? How about we instead of voting for who pressurizes us or cajoles us most, vote on their past deeds in government? How about we give new blood a chance? How about we vote on merit this time instead of Party? The reason my friends for all this “How abouting” I am doing is that if we do not do something intelligent in these polls, the next time looting commences and we go running to the GHQ, they might not come to our rescue. They might just throw us the ceremonial stick!!

The Killing Blow

80090.jpgAs i write this, the Pak Vs India ODI series is now over, India having won it by a 3-2 margin. It was not a one sided affair by far, with most of the matches going down to the wire, as they often do when both these teams play.

Team Pakistan under their new captain Shoaib Malik and Coach Lawson have been performing at quite a stable rate since the start of the 20/20 world cup but along with the old problems of bad fielding and irresponsible batting, we seem to have developed an entire new category of headaches. That is we are failing at an alarming rate as of late to finish things off!!

I do not think it has got to do anything with the Captain or the Coach changing though. I think some of our newly drafted players although well on in age and skill lack the necessary finesse to deal the crucial killing blow to the opposition.

I know it seems bad to crucify someone who deals in spades until they reach the final hand and suddenly fold their cards but we have now had ample time to analyze the said scenario. It happened in the 20/20 final, and in this ODI series as well, comically on the same shot! A behind the stumps whack it all which resulted in a catch in the 20/20 final and a couple of stump breakers in the currently finished series. True our tail is batting better than it used to and taking some of the pressure off our middle order, which the opening should be doing by the way, but it still lacks the finishing touch.

The immediate solution to this seems to be to bring back Abdul Razzak who is a far better batsman then Misbah and has the experience, which he has time and again proven to take it to the opposition at the end. However Misbah might be used in an opening position as we have tried everyone and their carpenter on that slot and still fail. We have seen he can bat slowly as well as explode onto the opposition.

What could we lose anyways? What we would gain however is another bowling option and a reliable batsman down in the order with Boom Boom, who no matter what the situation is still plays like a man on crack. I really still do not understand how he merits a place in the side and not Razzak?

Still even if he is there for his bowling, which i must admit he does well off lately, we need more stability and the onus to take pressure and succeed under it at the death.

Another serious problem is that of the wicket keeper, which someone has to handle at some point, because lets call a spade a spade as Kamran Akmals batting and keeping are going so far down the drain they may be un salvageable. He needs some time away from International cricket and rest, the under19 captain who is a fantastic keeper comes to mind here.

Frankly unless we hold onto the catches behind the stumps and get our finishing touch back, we are going to keep sinking in the ratings because lets face it “nearly there” is not enough in cricket or life!

Angreji Me


The English language is according to facts and figures the 2nd most universally spoken language. It is spoken by one out of five people in this planet. It is the language of technology and the information age as well with more than 75% of all web pages on the internet being in English.

Various countries of this world have contributed to this language in many ways, i.e research, addition of words, literature etc. However Pakistan has done for this language what none of them could achieve in 100’s of years. It has given the power of impression, persuasion and the air of elitism to it; quite simply it is the language of power in Pakistan.

Let me elaborate in case I am accused of making broad sweeping generalizations. Walk up to any counter of importance in our country, this could range from the immigration desk to the counter of any customer service department of any organization and speak in vibrant fluent Urdu, explaining your woes or request. You should get a medal if u generate more than a lukewarm response of total disdain. Do the same in fluent vibrant English? And you are instantly transported into a position of power, your requests are tended to, your ideas appreciated. It is as if you are another person altogether, as if you suddenly matter!

The CIA fact book on our country, and I refer to this because they happen to know more about us usually then we do say’s and I quote “English” the official; lingua franca of Pakistani elite and most government ministries. Confusing is it not? Since our national language is supposed to be a much neglected thing called Urdu?

In order to examine this hilarious premise we must look at our school system. Starting with their names. More than 90% of all Preschools, Intermediate schools and Universities in Pakistan have their names in guess what? English. Right from the start of a child’s education here, and I am speaking on a general parent level (as I am no educationist) the national language is Urdu, but the stress in curriculum these days is on acquiring a smattering in guess what again? English I wouldn’t even bother mentioning the posh schools where anyone speaking in Urdu is relegated to the ugly dustbin where the social pariahs of the joint family system and farsoodah khaiyalat reside.

Would you not be confused if say you arrived In Karachi for the first time and just drove around its various areas trying to get a feel of the place? You would see shops and shopping plazas with English names, restaurants which have menus in English, Road signs which are English first(Urdu at the bottom) heck even your parking receipt in most areas would be printed in English. You would switch on your radio and tune in to a now amazing array of FM music stations available with each VJ trying to outdo the others in the purring out of English. Speaking of Vj’s I think these people should feel some responsibility for the number of accidents they cause by their shall we say alluring accents? Normally it’s all good fun but when some of them specially the females start vexing eloquent about sensuality in oh so foreign accents, it is a mite distracting for the driver to say the least.

With each passing phase and event in our part of the world, I see Urdu being eroded in its use day by day in every sphere of activity. I really do not understand what importance our national language is being given in any of our social, political or business structures? If one has to write an application to any government department and see it past the chaprasis dustbin it has to be in English. Our utility bills are printed in the same language. Our business contracts are also drawn up in the same language. Our new generations are so disassociated with Urdu they do not even know how it started, of its history and magnificence. All one has to do is ask a 16 year old if he knows Minto or Shakespeare and I bet, 4 out of 5 will say Shakespeare was a great writer. Even the news channels these days or one of them at least have opted for English as their only language. Who are they catering to I wonder? With our literacy rate in English being what is is. In fact the only area I see which still gives its total focus and importance to our language is our music & poetry, kudos to our great artists for remaining true to their own, to their roots.

It really blends in with our national perspective as a whole. Total identity crises and confusion. We are forever chasing the dreams of others, imitating their accents their languages and their intents. Living in a reality which is so far removed from theirs its mind numbing. Why are we so hell bent on destroying a culture which is generations old, in ignoring art and poetry which is so rich in its meaning, the English language could not even comprehend it. Why do we not feel pride in our language? In our ways? In our style of life? I am not saying English is not a good tool in the world of today! Heck this article is written in it, but at least let’s try to encourage what is ours in the generations coming next. All I ask from each one of you dear readers is to pick up any verse of Ghalib or Iqbal and then translate it into English, you will see what I am trying to explain, the transition may be cool but it loses all its beauty in it! Perhaps by doing this we can understand what English lacks, the power of our own expression!!

(Published in the Nov 24th/ 2007 Issue of AAGAHEE with “The News”)

Making History

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Since November the 3rd we here in Pakistan have been going through various phases of shock and horror at what the seemingly misled government can do to its own popularity within the space of a month. We have witnessed a stock market meltdown, the closure of all news channels and the brutalization of the judiciary at the hands of the government.

In the last few days we have received a visit from Lord Mountbatten, we may as well just call him that because this is the role he is currently playing. After this visit a seemingly hell bent upon democratic party has suddenly but not surprisingly changed its tune. For after all we are quite used to the ways of the Daughter of the East by now. Whatever message “His Lordship” brought from his highness of the oval office seems to have struck a chord of some sort of harmony amongst the various strata of our government and its all fair and free from now on or is it?

Most of the news channels are now back up having signed various accords and agreements to not “Defame” the government. I wonder how one can defame a government which is gaining fame in media bullitens all around the world for outdoing the gestapo in its suppression tactics. However there are still few noble souls who have voted not to tow the governments line. The people at this one news channel and their various subsidiary channels must be saluted for having stood so steadfast against this storm of suppression by our countrymen.

Some very positive steps have come about also in the recent days due to various forms of international and internal pressure on the government. Today about 3400 people of the Republic of Pakistan were released from their unlawful holdings by various government agencies. Seemingly to appease the Lordship as well, because in truth we do not really give a damn about our own countrymen unless someone from the white halls appeals for their release. We couldnt care less for they are just mere pakistanis. Also the grand election commission of the Republic has now announced that election will be held on January the 8th 2008, that they will be free and fair and transparent and that all parties should cooperate to ensure that. Hilarious is it not? that the Election commission has to ask for support from all political parties to ensure the fairness of the elections? Obviously they cannot do it themselves.

What the government is failing to realize here day by day that this is not the Pakistan of Zia’s times. The public is well informed, aware and pissed off at their actions. Most of them are just not coming out from their rat races of a life because they are afraid or too involved in living under the various plethora of anxieties this country thrusts on them, to do anything other than slave. Still a storm is brewing and one can see its outbursts here and there. For instance at the press club today at the protest rally organized by the KUJ and participated in by many eminent journalists of this city. There was an outbreak of police brutality and baton charging which led to the journalists giving arrests under duress and protest, 150 or so in number as the various reports suggest. They were later released but many are badly injured. they are not the only ones injured, everywhere one goes these days.. the entire nation feels the injury of this disaster in their hearts. We may not have much but most of us are proud of the few things we have, and foremost among that is our ever resilient spirit. Does the government really think it can crush the spirit of millions of Pakistanis all around the world who are grieving at this loss to their homeland? the loss of freedom our forefathers gave their blood and tears to form? Nay… this is pure folly of a strategy whoever is planning or executing it. The nation stands at the doorway to chaos, and in such times.. a mere spark can set of a fire so intense nothing in the world will or can control it. We really need to put our collective heads together and bring some kind of form to this madness, we need to discuss things instead of taking actions, we need to stop this great nation from spiraling into anarchy. This is all we have, let us not end it this way.

“We want to live in the present and the only history that is worth a tinker’s damn is the history we make today”Henry Ford

Between Emergencies

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Mush…pssst Bush here, its not Us vs Them man, its Us vs Us
so lets not make this into Torah Borah man..Cmon

As i sit here writing this, it has now been precisely 14 days since the Great Leader in his ever omnipotent mood decided to thrust us back to deja vu on the 3rd Of Nov. The reasons he has pointed out in his several and getting more magnanimous by the minute interviews are several. Ranging from the apparent chaos in the government created entirely by the judiciary who are releasing wanted terrorists as we speak right now, to the 500 or so “militants” in Swat who are forcing the armies hand to take immediate action. Off course the fact that these so called militants seem to kidnap entire battalions of our troops, around 200 at one go is totally lost on us. Just how do a band of 25 men kidnap a battalion? could it be…that the battalion defected because it was getting kinda sick of umm maybe killing their own countrymen?

The powers to be also never cease to remind us that all of this has happened before, that the last elections were also held in an emergency, that we have been in one emergency or the other since we came into existence. Well who’s bloody fault is that?

The people of this great country have given and bled and done whatever is humanly possible throughout our not so illustrious 60 yr old history. They were out chanting on the roads in Ayubs era, they watched in despair later as their country was ripped apart by a leadership not open to being governed by East Pakistan. They then suffered further humiliation under lashes in the Zia era and when democracy came to them in the name of the daughter of the east, it was riddled with corruption. Then came the great bald hope from Punjab, promising to make every house a palace in raiwand and every business like his own burgeoning foundries. This too proved futile and we were out on the roads again singing and dancing as the daughter of the east claimed victory again in the elections. It would be wise to mention here that the last time there was a typhoon warning there were several people dancing on sea view in karachi to welcome it also. Such is the bane of our great positive spirit.

So….the daughter turns out to be the molester of the east once again and in come the chawdries, back to beating their drums, back to the same old tune. I was one of the people who welcomed “The Great Leaders” coup, and was thrilled to bits that suddenly he would change things. He did not do so bad at all in his tenure up till march this year, when i guess the pressure got to him finally and he started making one rash decision after another.

We have to give the guy some credit as well, he did make a lot of things happen in these last 8 years, the living standards of the general populace went up through various leasing schemes we cannot afford. Cell phones were made available for all which are stolen faster than u can say Nokia and lo and behold the stock market outperformed every other market in the region. Not to mention that only about err 5 people run it, while the rest are busy making them their money? Ok so some economic turnaround did happen, sectors like media and tech did go up and there has been a 7% sustained growth every annum. It is also true that most of the inflation these days is not due to governmental policies but private hoarding and the rising cost of transportation being directly related to oil and such. I would still rate his performance as more than better of his predecessors

The coup de grace is off course the fact that in the end… after all is said and done our “Great Leader” did what we always feared him to do. He got angry.. and in his anger or perhaps misinformation by his several cronies in vests and shalwat kamizes he moved as a commander would move. He first cut off the enemies supply lines by ousting those of the bars and the councils. Then he destroyed the enemy’s communication by putting a stop to it. Plain and simple, radio silence leading to confusion, leading to his army assuming total control of the battlefield. But….but he forgot one thing in his strategic haste to conquer back his supremacy. He forgot the people in this equation, the people of Pakistan. Who are let’s just put is this way a very tough and unforgiving race. The same populace is now out on the roads… protesting..nay demanding that their rights be given back to them.

We must understand that although it looks as if only a 100 or so protestors are out everyday, the number is growing, and growing fast. Even the disillusioned are now saying “look here man enough is enough” and this will continue to grow, till it reaches a tide that will sweep this nation and make it normal again, either that or we will have a revolution and whoever is stronger will seize the helm to bring about change. I pray it is the people, because in the end, even if for a brief period between the so called emergencies, it is only them that matter.

(will not be published anywhere :P )

Madness On Three Wheels

f2f9f7d0.jpg“I stepped out on the curb from my office building, after exhausting myself with trying to start my car, seems its on the conk again. I looked up and immediately started to sweat as i saw the blazing 43C bone burning sunshine beat down on me. Gingerly i made my way through the midway traffic trying to spot a rickshaw for my ride home”

These could have been my famous last words. Karachi’s rickshaws for anyone who has been near them or sat in them provide a terrifying and thrilling experience to the people who use them for their daily transport. These colorfully painted merchants of cardiac failure, our version of the roller coaster sans the binding harness and gleeful screaming (its usually in terror when riding one) are the only mass transit system available to millions of people who dare defy death everyday in them.

The rickshaw transaction as i refer to it is a series of questions and sign language from the driver to the passenger. It usually starts with one asking an empty rickshaw driver “is this rickshaw empty” Hilarious i know since it is empty in the first place but dare sit in one without the drivers express permission could see one being threatened with almost anything under the blazing sun. If so inclined the driver will swing his head to the passenger area usually with a jerk of his neck. Once inside one starts to bargain gingerly on where he wants to go and what price he will have to pay for it. Once this is done the driver reaches down to the floor and pulls a winding lever resulting in the two stroke monster beneath the passenger to come to life with a sound like a motorcycle on crack cocaine.

My journey in these rickshaws has been up till now a pleasant though terrifying experience. Terrifying because the drivers tend to jerk and maneuver their way through traffic, incoming donkey carts, cars, buses and humans of every variety with one golden rule in mind, “no braking allowed” Yesterday, while halfway through the trip the driver started spouting words of wisdom as is normal with a local passenger in place. As we all know everything under the sun is discussed in our rickshaws while hurtling at scary speeds through narrow streets and lanes (rickshaw drivers love taking shortcuts through brain defying spaces instead of proper roads) the first questions are tentative as though the driver is trying to ascertain whether you are worth the 20 mins or so of conversation between your screams to slow down. Obviously the first is a political one…mine began like this “so when ya think the generals going to go?” Obviously to someone not familiar with the in your face style of conversation we Karichite’s tend to indulge in every minute, this sort of quandary could prove bizarre. My reply was off course, “till the mullahs get to him?” Normally this is a safe avenue as most of our famous rickshaw drivers are pan chewing tea sipping daredevils not interested in the least in religion or mullahs, quite evident by the colorful poetry they engage the backs of their rickshaws with. Back to the conversation at hand, as the driver cackled in glee and narrowly missed a motorcycle and remarked “that General has 13 lives man, so what do you think of the filth on the roads today” nodding his head to the left as a young and nicely clad streetwalker sauntered on the side lane” I replied “well they serve a purpose don’t you think” another loud snort of laughter followed as he drove right over a speed breaker at 40kph making my head hit the roof as I flew up “ yeah sometimes they will sit in and tell me to take them someplace, offering a favor in return without fare, I tell em i am running a rickshaw not a hotel sister”

By now off course my head is swimming with the pain of the constant noise of the two stroke demon under my derriere and the blur of vehicles passing as the driver weaves in and out of traffic and I fall mute..until he gets to a signal with three other rickshaws in the front row. He then proceeds to look right and left and smile a beetle leaf stained set of teeth at his fellow drivers and scream Raaace!!!!!! I answer with a loud “NOOOOOO” but to no avail as they take off at the green light, all three dodging and weaving between pushcarts and cars to get to the next signal first. In between my screams I hear him say “think of it as an India vs Pakistan match”. Suffice to say, we made it to the next signal second in place and I gave him a stream of verbal abuse to which he replies “will you calm down, it was only a race not suicide”

I guess when you drive a rickshaw in the heat all day chewing various varieties of beetle leaf (pan) and deal with traffic at its worst under 43-46 C sunshine one does tend to get immune to things like, danger, risk and death. These gents earn upwards of 8000 rps a month depending on the fare situation which in these parts amounts to 4000 rs above the national pay scale. They are off course very very colorful individuals and experts at telling all kinds of dirty jokes and sordid tales, if you could keep your wits about you while in the back seat that is. One does tend to feel a little lightheaded when you step out, people have been known to forget all sorts of things after this experience, sometimes perilous as left behind wallets and items of any value are never to be found again. What is interesting to observe though is the fact that although quite mental these rickshaws are reasonable and almost always get the customer to their destination, whether the mind or heart can sustain the ride is another matter altogether. I once humbly asked a driver why they take the silencers out of their two stroke engines which make terrible racket without them, he just laughed at me and said patting his rickshaw “ it runs faster, I like it when it runs faster”

Some saying spotted by me on the back of our rickshaws

“When I grow up I will be a truck”

“ look at me but with love”

“personality”

“in search of the dollar (spelled dallar)”

“Pass me or take the noise”

(Published in the Oct 2007 Issue of AAGAHEE with “The News”)

Growing Westernization In Our Society

It is said that humans descended from apes, or so the Darwinian Theory goes. Well the humans in this corner of South East Asia seem to have retained some of their ancestor’s traits quite well. That is we love to ape, the west specifically.

Perhaps it is some colonial chip we still carry on our shoulder which focuses us to acknowledge all things west as cool and hip. Perhaps we are still so much in awe of the white man that we cannot even see their faults and our own virtues. Whatever it may be, we are rapidly turning into a cell phone crazy, IPod hugging, wild eyed bunch of commercial zombies who run and adopt every idiotic trend that comes from the west with utmost glee.

Its not as if its just one area of the city that is affected by this madness, day by day I see the entire place divided into little elite clutches of people, the have’s and the have nots. You would ask how one defines these separations, well its quite easy, the have’s seem to roam about this city as if it is their own personal jungle… turning up their nose at any have not they encounter on the way. They drive the latest cars, jabber away on the latest cell phones and wear only Italian designer clothes. No matter, if they do not even know how to pronounce the designers name properly. For example the look you see the driver of the latest SUV give the motorcycle walla next to him. It says it all, it says how dare you ply your mangy old bike around next to my shining vehicle, you deserve to be trod upon, quite frankly it makes ones stomach cringe.

What gets to me is the fact that we only adopt the arrogance, the commercialism the negatives of that particular society. We could also adopt the freedom of speech, the equality, the access every common man has in that particular part of the world to all things nice. However why would we do that? We tend to thrive on a philosophy of isolation and exploitation, on making everything nice so inaccessible to the common people that only those that can afford it or have the right connections to afford it for them can boast about it. We then use these silly advantages to look down upon the rest who do not possess them. It has come to so ridiculous a mental process that tickets to things like rock concerts are made overly expensive so as to encourage the right kind of crowd. I would really like to ask the people who promote these concerts, what really gives them the right to determine who should watch their gigs? What about catering to the population people instead of the much sough after 5% of it.

I have even had the unfortunate chance to meet people who would prefer to stay at home then go watch a drama or a concert or a movie where they have to enact with the common man. Phrases like “oh god, who is gonna sit with them” are bandied about like confetti and off course uttered in the most righteous of tones. I wonder what kind of a cocoon these people live in? Do they even know that they are residents of a third world nation, that they are one of the very people they look down upon?

In these elite gatherings one gets to hear constant criticism of our leaders, yet we forget that those we criticize are the very product of this society. How will a nation become patriotic and self sufficient if we the educated, the so called better off part of our nation do not even care to give back some of what we have? We are a race of people with a culture that spans generations of grandeur, yet we want to throw all that away just for a cosy little niche in our minds which tells us, make hay while the sun shines and to hell with the rest of it.

Perhaps it is time we took notice, of the truth of things. Of the fact that if we continue on this selfish road of self interest, we will forever lose our identity, and a nation without an identity is one which ultimately ends up in utter chaos. As Confucious once said “In a country well governed, poverty is something to be ashamed of. In a country badly governed, wealth is something to be ashamed of.

(Published in the Sept 2007 Issue of AAGAHEE with “The News”)

Hell anyone?

Thursday night is guys night out here for me and my posse of friends. We usually go out to one of the local Tikka and Kebab places, and hash out all our theories and the week’s dismay over good food & old company. I feel these outings are somewhat quite cleansing for my soul and my gut, and gives the wifey’s some time on their own, not that they don’t get enough of that lazing all day (kidding). Last time though was quite intense because in the middle of the fourth tikka or was it the fourth kebab? The conversation turned religious and some very interesting views came out and across.

Off course i am the designated libertine of the group, with the rest leaning towards religion in several different ways and was quite amused to hear the views of what i consider some of my life long mates. Point to note here is that we hardly ever discuss religion, i mean 95% of us here are of one religion so what is there to discuss about it anyways? What was interesting though were a couple of my mates towing the stoic clerical line on non Muslims. According to them, our holy book basically says that all non Muslims will go to hell. Kinda funny when someone asks the question “well who made them be born in a non Muslim household”? And how the bloody hell is it a Christians fault if he is born Christian? Now off course i know what the book says about this, but I really fail to understand how totally educated people sitting around a table having tikkas can condemn someone to hell in 4 secs flat.

To me this set of a brain spark, and i have been thinking about this for the last few days, is this basically the root of all the problems and complexes we Muslims have? A lot of us see other people in this world/non Muslims as basically superior to us in every way, i.e education, prosperity and security and then just condemn them all to hell based on a few archaic verses from the Qur`an those also interpreted by our renown scholars the last bastions of good moral behavior and over all solid folks!!! i did keep on arguing which is what I basically do after a couple of kebabs on any subject and more and more vile stuff kept coming out, phrases like its such good luck we are Muslims and in the end all of them will burn really set me off. Is this some deep rooted psychological reasoning for our failure to blend in with the rest of the worlds races?

 

Switch the perspective a little, lets zoom out of my life and onto a nationwide view, the last 6 months have been full of religious strife. Consider just the news from the last month, with women being beheaded in Bannu for alleged immorality, and rock cavings of Bhudda almost destroyed by explosives in Jehanabad, Swat, we are hardly entering an era of tranquility. Not to mention the various nefarious activities going on in the middle of Islamabad and no I am not talking about the parliament house.  We all sat glued and watched the tragic end to that sad affair but what did our great religious leaders do? Except give speeches to promote their ends and weep huge alligator tears when the operation was launched? Did anyone step up to the government and say, hold on… I am going to go in and resolve this, let me bring a peaceful end to this. Yes several alleged conferences and meetings were held by various Ulema but to what end I ask you?

 

To me huge areas of Pakistan are being swept away in this Talibinazation of our country.  There is nothing wrong in following religion and ours is the most beautiful and peaceful, I will repeat peaceful one. However day by day it seems like a silent revolution is taking place and our society is being divided along the lines of religion. To the extent that we are willing to take any and all laws in our hands to make sure that our thirst for religious exaltation is met. This is not exactly the fault of Islam, but of the people preaching it I say. After all if we the educated can get confused about certain aspects then who is to blame the teeming masses led by our Firebrand scholars and Aalims.  We are being brainwashed as a nation to become a supply chain for various Jihad’s around the world, and nothing is being done about it. There used to be a time when, if someone would step over the line with an individual of balance(I am bored of moderate) there would be 20 more around him to say, look my friend preach our religion but don’t twist it around to suit your end. God forbid if any of us today stood up to even the local imam and asked a scandalous question or two. Scandalous being anything divergent from their view.  We would be promptly beaten to a pulp!! 

 

We are as a nation running out of time in all manner of ways. This is not the world we used to know where people would follow their own religions and keep it a private matter. No today if one is religious it is almost mandatory to feel the need to condemn anyone who is slightly divergent, and then after breaking them down with these mental attacks to bring them into the fold.  I shudder to think of how the minorities in this nation feel those who were guaranteed their safety and security by the Qaid on our formation. What a shame it is that the greatest religion on earth is being maligned by a few men and women to represent a picture of it, which is unacceptable to most of us with any common sense. I wonder how these people sleep at night, when they know they have shattered the confidence of so many, and have reduced them to foot soldiers in somebody else’s war. I wonder why they even condemn anyone to hell any more. For we have reduced this nation to a hell on earth. Enjoy it I say until it lasts!!

From The City By The Sea

When I arrived back in 1998, fresh out of college from the U.S, mind full of dreams and visions to change and shape my destiny into its finest hour, I always thought to myself, I shall make my mark and then go back to my life. Little did I realize that the city I was coming back to, would itself leave an astonishing mark on my mental and physical being.

It started out as a lark, studying the history of my birthplace, but as I kept on discovering new and uncharted facts, it kept my researching spirit alive until I have come to a point where I can claim to any who would listen that Karachi as a city is irreplaceable on the map of the world. So let me take you dear reader on the magnificent journey into the origin of this city.

Legend has it that this was the city where the great Alexander made his encampment to prepare his massive fleet for Babylonia after the campaign of the Indus valley was over. His Admiral Nearchus set sail from an island port known in that day as Morontobara, or as it is known to us today as Manora. The actual area was known as Krokola which literally translates into Greek as cheeseland. So why would the Greeks think of this city as one built on cheese? Very easy… because almost everywhere one digs here you come across fine yellow sand underneath the coastal line, which perhaps reminded them of cheese.

As the years passed Krokola turned in Kolachi, but the birth of this great city was achieved by no mans hand. A woman named Mai Kolachi actually settled here and her family started a small fishing village giving it her name. No wonder the feminist spirit runs high in this place. It was also one of the first places in the subcontinent to start sea faring trade with Muscat as early as 1700’s. Kolachi jo Goth was the territory of the Khan Of Kalat and there was little here until the Talpurs seized it from him in 1795 and built a small mud fort at Manora. A little town grew under their patronage and reached a population of about 18000, until a ship changed the life of this place forever. That day was 1st February 1839, when a British ship – the Wellesley – anchored off Manora. Two days later the little fort surrendered without a shot being fired on either side. The fickle finger of fate had suddenly shoved the sleepy back-water towards becoming a megalopolis, a world city.

The achievements of our city over time are numerous for instance, this was the city which had the first telegraphic line laid from the subcontinent to London. The first messages from the conquered Indian empire were communicated from here. This is the birthplace of many idealists, one of the famous ones being Pakistan’s founder Jinnah. It is also the place of which the famous British General Napier waxed eloquent when he said at his death bed “Would that I could come again to see you in your grandeur!”

Shall we now zoom to the present day and view this great city?? What grandeur it is….true it has problems like crime and pollution like any other mega polis in this world. It also has pot holes the size of small elephants, and turns into Venice itself when it rains. However let us not forget that even under all the grime and the dust generated by a teeming population of over 12 millions souls Karachi has never ever lost its charm or character.

It still has miles and miles of eye catching coastline, beaches by the dozen. Some yet even unexplored even in this day and age, expect perhaps by young couples looking for some privacy. It also has amazing food one can not find anywhere else in the world, with restaurants serving to every taste and palette open till all hours of the night. Were else can one find a Chicken Tikka at 4am? Truly this is the city that never sleeps, lest we forget it also has a population which can be best described as a melting pot of Pakistan and the rest of the world.

Everyone comes to Karachi, whether they live in Punjab or Papua New guinea and marvel at the resilience of its people. Who have seen so much in their life times that they are just not afraid any more. Is there any other city in the world which can boast the kind of night time atmosphere found at places like Boat basin or Burns Road with the prevailing almost non existent security conditions? Half the city is plunged into darkness on most days in the summer due to load shedding but one still sees people going about… always in a hurry, always doing something, never ever bogged down by their problems.

We the Emigrants often tend to compare and downgrade our birthplaces to those we have visited in our years of stay abroad, yet we fail to understand that given the amount of problems this city and its administration face day in and day out, most major places in the world would be on their knees!! No not here…here when there are cyclone warnings the beaches are thronged by people who want to catch the high waves. When there are riots or bombings the next days papers are full of pictures of people volunteering just because they were there. This is the city which had so much to give when the quake in the northern part of Pakistan occurred, there were not enough planes to carry the relief supplies there. This is the city of Philanthropists, the city of Poets & Scholars, the city of music and the city of lights, may it always shine like the pearl it is, illuminating those who would care to understand its luster.

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