When we went into Comma.

Nation is changed, not the Flag.

As a nation we have no pride, for we have no reason to be proud of. In
such utter dismay from people of my land, the quest to write this
letter urged in my mind.

We may be individuals solid as rock but a nation weak as a clay wall. Countries
do not drive nations but nations drive countries, and when nations are
in deep sleep, countries look for alternatives. We had seen worst of
worst examples of people ruining their own countries. Not by far are
the examples of Afghanistan, Sudan. While on contrary we had seen the
countries at dead ends ascending like vapors.

Something eventually went wrong, something seriously went wrong with
every lad of this nation, as for when I read about the times when
increase of few rupees in sugar price caused millions to come on roads
to protest against an ex-dictator, I find it hard to believe that it
is that very same nation has gone to the slumber land with no hope to
wake up in near future.

This dead air filled with calmness and silence is exploited by rulers
to tyrannize people in the form of many self implied taxes and
lootings to benefit their purses. Sometimes by hiking gas price,
sometimes increases in petrol prices, sometimes in the form of fuel surcharge. Why do I have to pay for their corruption? But I will pay as I am dead among the dead, as I am part of this group of people proudly claiming to be a nation.

Those who speak for corruption, I must remind you, the biggest doom of
corruption is moral corruption. If you are morally corrupt, you are
corrupt in every way. Sadly we all are corrupt in one way or another.
Corrupts supports corrupts, they stand with corrupts, they line with
corrupts, no wonder this is why we are ruled by such Government which
has every inch of it immersed in corruption. We are slowly loosing our
honour and dignity, the dignity which keeps us high, the honor that is
our backbone, slowly poisoned, dying every second, eventually
murdering souls.

We must awake ourselves. Our home is ablaze, and the time has com when
the blazes will engulf our very souls. Let us wake up before it is too
late. Let us give a little motion to our tongues and our act. For no miracle waits amidst crises, but miracles are materialized by the will and wants of people. When they believe in themselves and stand for a change. When they raise their voice against tyranny and when they glare at the face of aggression fearlessly. Nothing changes by itself. Let us stand up as a nation before its too late.

What resuming NATO supply means to me.

I am a born Pakistani, I am a die-hard Pakistan, I am a Pakistani who wouldn’t think for a moment to defend my country. I am not me, I am a voice of 180 million people living on this soul. Americans, I would rather call them invaders, as when we sneak through the history, we find them poking their nose in every matter of the world. From the Hiroshima, Nagasaki to Vietnam, Sudan, Libya, Iraq and Afghanistan, they waged war for their interests. These wars resulted in death of millions of people. Justice was never done to the families who lost their loved ones in dozens. 

 

 
Pakistan is my country, Pakistan is my heart, its my soil, I am writing my heart out, which may be stark, may be bitter but wouldn’t be a lie. For me, America is that monster who when starving eats their own heirs. You call upon resuming the Nato supplies, how on earth do you even think about it?. Is it the same NATO which bombarded Pakistan once which resulted in injuries of many Pakistani Soldiers? Is it the same NATO which attacked the Pakistani soil, martyring all the soldiers on Salala check post?. How would you justify to the blood of those who stand still defending your land?.
 
I see, the international community is pressurizing us, it is playing the same old dirty tactics that it has always played to debunk Pakistan through every mean. First it dragged Pakistan into a war which has costed thousands of lives and Billions of rupees to Pakistan, the end result remains nullified. Then it slowly started to kill our dignity and honor by pinching our sovereignty. Each day a drone attack, evading the international border, penetrating into the Pakistani territory, killing as many people as they wanted. Sometimes, the unfortunate school building, sometimes a market, sometimes a domestic home. Then you used our routes for NATO supplies and didn’t pay even a penny to us for that, you just didn’t stop there, and then you attacked our soil, killed our soldiers.

I ask, on what moral grounds you ask to resume NATO supplies? I ask my ruling class, have you forgot the pathetic agonizing attacks? Or may be your conscience is asleep, Oh but in a very deep sleep. Each day, I die morally, each day when I see my ruling class prostrating to the people who are killing my land. Eventually this nation will die morally, there will be 180 million bodies walking around but dead! yes Morally Dead. Thank you America, Thank you Leaders.

Something I must remind you

One blue night, while sitting on terrace looking at the bright lunar moon, I wrote this out of nowhere.

Perhaps, my first and last poetry about love.

 

Something I must remind you

Looking at the full bright glitter of moon

I miss you

Each second that I had spent with you

All those moment of rupture and serenity

With those meaningful smiles painting bliss

With those absurd jokes full of laughter

With a little giggles and crackles

When glimmer of viring sun touched your face

When optimism raised in your gaze

When the blushness ascended upon you

When your laughters turned into silent smiles

When your eyes deciphered your heart

You looked a little more beautiful…

A little more I loved you.

A drone a day keeps life away

And the massacre continues with another drone strike killing many. USA is not the culprit; the real culprits are those people of power whose silence is executing deaths everyday in Pakistan. Those who were proud of their eloquent tongues have silenced their tongues over drone attacks. When the nations keep silence on killings of their own people, they loose their dignity.

2966 people were killed in 9/11 attacks in USA, which pushed USA so far into the war on terror. The core reason was the security of their people and dignity of their nation. Today every American is at least sure that their government is doing much for their lives, I am afraid in Pakistan, it seems like the lives are on sale. Nobody cares about whose dying and who’s not. Government has failed miserably to protect human’s lives.

According to The New America Foundation, 2680 people including 173 children have died in Drone attacks in Past eight years. And still many are dying everyday. If you want to know about price of human blood, ask a mother and you’ll know there’s no price for it. I had expectations from Pakistan army, I had expectations from the patriot Generals but for the first time in life, I am feeling as miserable as I can, my own protectors, the army, oh not the army the “Paak” Fauj of Pakistan has failed to protect lives of their people.

Think before worst time overtakes us. Greatest nations of the world have faced even worse circumstances, but there was a difference, those nations were alive. China was once under occupation of Japan, Nazi’s were once outside the gate of Moscow, France was once under tyrant monarch. Temporary invasions don’t win wars, Leningrad, Stalingrad was once invaded, but the nations who want to remain free, fight till their last breath. Ignorance of individuals of this nation is the only reason why Pakistani’s are suffering. The consciences when go to deep sleep, when the deaths are ignored just because the person died is not your father, your son, you mother or daughter, when the ray of hopes are lost in the dark seas of bewilderment, nations die.

Zero Volume

The day was dark, it seemed as if the sun has deceased. It had rained almost whole day, not every rain ends at rainbow. Not every rain brings spring, sometimes the longing of autumn is unbearably procrastinating. I was not knowingly lost in another world. Its always good to give up, its always good to bend down, its a way to salvation.

Fighting and standing is not of my traits. Gray mist has settled down, the voice from the dreams ended, I am not anymore cognizant of all my rhetoric visions. Spring must come, autumn must end, from the dim regions of mountains in my sight, must uprise a tall flower, dancing with the beats of breeze, waving on the courtesy of clouds. Beauty must prevail one day, but beauty is not seeing. Beauty is a character, that befell upon the dirtiest of prawns, that clarifies the smoky haze. Before the scum return, the roots must be watered.

At times, sudden out of nowhere, a thought clinges, let there be a nitingale singing to amuse, or let there be a dead silence. Extremes are healthy for life, ingredients that make it tastier. However the eyes stoop for skies, the stars dont light the earth when the sun glows.

My Insignificant try in Urdu “Aaj k Daur ka Insaan”

Good Luck Pakistan

Courtesy : Karachi Telegraph

I wish you good luck Pakistan. I know you was taken on the name of Islam once, I was not born at that time, but still when I gaze at stars, they give me a reflection back of the time when the streets of Lahore were glorified by the slogan of La Ilaha Ill Allah.

 

My dear Country, I feel sad to tell you that your inhabitants are still in a fight if this country had to be Islamic or secular, I wish I could tell them how it feels when a racist hurt your dignity on the name of religion, how it feels when someone doesn’t eat with you for the reason of religion, how it feels when you cannot breath freely, how it feels when your self respect is deteriorated in the name of religion. It certainly feels bad, it certainly feels worse. Instead of thanking God for His bounty, your inhabitants still urge to raise the secularist flag.

 

I wish you good luck Pakistan, I know you had seen many disastrous times, I know you was always suppressed by your inhabitants, I know it hurts you when a milkman dilutes milk by water, when a decent man bribes a policeman, when a doctor becomes a dacoit, when education is sold, when politicians gamble for seats, when everything is assured to make life miserable.

 

As I look behind the years passed, I feel how hard it would have been for you to survive. When the Khilafat shuddered in 1924, every country raised slogan of nationalism, some claimed to be Turks, some raised slogan of being Egyptians, and many others called themselves Arabs. All these newly formed countries were unaware of the fact that in next 23 years, the state will rise, the state that will be called the state of Allah, where the nationalism would have no meaning, where people wouldn’t call themselves Punjabi, Balochi, Sindhi or Pathan, where there would be no significance of Deobands, Brailvis, Ahl e Hadith, or Ahl e Tashi, the land that will be taken for recite of ‘La Ilaha Ill Allah’, the land where the minorities will enjoy the same social, economical rights as enjoyed by Muslims, the land that will be taken on the name of Allah.

 

But as I gaze at the people around, I am sorry Pakistan, the situation is way too different here, your inhabitants are not worried about you, they are divided in the cloaks of racism, they are segregated in different religious sects. I am shivered to tell you, often the air of Pure Land has stench of fresh blood, and often the blood is seen at the roadside, your inhabitants are not doing justice to you.

 

I know the hard times are coming ahead, sometimes you are poked by foreigners, sometimes your heart is targeted by insiders, but don’t worry, I assure you, good times are ahead. The people, who can see behind the veils, are giving signs that best of best times are coming ahead. I still feel the rays of love emitting from the heart of that honest clerk who still hates bribery. I still see the prominent gleam of joy in the eyes of that traffic warden, who calmly controls the traffic. I still feel the waves of tranquility from that school teacher who actually comes in school to dignify the future of his student. I still feel radiance of love from a rescuer who would jump in deep waters to save a drowning person. Don’t worry, good times are ahead, all that I can do for you is pray, good luck Pakistan.

Pakistan in the Wake of Nightmare

As I started walking towards my house, it was nearing dawn. The stars were busy in their usual dance and not a cloud wavered in the skies, but in the sudden of few minutes the breath-taking scene turned into the worst nightmare. The crackling of thunder sent a numbing sensation through my body. The lightning, blinding my eyes tilted all perceptions into an odd axis. An instinct of urgency spurred me to walk faster. In a space of a few minutes, the drizzle turned into a storm. Every drop felt like a tsunami in form and feel.

 I had never seen such a horrible storm in my whole life. A golden dawn was covered by black clouds showering rain worse than acid. After a struggle ensued in the ruthless storm I caught a glimpse of my home.  As I got closer, I realized the storm was only around my home. By the time I stood at the entrance, the storm had reached an incomparable ferocity.

As I entered home, I couldn’t believe it was my abode. There were a lot of people in there, millions of them, different in color, different in races, different in languages. Before I could recover this shock, a beast jumped in. It was enormous, a beast probably bigger than empire state building. I witnessed a sea of faces going pale in a matter of seconds. Fear was in the air and everyone was breathing it. Adding to that the howl of beast played the whistle of death for everyone.

People started to die, one after another; I could see the bodies falling. House that was not home anymore, bodies that were not alive anymore, hell must be a better place than this, a sudden thought that hit my mind. I was witnessing something worse than hell. Before the beast started to make the bodies his food, I saw my home collapsing, walls going down one by one, I ran towards the exit gate. Before the last wall of my home fell down, I realized it’s not my home, it is Pakistan.

As I woke up, a transition from darkness to brightness started, splashes of white light ascended on the dark curtain. A cool breeze welcomed me into a different world. The sweat dripping down my brow felt as if it had just rained. It was another storm but this time it was in my head, the storm of thoughts that was hitting my already occupied mind.

Soon the blurred dream cleared, the questions answered themselves. I realized, the beast lives somewhere in our twisty heads. It is feeble and small, but it grows when we silence our voices against the corruption. It develops when we close our eyes to injustice. It laughs when we support nepotism, it dances when tyranny prevails. We ignore it everyday every-time and this ignorance is making it stronger.

Let us face the stark truth, the truth that is unpleasant and bitter. We are hoping that such nightmares would not come true but in some far off corner in our mind, we know that it eventually would if we keep ignoring the wrong. We are developing the beast into a barbarian monster. If we keep ignoring it like this, I am afraid; someday the beast might become real and destroy us. Jump of a Desi grey cat from the ledge brought a stop to ocean of thoughts in my head, I look out it’s a bright sunny day.

I am a Pakistani just like you.

Sometimes I consider myself a superman, sometimes batman and most of the time a very idle man.

These days my household expenses are covered by the awe-inspiring beats of my drum in the streets of Islamabad at Seher Time.

I am so fond of giving interviews but being a common man, no one is interested in interviewing me, so i will ask myself questions.

**Why do you think you are superman?**

Well there are lot of reasons for being a superman. First I have this t-shirt with Superman printed on it. Other reason is that living without Electricity and Natural Gas actually makes me believe that I am a superman. In the mean of sometime I am sure you’d also think this about yourself.

**Do you believe in Revolution?**

No I rather believe in devolution. We are going through devolution for many years now. There’s something called a bad state, but above it there’s something called the worst state. We are even below that state. So if you again ask me if I believe in revolution, I’d rather steal your trousers out of a swimming pool.

**What do you think about Pakistan?**

Aah Pakistan? Pakistan is a nice country, it has four provinces. Oh Wait! It has five provinces. Oh No! It has some 6 provinces and other 10 or 20 are in compile time. The people are Pakistan are very nice to everyone. They are so good at mystical knowledge, you’d never know about your ‘Chappal’ once its gone from a local Mosque in jummah Prayer. They are so kind as well. The state of Karachi is the best example for it. Beside they really care for their country. However they are bit lazy to get out of their bed on a election morning to cast their vote.

**Who is Quaid e Azam?**

I think I have read about him somewhere. Oh I remember when I was kid, I asked my uncle about the old man on 1 rupee note. He happened to be Quaid e Azam. Well I think he was founder of Pakistan. Luckily he didn’t survive for long after the creation of Pakistan, else he would have died by seeing it.

**Are you happy with the current Government of Pakistan?**

Yes I am very happy about the Government of Pakistan. The government is doing good work but I am very unhappy about the people who brought it. The people of Pakistan should eat almonds on the note of daily basis. I hear it improves memory.

**If you were president of Pakistan, what changes you would to bring?**

Well don’t expect much from him, after all I am a Pakistani as well. At first place I would give away Rolls Royce Phantoms to each member of my family. Then I would buy myself a Ferarri 595 and would go on a ride with my girl friend. I think these banks are very unsafe place for the peoples money, So Its better to place the peoples money in President House Safe. I would amend the constitution in every possible way to prolong my reign.

**Who is your inspiration?**

The great ‘Double Shah’ is my inspiration. I am sure nobody on earth can be this evil in fooling people with the exception of Zardari Sahib.

I am no different from anyone. I am the person who lives inside every Pakistan.

Dear President, Please stir your head

 

Imagine if you had no Air Conditions in your car, in your office, in your palace. Imagine, you had to walk few miles everyday to go to work in 45C. Imagine if you can, that you had no place to hide your entity. You had to pay the bills of electricity, gas and even water. Since your education would only get you a job of clerk, so imagine you are working as a clerk in some government department, you are about to end up making an excel sheet on which you are working from hours and suddenly the power goes off.

Imagine Mr. President that you fall sick, you go to the hospital and wait for hours to get Doctor’s appointment. Doctor charges you with huge bill and prescribes you medicines that you cannot afford. Imagine you are waiting in queue at a CNG station to get your cylinder filled because on next two days, there will be CNG load shedding.

Imagine Mr. President, you are desperately waiting for Budget 2011 to see if there’s an increment in pays and at the end you find it to be only 15%. Imagine you had to borrow money from your relatives/colleagues to pay fees of your children. Imagine you go to the market to buy fruit for your children and you find it out of your range. Imagine, you hardly live with your pay because even the things of daily use get out of your hand.

Mr. President, we live in a country where social injustice is matter of routine, where security remains only to high rise apartments of big authorities, where we bribe for our basic supplies, where the electricity is a dream, where liberty is in words only, where the jobs are sold, where the life is shred everyday.

It’s your moral obligation to sustain the basic rights of your nation. The world has seen the self-righteous leaders before you, and the world has witnessed their narrow ending. Don’t you fear of that time when these many feet high walls of your palace will be no more? Don’t you even think for a moment about the time when these bullet proof cars will be no more for you? The time twists Mr. President; Once Nazis were also in power, once King Louis ruled France, Once Alexander invaded half of the world but it doesn’t take huge point in time for the greatest of greatest empires to fall like ashes.

Your empire and all those fallen empires have one thing in common i.e. they also never worried about their people. Nazis shredded the core of right and wrong, what that was right for Nazis was imposed in Germany. On other hand People died of scarcity of food in France while the King Louis enjoyed the luxurious meals in his palace. Alexander had invaded half of world but he couldn’t invade the heart of people, his cruelty and greed for land led to his own destruction.

This is a stark truth but Sir, your government has all these flaws. Turn the table before table turns you. Its never too late, we are still looking for “Roti Kapra Makan” in the shade of torn clothes, holed roof and rotten bread.

Published : The News Blog