Saturday, August 20, 2011

Karachi, Apocalypse Again

Pakistan’s defense budget: Ever increasing (about 15% increment this year, excluding pensions and many services)

Karachi’s contribution to revenue: 70%

Worth of a Karachi businessman’s life: An added number in the daily body count, on quick news bars.


We’ve all been seeing the underreported and softened versions of the horrors of criminal activities around the city.

A thought for a split second, what might’ve been the images of the tortures inflicted on these innocent ‘people’ , which news channels are adamant on referring to as ‘bodies’. The people, who are just as regular a Karachiite as any of us, living right in our neighborhoods. People are abducted from the streets, no pattern, except this time, the working class and entrepreneurs are specifically being targeted. I saw how this one hotel in Gulistan-e-Johar became one of the most successful hotels around and how it is closed now for 2 weeks, because the owner was shot dead at the counter in rush hours. News channels added a number in their body counts. The day refreshes and the body count resets to whatever the first numbers of killings are reported. Busses filled with civilians are abducted, civilians killed! These people are just going to work to make a hard day’s living, to be underpaid, dragging themselves as it is.

The kiling spree started with political target killings, further fueled by collision of gangs, now it seems they just want to kill! So many of them? All around? So random? Is there a motive at all? Probably partial, but there is definitely a motivation! But motive! What is it?

The threat has brought out the limits of Karachi’s perseverance, Karachiites have been trained for decades to live around these circumstances; constantly. But when they are afraid to get out of their houses and to work, it could only be something on a degree of, or above, war!

Take a second to imagine someone dying off of torture, inflicted by another person for nothing they have ever done agaianst him. Rushes the shivers down your soul. “The horror” , “the horror”, the closing words in not-so-scary-when-you-watch-it-in-Karachi, Apocalypse Now, seem appropriate when you are outside and realized you don’t have any reason to believe that the next random person isn’t you. What these words truly represent, breathes inside you. Hell, outside … they are throwing grenades on houses!

The govt. watches it happen with such disregard that it’s almost obvious that they are running the show themselves and are actively supporting the criminals, but to what end? Keeping the influence for a few more days as they sweep clean national treasure and the loans they collect?

Karachi, the golden-egg laying bird, they want its meat too! Is it the race of terror? Winner takes Karachi? Then there is ethnic killing, an eyewitness reported seeing 2 guys asking a “different” looking person to show his ID card, after a quick review of his ID card he was shot dead. It’s not even covered up anymore! What’s next? Lists? They are already there by the way (luckily, the witness happens to belong to the safe in the region ethnicity.) Seems like everyone with any kind of prejudice belonging to these gangs backed by the ruling parties are practicing their hatred out in the open.

If you ask 18 million+ people if they feel safe and they look at you as if you are crazy, you have to understand, something has gone terribly wrong! Let alone the rest of the places in the country, people have started to make sure that no two sons are praying in the same mosque.

If a ‘country’ is supposed to be a safe haven for one to live, where you get rights in return of your obligations and contribution to keep a society established, I gotta ask, what the fuck is this place we are in?

During the 1960s, Pakistan was seen as a model of economic development around the world, and there was much praise for its economic progression. Karachi was seen as an economic role model around the world, and there was much praise for the way its economy was progressing.[citation needed] Many countries sought to emulate Pakistan’s economic planning strategy and one of them, South Korea, copied the city’s second “Five-Year Plan” and World Financial Center in Seoul is designed and modeled after Karachi. Later, economic mismanagement in general, and fiscally imprudent economic policies in particular, caused a large increase in the country’s public debt and led to slower growth in the 1990s.

- Source: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Economy_of_Pakistan

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Our Dysfunctional Family / Lots of Rhetoric Questions

"Is this Pakistan?", "I hate this country", "Is this Islam?"

These along with many I don't want to repeat are the responses on facebook statuses and blogs from many people to the very tragic incident of Sialkot, when they share that video on their profiles/blogs. As tragic as this shameful, disgraceful and inhuman event was, our sensitivity towards it has been shameful too. We all are no doubt heartbroken and many in our country are literally traumatized by those graphic images of brutality on two innocent children of our country. Now I have to ask all those who shared the video on their pages, blogs YouTube channels; would they have wanted this video to go viral like this had it been of their brothers? Is this not disrespectful to the dead? Is this vulgarity and humiliation fair to the two poor brothers? Their families? What everyone appears to be doing is taking their chance to release their frustration and it is all coming out towards the country. Before I continue I beg everyone to remove those videos from their pages, blogs and channels in respect.

The way I see it, the victims of this brutality were Pakistanis, the victims were Muslims, but like always confusion and poor or ill-education does its duty and Pakistan and Muslims are blamed again. The way I see it, two Muslim Pakistanis, who make the greatest majority of Pakistan, were tortured to death in acts by the savages under the shelter of corrupt, blind in power 'servicemen' and their buyers, who would only stand to be very few against the better if compared in numbers. These two were just kids, Mughees was a Hafiz-e-Quran. So, balance yourself. The whole country is outraged along with me and you, so should we really blame Pakistan? Which I take synonymous to Pakistanis!

Even though the wave of such rage is vital for a louder cry for change, where did our accountability go? Should we not take accountability; if by just driving our rage towards the wrong way we are spreading sickness?

Now we spread them to do what we do best. Spectate and gossip! Makes us not better than those spectators who stood their when all this cruelty on two sons of our nation was taking place. They could have been your brothers or friends.

And all those who are feeling hatred towards the whole country, their example is like of a teenager in a dysfunctional family who sees how in his friends' homes everything is all 'normal'; he only has one thing to say whenever he finds something ridiculously annoying and displeasing to him, "I hate this home". Well then grow up! Because grown ups take responsibility and take care of affairs themselves; not just, well should I use the word, 'bitch' about it? This is what I have to say to my dear brethren. Not everyone can just run away, you, the people you love, your families, your friends, all have to live here and share it with the rest of us, then why don't we all just grow up and make this dysfunctional family work? Or has just complaining ever worked for anyone?

I know it would never be directly anyone of our's intention that such a tragic and inhuman incident would happen anywhere in the world, let alone in our own country; yet it happened, and it happens more often than our sympathies towards humanity would like to except. And with much pain I write these lines that with our current attitude tragedies like these are most likely to repeat. What about all those events which have not been documented? How many of us are aware of the secret torture houses of some jageerdars and political psychos? Each one of us in the country are responsible for it! Why is it our fault? Because we let corruption cultivate in our society by using the corrupt ways for our own purposes whenever they work for us. If anyone can say they did not, are either not recalling it without bias or maybe are true exception; as every phenomenon has, but the later is highly unlikely. Everyone who ever broke a signal, slipped under a challan by showing a card of 'influential' people, slipped into a long waiting-line because they knew the officer, supported violent (even in thoughts) actions out of political and ethnic favoritism and prejudices, paid any official to get anything done, at all; taken a few extra Rs for something when they could, jumped into a concert, maybe? Every time we did anything just because WE COULD; we cultivated the roots of these psychopaths. A few small crimes are not small when hundreds of millions of people are committing them! Now why do you think, they were able to execute such inexpressibly cruel atrocity? If you haven't guessed; they did it because they could! You can not go wrong and expect to stay that way without consequences. We, as Muslims have been given our code of conduct and moral values. If God has forbidden us from some actions, big or small, you just continue with them feeling clever; it will bite you back! And does it not hurt! The "Chalta hai" culture has evolved corruption into a monster so big that people have started to lose all hope.

When Pakistan was created it had many enemies; instead of building it what we chose to do is, relax. We never completed the necessary completion of our revolution which called for determination and years of hard work! Subsequently it was hijacked; such a thing is always inviting claims. We don't need a new one; we just need to complete our revolution and let the sacrifices of those our heroes, not be wasted. I understand there are people who have never thought about the sacrifices because our information systems are failing to remind us of its severe reality.

All those who are blaming the Islamic Republic of Pakistan for this, I have a news for them, Islam is ashamed of you; Pakistan is ashamed of you! I recall the words of Ahmed Deedat "spineless Muslims!, spineless people!"; "sick with inferiority complex". How dare we make a spectacle of such inhumanity? Hasn't everyone seen it already? Doesn't everyone know the story? Hasn't everyone seen his share of repetitions? Are we helping the victims by humiliating them like this? Spreading awareness is one thing and disrespecting human lives in useless vulgarity is another. Many Pakistanis don't even consider trauma and depression to be sicknesses, it seems.

Blaming is easy, take responsibility; do we ever dare to think twice before letting hatred, frustration and depression enter our minds when we are watching these channels who make money so immorally and without any accountability? Do we not think that why the whole nation starts to feel the exact same thing about an incident at the same time while there could be other possibilities; not opposite, but at least, little different? Are we aware there are sciences involved in the brainwashing through the media? Should we trust those channels who are making hundreds of thousands of Rs a minute? Why do they release and repeat vulgarly such hate provoking videos? Remember flogging of the Swat girl video? Remember the Wukala Tehreek? Has it bettered the justice system or did we fool ourselves into choosing someone they wanted us to choose? Remember Lal Masjid, how media was only showing stubbornly one-sided story? Remember Ajmal Kasab's report about his hometown only later to be proven false? Why did they fail to report in the news that the USA has budgeted $50 million to spend on the Pakistani media this year? Who is watching over these things they feed us? I do not mean to say you have to object and challenge all these things just for the heck of it, but what is your original thought about it? Do you have one, honestly? Does it not insult you that you can be so easily manipulated to think anything that they would want you to? Please, keep these questions in your mind before just losing to emotions. I do appreciate the media for taking the issue to the limelight but there were more subtle ways. Sadly, they were committing the same crime again i.e. not being accountable!
Take heed in these words, "If you can accept losing, you can't win." (Vince Lombardi)

Every time you will say you have no hope, it is just stating that you would rather watch these things happen to others. Do not lose hope my brothers, stand united, we all should be happy to see that at least the legal process has started against these evil men. And honestly, I don't really know if justice would be served. But, at least it is a step away from evil and closer to justice.

One can only pity the weak-minded who are so easily turned against their own home with such disgust in only an hour without taking account of the complete picture. One question that raises out here is that if the media is powerful enough to make the whole country stand up together against something, why are they always telling us how divided we really are when a tool to unite is in their very hands?

Remember Allah's words from the Quran:
"Do not despair of the mercy of Allah."

Keep the hope alive for if you won't stand someone hopeful will. Make sure that able someone has the hope.
Please pray for peace for the souls of the deceased; and patience for their family and friends.

Love and Peace
A Pakistani
(Who refuses to loose hope; still!)

Saturday, May 12, 2007

Beautiful People

May 12 2007




Their smiles, makes my face smile ... having my eyes gotten drenched to the verge ... some smiles r just too emotional to even look at. So full, so beautiful. ...... Beautiful ppl have those ... lookin at those smiles I found out the difference b/w pretty and beautiful, which I found to be so much fuller, lasting and real ... like a connection ... of not mere bent face makinga smile and lookin at ya, but transfering happiness into u and multiplying it by the moment on which the life is without worries and there is no gravity ... well, justa moment that is. But doesnt die easy that one. Leaves something in u.

I have seen many faces, making many faces ... I havent seen many faces of beauty though ... its somewhat similar. Maybe its not in the eye ... beauty is in the heart carrying something special for the beautiful one. Or maybe it rises out of the heart of the beautiful one. Or maybe beauty is just a relationship of heart. Who cares anyway wut it is if it exists ...

Prettiness doesnt even come to comparison ... cuz theres no other sight, nothing on earth whn theres beauty in the reach ...

Prettiness ... dies ... beauty lasts, even whn the beautiful dies ... it lives within the ones who absorbed it, who were blessed by those smiles and innocence, that purity of everything. The beauty lives on ... keeps spreading through the processes like smiles. Makin it just possible for some to push it through the next day sometimes. It is chastity.

Dont know where it comes from, respect, sincerity, honesty, the want to sacrifice everything, obsession for poise ... so much it contains ...

So how we get to be so confused isa game of God :) ... everytime u have 2 choices ... if only you could see and if only you could choose heaven, u will go to heaven ... so pray for the sight ... thats all it takes to be in heaven.

Well ... lets just face it ... even Angelina Jolie has lost it :D ... Ayshwarya Rai ..... But my mother becomes more beautiful everytime I look at her, try to do it ... look at ur friends, the smiles of the ppl who gave u any kind of light, or made the room comfortable enough for u to breathe ... sometimes u want to die right whn u have that smile in ur eyes ... u just donno wut the hell to do with something like that ... dont know why though :S ... its weird ...loves weird ... everythings weird ... God made it so confusing ... I understand it completely, but still, I discover something new everyday. Everythings so damn simple, but messes up the head somedays ..... But some other days r ... well, they r just beautiful ... those little little moments of ur life ... whn u get to live. Arent they just worth the depression u have to go through for so long ... dont answer now ... ask this to urself whn u see beauty. I promise u ... u will ...

Thursday, May 10, 2007

Unburied




The dreams ... which were buried under what had became a plateau of fears, disappointments and frustrations, she cud hear them cry from the deep ... she was amazing ... Gave me wut I had never gotten once they started to be put under the sand ... she gave me courage ... to realize ... that they r still alive and finally broke me whn I started to hear them cry silently inside ... like they were waiting for their father to come and rescue ... and I was ....... I was like ina coma, a social, spiritual, sensual coma. I had faked my smiles so much that I had forgotten the real use of em ... I had faked being happy so much that I had started to believe that I was happy, or maybe I didnt even care about happy. I had lied the same lie everyday, for everyone that I had forgotten that it was a lie ... and even had settled myself for it being the truth. Maybe not even realizing the possibility of truth as whole.

She was reintroducing me with the truth, the colors, which I hesitantly but in a while with her unrestrainable, penetrating smile that went just in to awake something every time which had died before so long ago that there weren't even footsteps left, I did. Somehow ..... I did. It was yesterday when I was laughing, I realized that I was actually laughing .. and it was actually a laughter after a "long time" .... I could even feel the flow of time ... and it didnt feel like I hadnt laughed before .. I had I rmmbred now ... and it wasnt very long ago ... I rmmbred having a gud time ... laughing out loud ... no pretentious social necessity ... that night after so long ... I actually cried because of that laughter. I actually felt the need of someone to talk to. It was like coming back from an island where I was left alone after years.

All the feelings I cud feel again ... were hurtful but it was gud to have them back ... running away from hurt, had brought me to run away from happiness along with it. I finally could understand the importance of facing the reality and not concealing emotions under "strength" which I thought it was. But I didnt feel like a coward anymore, she had her hand in mine, and I was ready to face everything, even my life. How all the hurt turned into a beautiful life again ... I donno how she did that. She was beautiful ... I could see it ... she really was ... I could recognise beauty again ... I could again want something and it wasnt something I was surely gonna have, it was just a mere want, not relating to any kind of possibility, it was a pure want. I could again dream something, most amazingly, I dug out the dreams that night which I had buried long ago so I wuldnt have to see them again. They were still as young, as powerful when I touched em and looked as possible as it was to dream ..... again.