A mad man

I don’t have the right words to express what I feel after reading this. Absolutely thought-provoking. Love it.

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“You turned 138 today. But, gladly you still don’t seem to be aging”

“So, how do I look?”

“As always, debonair, father.”

“If it is a happy day, why the atmosphere is so melancholic? Is my country doing fine?”

“No, father. It is ill, very ill. I don’t know which dictionary or vocabulary or language I shall extract words from to tell you in what a tormenting state your beloved country is in. Can’t you read my face?”

“I certainly can. You look hollow, robbed and bruised.”

“Pakistan had its general elections last May.”

“That is a gratifying news, why you look so dreary then?”

“Because the story is half recounted. I look dreary and robbed because I am actually robbed. I am robbed father, of my only right; my vote.”

“Pakistan was formed to be ruled by the democratic regimes, hence the sanctity of vote is to be the…

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The Devil Inside [Prologue]

Worth a read.

A DESI MUFFIN

See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore!

Come! Let the burial rite be read, the funeral song be sung! –

Lenore, Edgar Allan Poe

 

I tell you of a hero, born on the day of Valor’s rites.

Bathed him, they. In perfumed holy oils mixed with the blood of the strongest swine.

In cradle he spoke, I am Valor’s might! Born to set demons and tempters alight!

To him they blessed the cursed sword. Little hero, little whore. –

 

The Unnamed, he knew the legend of it. The folklore that had been passed down generation to generation in oral tradition, since time immemorial. The memory of how he leant it was now much too painful to bring up. Despite of that he forced the reminiscences to resurface. Freed them from the hold he had maintained over them. Over her. And they flooded his…

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Misconceptions by the World Media about Peshawar Attack!

Talibans are the real valiant fighters. I mean it. It takes nothing but immense mythical bravery, a huge stained heart and the fakest chivalry to kill innocent kids. They sure are the most valiant and courageous criminals known to the world.

When I started this blog, I was very firm that I’m never going to write about current affairs and the depressing situations of the world but how am I ever going to answer my nagging conscience if I stayed quiet in a situation like this, even-though I have a podium to voice out my thoughts.

Peshawar Attack, for those who still do not know, calls to the bloody killing of 141 naïve school kids at The Army Public School on December 16th.

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No, I’m not going to extend page-long prayers for those kids because what sins a 14-year-old could have committed? Presumably, none. This inhumane butchery of the juvenile youthful life of Peshawar is not only condemned by people in Pakistan but in the entire world. The most traditional rival of Pakistan – India, has also stretched out sympathy and solidarity with Pakistan in this hour of grief and Pakistan is extremely thankful to India for its support.

So this brutally brave act of killing school children was performed by none other than the highly esteemed (my foot) terrorists organization, Tehreek-e-Talibaan Pakistan. Where we observe, a huge part of the world demonstrating hate towards Taliban for carrying out this atrocious act, there is a noticeable proportion of people (media personnel, religious scholars, media channels, human right activists) still, in one way or the other, extending espousal to Taliban; some by covering their acts and others by justifying them. There’s a third party as well; they are neither covering nor justifying, they are taking up the responsibility of portraying what-so-fucking-ever they want by twisting and turning the incident in their own ways.

Some of the instances are:

  • CNN reported the children were killed for going to school
  • BBC reported that female casualties were not taken in by hospitals because of the gender disparity in Pakistan
  • News channels in UK reported that the children were killed by the Army officials and not the Taliban militants in a cross-fire attack.
  • The New York Times claims that there was a threat alert to the Army Public School already and the walls of the school were vulnerable. The vulnerability of the walls was an issue raised by some teachers but was overlooked by the army management.

Dear CNN, this little message from Mohammad Omer Khorasani (Spokesman of Tehrik-e-Taliban Pakistan) will resolve your query pretty well:

“We chose the kids of army school for attack because the army is targeting us in Zarb-e-Azb. We wanted them to feel the pain.”

The children were not targeted for going to school. They were targeted because their fathers and brothers were army soldiers who were giving their lives to save the country from these barbarians. They were killed because they belonged to families that are loyal to their country. STOP propagating against Pakistan in your own super pathetic ways. STOP helping these extremist barbarians achieve their goal by publicizing malicious crap against Pakistan.

Dear BBC, for your very kind information, there is no such gender disparity in Pakistan. The Taliban militants attacked the male section of the school. There were no female casualties. How were the hospitals supposed to take in female casualties when they weren’t attacked? Update your good-for-nothing stats!

Dear dear UK media, you are my favourite kind of stupid. I have nothing to say to you. You must be given special training to be this idiotic. You mean to say the army soldiers killed their own sons/brothers? Sure, if you say so. These pictures might tell you how the kids were dragged on the floors in the pool of blood. I’m sure their own fathers and brothers did that to them. Pardon my language but, SCREW YOU.

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Dear NY Times, General Asim Bajwa has confirmed that there were no such threat alerts. There were no such imaginary teachers who pointed out the vulnerability of the walls. Just so you know, the terrorists climbed the rear wall of the school using a ladder. They had to cut the barbed wires to enter the school.

Please DO NOT help Taliban succeed in their tarnished motives by promoting these good-for-nothing ideas. DO NOT twist and turn the facts just for some ratings on the box. These are human lives we are talking about. Those kids were humans; breathing, living humans.

Taliban is and has always been involved in the most dreadful and disgusting acts of human massacre. Whether it be the airport attack, the hotel attack, the church attack, or the historic Qissa Khawani or storytellers’ market attack. You clear their names by posting news that is incorrect just for the sake of some spice. These kids won’t ever forgive you. They gave their lives in this battle we are fighting against talibans and all the other extremist terrorist groups.

Let me remind you dear world, it wasn’t Pakistan who started this War against Terrorism in 2003. Pakistan was nowhere there, when the Soviet Union invaded Afghanistan and extremist groups like Taliban and Al-Qaeda came into existence. Pakistan wasn’t responsible for the Twin Tower Attack in any way. This war was initiated by America against Iraq in which half a million Iraqi civilians died. Where was Pakistan involved in the entire game? Look at the broader picture and you may realize Russia and America were responsible for the entire warfare that started and who is facing the consequences? Countries like Pakistan. The two Veto Powers are living a safe standard life, posting what so ever they desire on their media and Pakistan is facing the music it never even played or requested for.

Show some respect. We are not asking you to help us fight these terror groups but at least do not paint a picture of Pakistan that’s not true. Do not make us look backward. We are the victims. Don’t make us look like the marauders. If you can’t write well about us, at least write what is true.

And for Talibans, I’m not afraid to say, they are those extremist bastards who have no hearts in their chests. Don’t call them the Pakistani Talibans. They are nation-less, country-less, face-less rascals and you are requested to not cover for them. Reveal their identities, bring their fall through this power of media you have.

I take the responsibility of whatever I say and write. I’m an anti-Taliban and I’m going to say that fearlessly out aloud. What can you Talibans do? Shoot me like you shot Malala? Shoot me. Shoot me now. You have guns and I have a pen. Use your gun as much as you want and I’m going to use my pen until my last breath.

A little message to Talibans after killing 141 Pakisatni children: “FUCK YOU” and I am not afraid to say that at all. Kill me now.

The World is Cruel

Do you know what the worst thing about heartbreak is? There’s no sound to it. Your heart shatters like a glass scattering into pieces but hell, there’s no sound to it. Just in a mere instant, you burst into a thousand tears of pain and agony and the world still goes about its business. How terribly cruel and brutal this earth is; while your being is strewn into unfathomably sore and throbbing screams, it keeps revolving around the sun as if nothing has happened. The sun shines, the birds fly, the snow falls, the animals live, the people breath – and you die; you die of this excruciating hurt that dwells deep inside of you.

Unattached attachments lead to an unbearable pang almost always.

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And This, They Call a Thriving Marriage!

A traditional Pakistani society -even the Urban Community- is still, in this twenty first century, not very prone to the idea of a love marriage, which is indeed a shame to this society but that’s not the point of discussion today.

So, a girl aged 18 is forced or rather lured into getting married to a 23 year old hardworking or sometimes hardly working lad. Just to be more clear and precise, I said ‘lured’ because marriage is made to look like a bed of roses to girls and a rose of beds (if you know what I mean) to boys in countries like Pakistan. Apparently, before we go any deeper into their oh-so-thriving marriage lives, we must know what their pre-marriage backgrounds are.

She’s a girl born in a cultured and traditional household where she’s taught, since her childhood, that her prince charming would come and he’ll sweep her off her feet. But, she’s not allowed or it’s rather unethical and extremely unruly for her to find him or meet him herself. They -yes this ‘they’ is an ambiguous pronoun here- ought to choose him for her and she’s bound to spend her life with him. These girls are taught to be efficient chefs and highly skilled housewives. They are taught to waste the day at home doing the laundry and to look good in the evenings for their husbands. Precisely, they are taught to be pleasure providing poor puns to their husbands. Concisely, they are taught to be anything but themselves. They are taught how they have to stay at home and look after the house, cook, do the laundry, do the dishes, give birth, look after the kids, raise them blah blah blah…

They provide them with the character and scrip and the girls are ready with dialogues learnt and gestures memorized to pose to be an elegant daughter in law, an understanding and considerate wife and obviously a proficient house keeper. In the anticipation to play all the roles properly, she forgets herself, she loses herself or I’d rather say half of them have never found themselves hence; losing is not an option for them. 

She hasn’t seen the world. She wasn’t allowed to open her eyes and observe and explore. Her eyes were shut. She saw the world from other people’s eyes; father’s, mother’s and the society’s. She was never conferred with the right to experience life face first. She was never allowed to drive, she always sat in the back seat while ‘others’ steered the car for her. And guess what? She has always been happy with the setting. Or has she? Even if she hasn’t been happy, she embraced it with her hands wide open as if it was the only reality of her life. Now, that’s a daughter they’d call their pride; a daughter who’s a human less and a mute wordless painting more. And, that’s exactly what they desired for.

On the other hand, the young man has recently done his bachelors. He started his job. He has spent the last five years in the craziest ways possible partying around with his friends every other night. He went out, met girls, had relationships, broke them, fled around, studied, made a career, returned home, got pampered by mummy and daddy and went out again. He does not have a faintest clue of what responsibilities are. He has been taught since his childhood that he’s a man. He has got an upper hand over women. Women can never compete with him or stand shoulder to shoulder with him. They –yes, ‘they’ is again an ambiguous pronoun here- taught the guy since his childhood that after he has had all the fun he wished to have with girls out there, he’s going to get a burqa clad highly virtues girl. He’ll do the extra ordinary favor to her and her family by marrying her and accepting the dowry which is oh-so-lower than his standards. These boys are not made to repeat this mantra like an enchantment because it settles in their systems all by itself when they reach puberty.

He has been observing this ‘male dominant’ society since he was just an infant. He has seen in his baby court how his father fearlessly shouts at his mother and how his mother fearfully cries her eyes out silently. He has seen through the window, while carrying his cricket bat around in the backyard with his friends, how the neighborhood girl, same as his age, is not allowed to come out and play. And finally when he entered his teens, he has seen girls getting harassed and abused on the roads by some gutsy and spirited young lads. He has tasted the power. He has savored the flavor of supremacy and command already, how on earth do you expect him to not enjoy it when every male he has seen since his childhood is enjoying it? It would be a question mark on his manhood to not take pleasure in being superior. He can’t afford it. Can he?

Here he is, ready to take on his throne. He’s ready to get married and take charge; take charge of the house and the woman. He’s going to decide what she wears, where she goes, what she does, and how she lives. It’s his turn to be the man. I’d rather write it in capital letters – “THE MAN”.

Now, the girl and the guy get married. She likes the attention for a while for sure. She loves being told he likes to see her in that color and that he does not want her to be contaminated and seen by other buggers therefore she shouldn’t go here and there. Slowly and gradually, it starts to suffocate her but she has always clinched the suffocation. She has never had the steering in her hands. She’s habitual of it now. He, on the other hand, has all his clothes ready in the morning before going out, he gets to eat the best food and he gets to lie in her warmth before he falls asleep at night. And THIS they call a thriving marriage.

Now, it’s time to have a baby. Family planning? What’s that shit? What the society would say if she does not get pregnant in the first year of her marriage? They’ll all think there’s some biological problem with the girl. Yes, the girl. In a male dominant society, the males can’t have any deficiency especially biological; that’s a rule untold. A girl, who does not know what to do with her own life, gives birth to a child. She is expected to stay at home and raise the child. I need not elucidate what becomes of that kid when he’s raised by a mother like this. And then again, THIS they call a thriving marriage.

This mother tries her hardest, but parenthood gets the best of her. She shouts at her kids like a maniac when she gets angry. She does not know how to deal with her kid’s bad grades. She has no clue how to direct the energies of her super-naughty child. She knows nothing about how to deal with the temper of her teenage boy. She is never able to figure out the right words to say to her girl reaching puberty. Blame her. I dare you to blame her. This society must die before it blames this mother. She did not have a mother who knew what to say to her when she had her first period. How do you expect her to know what to say to her own daughter after that? And now again, THIS they call a thriving marriage.

You never let the girl find and explore herself. She has no personality because you never let her have one. How do you expect her to give her kid a personality now?

Women are believed to be brainless and spiteful. They are believed to be petty and scornful. They weren’t born brainless or petty or scornful. They were shaped to be scornful by the society they belong to. When you’ll give them very little or almost no exposure at all of the world, they’ll have no other choice than to make a bubble of their own where they are the queen. If you cage them up in a little burrow, how do you expect them to follow the norms and conducts prevailing in the wide world?

This marriage takes herself away from her. This marriage ruins her personality. This marriage sucks her being out of herself. And then again, THIS they call a thriving marriage.

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Set them free. Set them all free!

I believe in setting people free.

Set her free. So what if she’s a great friend and you’ve been friends for three years. She needs to go. Go and meet new people, explore the world, experience and observe anew. She deserves her taste of innovation. Set her free.

Set him free. So what if he’s your kid and you’ve spared all these years in his upbringing. He’s an adult now. Let him go. His share of world is waiting for him. Don’t tie up to him like a chain in his toes. Be his motivation. Set him free.

Set it free. So what if you nurtured it for years. Your bird does not like to be caged up anymore. It’s sick of the same old food you provide her everyday. Its wings are bored. They want to soar up high in the air and savor the feel of clouds around them. Set it free.

Set your love free. So what if you loved him like anything, gave up your career for him and sacrificed yourself to see him thrive. Your love needs to go. He does not want the goodnight kisses anymore; they’re usual and over-rated to him. He does not want to cuddle up now; it’s too hot today. He does not love you anymore and he can’t help it. Set your love free.

Have a grip little one. Stop groping them, they feel suffocated. Set them free. Set them all free. If they’re yours, if they’re meant to stay; they will. Don’t grab them, don’t beg them, Do not put yourself under them. Let them go. Keep the door open. Let whoever wants to leave, leave. You’re a beautiful soul, worthy of love and respect. Don’t let them put you down.

Don’t only set them free, set yourself free as well. Freed yourself from the bounding of this world. Do not ever sacrifice your career, your needs, your likes for them, if they are not ready to do the same for you. Give them if they are ready to give you in return. Love yourself before you love them. You deserve, at least, your own unconditional love.

Cheers baby! Smile now. This moment may never come back :’)

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