When i was a child i took fear as a bogeyman appearing out of nowhere, broken heart as refusal to buy an ice-cream, reason to cry because my sister doesn't want to play with me, my idea of fun was to watch Captain planet, play 'name-thing-place', beating my brother in ludo, eating 'chae-paratha', talking to my grandfather and holidays at Nano's place. i thought Army means brave soldiers for whom its Pakistan through and through, Doctors meant last limit of life saving efforts day n night, Police was to catch bad guys, Lawyers were to abide by the law in any case and Judges were the keepers of law ,Civil servants a symbol of truth and honor and PM and President were Pakistan's faces in the world and Politicians were poeple's voice and above all Bangladesh was just another country.
and after a decade all the meanings have changed.
Fear means loss of life in a bomb blast,
Broken heart means drone attack victims,
Army means Marshal Law,
Doctors mean strikes at the expense of poor people's lives,
Police means bribery and atrocity
PM & President mean convicted people
Judges mean rule of power
Civil bureaucracy mean embezzlement and deception
and Bangladesh means East Pakistan!!
Sometimes i wonder if ignorance is a blessing.
If i was just another typical girl, spending my energies on dress designing, focusing on my studies, hoping to get married to a sensible guy in an appropriate age and changing the channel whenever new channels come on TV, would it make my life any calmer?
what if i never decided to probe in to the past and get to know the root cause of all this mess, would i be less complex about my views about Pakistan?
i have to admit that i am cynical about my land. i think the moment i came to knew about LOVE, i instantly fell in love with Pakistan and as the old saying goes ' pehla pyar kabhi nhi bhoolta'
so here i am , a typical Pakistani who cries at every single incident.
be it the history of INDO-PAK, the partition, Death of our Leaders, Marshal Laws, Wars, Bangladesh, or the current affairs where everyday something goes wrong.
it makes me wonder that 60 years of mistakes have created so much mess that its like a woolen ball, you cant find the way out. it will just go worse but then the patriot inside me snubs the pessimist. 'every dark cloud has a silver lining' the patriot says. 'and Pakistan will come out of it. its a wound that grew inside and now its releasing the filth. every sector is being cleaned'
Dreams... there are dreams in our eyes regarding Pakistan and prayers...
but i fear the opponents.. are they too big to fail?
Lets go back to 'UNITY-FAITH-DISCIPLINE'
these three weapons will win our fight!
and after a decade all the meanings have changed.
Fear means loss of life in a bomb blast,
Broken heart means drone attack victims,
Army means Marshal Law,
Doctors mean strikes at the expense of poor people's lives,
Police means bribery and atrocity
PM & President mean convicted people
Judges mean rule of power
Civil bureaucracy mean embezzlement and deception
and Bangladesh means East Pakistan!!
Sometimes i wonder if ignorance is a blessing.
If i was just another typical girl, spending my energies on dress designing, focusing on my studies, hoping to get married to a sensible guy in an appropriate age and changing the channel whenever new channels come on TV, would it make my life any calmer?
what if i never decided to probe in to the past and get to know the root cause of all this mess, would i be less complex about my views about Pakistan?
i have to admit that i am cynical about my land. i think the moment i came to knew about LOVE, i instantly fell in love with Pakistan and as the old saying goes ' pehla pyar kabhi nhi bhoolta'
so here i am , a typical Pakistani who cries at every single incident.
be it the history of INDO-PAK, the partition, Death of our Leaders, Marshal Laws, Wars, Bangladesh, or the current affairs where everyday something goes wrong.
it makes me wonder that 60 years of mistakes have created so much mess that its like a woolen ball, you cant find the way out. it will just go worse but then the patriot inside me snubs the pessimist. 'every dark cloud has a silver lining' the patriot says. 'and Pakistan will come out of it. its a wound that grew inside and now its releasing the filth. every sector is being cleaned'
Dreams... there are dreams in our eyes regarding Pakistan and prayers...
but i fear the opponents.. are they too big to fail?
Lets go back to 'UNITY-FAITH-DISCIPLINE'
these three weapons will win our fight!
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ReplyDeleteI like the first two para where two different extremes are traversed along a short path of life
ReplyDeletethank you Fahad bhai... :))
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