The hobos are here like symmetric synthesis of synthetic prototypes from the real deal. They flash their wealth and alter egos as the new black colonial masters over their own people. Infiltrating the minds of our cognitively dissonant generation, just like their former masters. They share their ideology of Absolute Power, when it should now be about brain power for the melancholic. The puppeteer are singing the old songs of freedom and forgetting that we can only be free when we are liberated from the dungeons of cannibalism/feudalism, when we redress the past with justice. Take back your lunch box parcels and give our people their Basic Right.
Cataclysmic imperialist of clustered repertoires resisting change, as they feast on the paucity of this nation, for them our pain is their gain, genie for our gini problems. I refuse to buckle up to the so-called surge of sentiments of what they want and think I should be. Rearrange your philosophies. Pea in their pods, I ingest a new dawn into the philosophy of this Awam.
The puppets are out, politicians singing old songs in new fabricated tunes, sarcastic tales of lies wrapped in smiles as promises from yesterday’s campaign are yet to be fulfilled. Huh! What are we becoming as a nation?
Last time I checked, Love was the corner-stone of our people, but today our rich communities are at odds with each other. Our neighbours’ are now suspects, talibanization and tribal cloning is the latest investment of the imperialist, our own imperialist. Our diversity is numb; the rainbow nation is a façade, fading out into flood plains of waste. Can it be saved? Yes. Like the Romans philosophy says; “hope never dies”, so hope for not a united but a unanimous ad idem nation and Pakistan.
The foxes are out, our domesticated self is now in front of the TV 24-7, yet we learn nothing but teach our children and minds of what the pseudo Intellectual Najam sethi says is good and not good for us. Our moral standards are now being dictated to by our 40” inch LCD/LED TV’s in front of us in our living rooms, as morality is now over-priced, threatening our unique way of life.
When the so-called Politicians and feudal lords mimic themselves at every opportunity they get at their disposal, jinxing and juxtapositioning themselves in futile chase of what they were voted for by the masses in the first place, this calls for concern. The tyranny of our present crop of leaders is fast surfacing, barbaric men with no concept of what leadership is all about, are flaunting there misguided rhetoric everywhere for the gullible to feed from. They reveal more stupidity than they conceal wisdom.
Mediocrity has become an integral part of our society because we refuse to see that our destiny is in our own hands and we need to take responsibility, Muslim or Christian – sunni or shia, baloch or Punjabi – but justice cannot be overlooked. When will we negate regional uniformity and embrace our essence and humanity? When will we be colour blind to one another and treat each other with respect and dignity that a human deserve? When will we forgive one and another and build a Pakistan that is proud of its diversity and heritage? When will the character, content and integrity of every man be the measuring yardstick to judge our works not based upon his/her religion or regional identity?