Are we Numb?

Yesterday I posted a video upon ‘sex slavery’ on my facebook profile and shared it with everyone on my list. That video actually shocked me so much that upon getting no response from anyone I was forced to write this. I was so touched that I actually made pleas to people to watch it.

From the name of it, it sounds quite interesting and I felt that many people will at the least watch it once and share their feelings or the clipping itself. But I got quite upset when I got no reply/response on it. Comments on my posts were never important for me, at least if that message was shared further, it would have served my purpose.

I am sure if I had posted a nasty video of some stupid Pakistani film actress trying to talk in English, it would have gotten a lot of hits, because it didn’t demand any action from us.

If I had posted a video where a generous anchor over a talk show is banging the hell out of a government minister, it would have gotten a lot of hits, because it didn’t demand any action from us. As we usually get away with the excuse that the issue in discussion is not ‘our’ responsibility.

If I had posted a video of an “Angrez” doing some life risking stunts, it would have gotten a lot of hits, because it didn’t demand any action from us.

But sadly I just got ‘one’ comment and NO further sharing of the video, and I will not be judgmental and would like to give the benefit of doubt that at least my facebook home didn’t give any indication that anyone on my list spread that video. From my past experience I can tell that when people did share, meera’s interview with Tapu javery was the only highlight upon my page.

Have we all gotten so numb? I think that was the only thing that the woman standing on the stage was asking for. Not the money, not the sympathies, but just a simple word of acceptance. Just a single line or may be just a little appreciation upon her achievement could have been a lot of support.

My question from the world is that, is it because we don’t support that woman that we are not showing any consent or is it that we actually have no guts to stand up for those kids and at least try giving them respect that they ‘deserve’? We will never accept but I think it is the later. I am not a poet or a written to make emotional pleas to convince people upon this, because that is not even required. If you didn’t feel it there in side yourself somewhere, there is no point of it then. My current writing is not done to support the cause that she is talking about. It is for you. It is probably the time where we need to re-evaluate ourselves. It is time when we all need to step out of ourselves. It is time when we start being more considerate about ‘anyone’ other then ourselves.

And it is never too late!

Dil dhondta hai phir wohi fursat ke raat din...

Dil Dhoondta, Hai Phir Wohi, Fursat Ke Raat Din
Baithe Rahen ,Tasavurey, Jaana Kiye Huey
Dil Dhoondta, Hai Phir Wohi

Ya Jaadhon Ki Narm Dhoop Aur, Aangan Mein Letkar,
Aankhon Se Kheench Kar Tere Aanchal Ke Saaye Ko,
Aundhe Padhe Rahe Kabhi ,Karwat Liye Huey
Dil Dhoondta Hai

Ya Barfili Sardiyon Mein, Kisi Bhi Pahad Par,
Vaadi Mein Gunjti Hui, Khaamoshiyan Soone
Aankhon Mein Bheege Bheege Se ,Lamhe Liye Huey
Dil Dhoondta Hai

The darkness of hopelessness grows

I see a lot of people rushing to their jobs/businesses early in the morning when I am rushing for mine. Half asleep, all dressed up holding a flask filled with hot tea or milk, making ways, finding shortcuts I reach my workplace every morning just to sign in before 9:10 because otherwise I will be marked late. Which I believe is not a good thing as per my management. I am sure most of you would agree with him. At times I do too.

Today I got late by one minute, although it’s not as bigger a sin as it would look like in my appraisal form after a year. But I still can live with it since I can always get away with the passport of “Creative People”. I had always drifted my life the way I wanted. So why shall I bother now when someone whom I don’t think the most genius person in this world is trying to impose certain rules upon me. Here I might look like a no fuss no muss kind of a person who doesn’t give shit about what rules are, or in other words as they say “rules are made to be broken” type of ideology. But when I think about it, including me and almost all the other people in my workplace as well as other workplaces which practices such idiotic rules, people do come on time, just to save their salaries. Who comes to work on time with this mindset that they are being paid for this time, and it’s their moral responsibility to be there on time. Now all of the sudden I might be sounding all different. You must be thinking this person is really fucked up in his head. I am probably. May be because I think a lot about these little matters, but I am kind of a person who interpolates bigger things from small actions. I might be wrong or too judgmental but that’s the way it is.

I am not one of the best writers so I have probably yet failed to draw your attention to the actual issue as yet. But that’s ok. Life is like that, we usually do not draw our attentions towards the actual issues until it’s too late. However we have gotten used to this process but is it really the way to be? Anyway, long story short, the reason of bringing myself to writing this was basically the whines and cribbing of people nowadays at the traffic hazards due to a lot of check posts in the city. Although I have never found these people out of issues to whine about, but this time around I found it quite ridiculous.

A couple of days ago, a suicide bomber came to stop at a check post right after getting off motorway and was entering the city. 3 policemen had to give their lives to stop this dude to enter the city and do some major destruction. When I am waiting in the queue of these check posts I am scared to shit that what if one of these cars around me has explosives, and upon the checking what if the car next to me explodes, I will be dead. Then just think about those who are checking not less than a hundred thousand cars everyday. They are standing right at the mouth of death. But what we do, we do no cooperate with them in the first place, and then later whine that due to them we are getting late for work. These policemen have nothing to do with these terrorists other than that they are trying to save our asses to be burned after their own.

It’s a small thing, and yes I am no one to interpret a failure of a nation from this, and I am not hopeless. But yeah the dark cloud is growing bigger and bigger everyday. Our insensitive nation which is so called very emotional is not worried about this at the moment. They are too busy finding flaws in the government. They are too busy cribbing. They are too busy finding materials against the government. But they will, they will one day. I won’t say that day is close. Because it is not, the way I see it, it will at least take two more generations to bring upon a substantial change in the human behaviors of this nation. It cannot come over night. It’s not possible. So I won’t be unfair in demanding all that NOW.

Now I can’t just get into the ways of finding solutions to this problem because there are many but ironically no one is willing to change, because we always believe that we are perfect and it’s only the rest who have problems.

It is my appeal or request or whatever you want to think about it, that please do cooperate with these people. They are risking their lives to save ours. I think the wait is worth it.

Magnifying Glass

I remember when i used to do this little magic of burning a piece of paper in sunlight using a magnifying glass. Imagine, it’s the same sunlight coming from the sun and spreading in our universe, but nothing is catching fire. But when we use a magnifying glass, and focus the light at one given point, it burns everything in its way.

So maybe we never focused. May be our attentions were dispersed and that is why none of the efforts had ever made a difference. As the famous saying goes, "What a human brain can think, can achieve". May be just the magnifying glass is missing.

A tribute to the Legendry Iqbal Bano

dasht-e-tanhaai mein, ai jaan-e-jahaan, larzaan hain
In the desert of my solitude, oh love of my life, quiver
teri avaaz ke saaye,
the shadows of your voice,
tere honthon ke saraab
the mirage of your lips

dasht-e-tanhaai mein,
In the desert of my solitude,
duri ke khas-o-khaak tale
beneath the dust and ashes of distance
khil rahe hain tere pehlu ke saman aur gulaab
bloom the jasmines and roses of your proximity

uht rahi hai kahin qurbat se
From somewhere very close,
teri saans ki aanch
rises the warmth of your breath
apani khushbuu mein sulagti hui
smouldering in its own aroma,
maddham maddham
slowly, bit by bit.

dur ufaq par chamakati hui
far away, across the horizon, glistens
qatra qatra
drop by drop
gir rahi hai teri dil daar nazar ki shabnam
the falling dew of your beguiling glance

is qadar pyaar se hai jaan-e jahaan rakkhaa hai
With such tenderness, O love of my life,
dil ke rukhsaar pe
on the cheek of my heart,
is vaqt teri yaad ne haath
has your memory placed its hand right now

yun guman hota hai
that it looks as if
garche hai abhi subah-e-firaaq
(though it's still the dawn of adieu)
dhal gaya hijr ka din
the sun of separation has set
aa bhi gaye vasl ki raat
and the night of union has arrived.

Iqbal Bano, was one of the most renowned and most acknowledged and personally my favorite semi classical singer of Pakistan. We lost another asset of Pakistani music, her contribution to the industry of music will always be cherished and remembered deep down in the core of our hearts. No matter how modern and technologically we grow we can never get back such artist of this stature. God has quit making such people as the world today probably does not deserve to have such gems, I wonder if my kids will ever be able to relate to this level of music in their lives. I guess not.

There are still a few of them left with us, like Madan Farida Khanum, Mehdi Hassan (Who is seriously very ill and needs a lot of our prayers) and a few more...

Videos:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3r7pIisj5oI

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AvTxMSx8G-M&NR=1

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w5N9s8lI3a0&feature=related

What Wikipedia has to say about her:

Bano was brought up and raised in Rohtak,India. She was musically talented, with a sweet and appealing voice. From a young age, Bano developed a love for music. It was a crucial moment of her life when her friend's father came forward as a votary. He told her father, "My daughters do sing reasonably well, but Iqbal is blessed in singing. She will become a big name if you begin her training." Because of Bano's love of music and persuasion from others, her father allowed her to study music.

In Delhi, she studied under Ustad Chaand Khan of the Delhi Gharana, an expert in all kinds of pure classical and light classical forms of vocal music. He instructed her in pure classical music and light classical music within the framework of classical forms of thumri and dadra. She was duly initiated Gaandaabandh shagird of her Ustad. He forwarded her to All India Radio, Delhi, where she sang on the radio.

In 1952, a zamindaar from Pakistan married seventeen-year-old Iqbal Bano with a promise that he would never stop her music, but try to promote her. Her fulfilled his promise until his death in 1980. After her husband passed away, Bano moved to Garden Town, Lahore. It was observed that her temperament was particularly suited to vocal genres like thumri, dadra and ghazal.

Career

Iqbal Bano was invited by Radio Pakistan for performances, she being an accomplished artist. Her debut public concert was in 1957, at Lahore Arts Council, before an elite crowd. Music lovers feted her beyond imagination. With each recital, she generated more and more public appeal. She was considered a specialist in singing the works of Faiz Ahmed Faiz. She has given such musical relevance to the ghazals of Faiz, that Bano and Faiz are apparently inseparable in popular imagination. Because of Faiz's imprisonment and hatred of the Pakistani Government towards him, Bano roused a strong crowd of 50,000 people in Lahore by singing his passionate Urdu nazm, "Hum Dekhenge."

Iqbal Bano can sing Persian ghazals with the same fluency as Urdu. She is always applauded in Iran and Afghanistan for her Persian ghazals. The Iranians and Afghans thronged to her shows in large numbers to hear her ghazals in their mother tongue. Once she said in an interview, that she had a collection of 72 beautiful Persian ghazals. Before 1979, there was a festival of culture called Jashn-e-Kabul every year in Afghanistan. Iqbal Bano regularly received a warm invitation to this annual event. She was known for singing a new Persian ghazal each time she appeared. The King of Afghanistan liked her recital very much. Once, on such an occasion, the king was so pleased with her ghazals that he presented her with a golden vase in appreciation of her music.

Music lovers have noted some similarities between Bano and Begum Akhtar, especially some marked resemblances in their styles of singing. Iqbal Bano does not consider the contemporary ghazals as ghazals at all. Her recitals stick to the old classical style that lays more stress on the raag purity. Basically a ghazal singer, Iqbal Bano has also sung many memorable Pakistani film songs. She has provided soundtrack songs for famous Urdu films like Gumnaam (1954), Qatil (1955), Inteqaam (1955), Sarfarosh (1956), Ishq-e-Laila (1957), and Nagin (1959). She won the Tamgha-e-Imtiaz (Pride of Performance) medal in 1974 for her contributions to the world of Pakistani music.

Iqbal Bano passed away in Lahore after short illness on 21 April 2009.

Are we in denial about terrorism?

Friday, April 10, 2009
Shafqat Mahmood

A fundamental debate is on among the intelligentsia of our country regarding terrorism. The way it plays itself out will determine whether we win or lose. A consensus will help put all our energies towards winning. Discord or confusion will certainly lead to defeat.

One set, perhaps a majority, believes that we have no inherent problem of terrorism. It is only a reaction to American presence in Afghanistan. The attacks on our cities are explained away and sometimes condoned as a punishment for our support to the American war effort.

When confronted with evidence regarding presence of armed and dangerous foreigners in our tribal territory, the explanation is ingenious. They came here in the eighties, we are told, because the Pakistani government, with American help, invited them to fight the Soviets. After the Afghan war was over, meaning after the Taliban victory, they were living peacefully here until the Americans invaded Afghanistan.

The first part is true as far as Arabs are concerned. They indeed came here in the eighties motivated by jihad against the infidel Soviets. And they were facilitated by the Pakistani Inter-Services Intelligence, which was managing the Afghan war on behalf of the Americans. But it is factually incorrect that they continued to live here peacefully after the Taliban took over Afghanistan.

Al Qaeda, whose members were living in FATA, had claimed responsibility for the attack on the American navy ship Cole in Yemen and on American Embassies in Kenya and Tanzania. Osama bin Laden later also took credit for the 9/11 attacks in the United States. One of his accomplices, Khalid Sheikh Mohammad, has confessed to his role and given details of how the attack was planned and carried out.

But no heed is paid to these accepted facts. The last part, particularly, is greeted with incredulity because, does not everyone know that 9/11 was an American intelligence operation launched with the help of the Israeli Mossad!

Leaving aside whether the Americans were attacked from Pakistani territory or not, the bare fact that these Arabs, Uzbeks, Chechens, Afghans and even Chinese Turks are illegal aliens in our country is of no concern to the "all because of America" cabal. Any activity on the part of the Pakistani government to apprehend these people is thus treated with ridicule and condemned.

Little note is taken, if indeed it registers, that "our best friends in the world," the Chinese, have formally complained to the government that their dissidents have established headquarters in FATA. Other countries, including many in Europe and the Middle East, have also expressed fears that attacks on their territory may emanate from here. President Obama has actually said as much.

This almost unanimous concern in the West and the United States is brushed aside and seen through a conspiracy lens. These people are out to get us because we are a nuclear power. They are creating circumstances, we are told, to invade and defang us. Remember, Baitullah Mehsud is their agent. We gave them his coordinates, yet he was not killed. Indeed, this entire insurgency in FATA has been engineered by the Americans aided by the Indians. The Indians, particularly, have a special role in training the Taliban. This Maulvi Fazalullah is probably working for them, and so on.

Let us believe that a part of what they say is correct. The Americans, the Europeans, the Indians and sundry others are indeed fearful of our nuclear power and would, if they could, take control of our nuclear assets. And let us also assume that to achieve this nefarious end they want to destabilise the country and create so much chaos that they have grounds to intervene.

The question is, why should we make it easier for them by allowing our territory to be used for terror attacks in their countries? Would our fears not become self-fulfilling prophecies if we continue to give our adversaries a cause to get angry with us?

One reason why we fail to reach a rational conclusion is that the security fears of other countries are not acknowledged by us, at all. If the 9/11 attacks are rubbished as a CIA/Mossad operation, then it follows that the London train attacks or the Spanish bombing in which hundreds died were also internal operations carried out by the British and Spanish intelligence agencies. In a similar vein, the person who tried to blow up airplanes in the sky, the Shoe Bomber, must also be an agent, and so also everyone else who has been plotting planning or carrying out terror operations in the West.

This line of thinking is not complete if the rationality behind the conspiracy is not explained. Why would the Americans and others kill their own citizens in hundreds and thousands and create so much fear? That pet answer is that they needed an enemy because none was left to fight after the end of the Cold War.

In other words, it is being said, that they have killed their own people in large numbers, emptied their treasuries fighting wars, created massive security apparatus at great public inconvenience, curtailed their citizens' liberties through intrusive surveillances and done much else only as a decoy to create Islam as an enemy.

The absurdity of this argument is not obvious to the "we are a target" crowd. The sad part is that even others who aware of the world and have no particular prejudice against the West, get taken in. Paranoia lurks in recesses of the brain and when problems or difficulties are not easy to explain, it takes charge. Collective paranoia is particularly dangerous because it leads to irrationality and fascism. It happened in Germany and Italy and Spain. Why should we consider ourselves immune?

One way to overcome irrational fears is to look within carefully and identify what we can do to make things better. The conspiracy cabal will however take issue with everything that is proposed. To the argument that no one should be able to use our territory to launch attacks outside, and that it is our duty to prevent them, there is no logical answer. Yet, this does not deter them from diverting the topic and saying how nasty and offensive others are.

If told that if our territory is used to launch attacks outside it is just as much a breach of our sovereignty as the American drone strikes, there is outrage. How can drone assaults be put in the same category as alleged terror attacks emanating from here. The fact is there is a huge blind spot when it comes to our own culpability. And this by well-meaning people who are not extremists. Those who believe in the Taliban version of a state actually applaud such attacks.

It is time that we as a nation open our eyes and understand what is happening. District by district our territory is being taken over by the extremist. It was FATA and Swat yesterday now Buner, Dir, Hangu, Mansehra, and even Mardan and Charsadda, are under direct threat. We are being occupied and yet we cannot agree on who our enemy is.

The world is becoming increasingly concerned and is prepared to help, but only if we are ready to help ourselves. If we remain in denial, a terrible catastrophe awaits us.



Email: shafqatmd@gmail.com

http://thenews.jang.com.pk/daily_detail.asp?id=171733

Long Mad March

Before I start the story, I would like to give a brief description of something:
Madness in the inability to communicate your ideas. It's as if you were in a foreign country, able to see and understand everything that's going on around you, but incapable of explaining what you need to know or of being helped, because you don't understand the language they speak there.


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A powerful wizard, who wanted to destroy an entire kingdom, placed a magic potion in the well from which all the inhabitants drank . Whoever drank that would go mad.

The following morning, the whole population drank from the well and they all went mad, apart from the king and his family, who had a well set aside from them alone, and which the magician had not managed to poison. The king was worried and tried to control the population by issuing a series of edicts governing security and public health. The policemen and the inspectors, however, had also drunk the poisoned water and they thought the king's decisions were absurd and resolved to take no notice of them.

'When the inhabitants of the kingdom heard these decrees, they became convinced that the king had gone mad and was now giving nonsensical orders. They marched on the castle and called for his abdication.

'In despair, the king prepared to step down from the throne, but the queen stopped him, saying: "Let us go and drink from the communal well. Then, we will be the same as them."

'And that was what they did: the king and the queen drank the water of madness and immediately began talking nonsense. Their subjects repented at once; now that the king was displaying such wisdom, why not allow him to continue ruling the country?

'The country continued to live in peace, although its inhabitants behaved very differently from those of its neighbors. And the king was able to govern until the end of his days.
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What happened in punjab on 16th march can somehow be related to the story given above. Although the reader of this story would most probably be mad as well so I would rather not explain that how the king on 16th march drank the water from the well and got himself registered into the row of the mad people, cuz if I will, I will be considered the mad man too. But since what so ever I will write or not write, I am considered mad man, I shall not stop saying it.

In this story the queen told the king to drink the water, instead here on 16th march, the queen did not let the king to drink it, but to pretend like them. I think it was a bright and clever move. I think that is what our nation is, they only listen to their mad so called runaway heroes, because its only them they can understand. But the ones with a little wisdom and vision are either murdered or being scandalized as our present king is being done nowadays.

Long live the king. Long live the bhuttos

Nothing is impossible in life…

Destiny.... Is it luck or hard work?


OBAMA PIC ------1987
21 years back at Grandma's place:

From one of the poorest family's chair to the most powerful chair in the world………….!