Veiled snobbery

what most people confuse with sophistication here in Pakistan is actually a veiled snobbery and part of the old colonialism. Its a deep rooted behaviour they had brought with them centuries ago when they came and invaded us, which corrupting our core cultural values.

It is sad to observe when some artists, activists and even some writers, wear that distinct behavioural attitude, of being politely rude. Its like building an invisible wall around you, which keeps the common at pace while giving you the freedom and liberty to float freely in a bubble, lifting you a bit above the ground, slightly bit higher than the commons, so you remain in all your elements, while displaying love and affection to the people bellow you, as if they are an animal caged, and then loved and adored, while the iron bars are keeping them restrained in a tight sphere, of which they maybe even be aware of but its so vague they often forget and fail to even notice it.

Veiled snobbery

Yet another unheard voice .

In this day of age, when we switch on our televisions sets to hear the numerous channels blaring out the “truth” to us, we think they are our saviours, they are voicing our oppressed emotions and the concerns of the common people, speaking on behalf of those who were never herd, who were never thought to be significant. We think  we have finally found someone to hear us, to feel our pains and sufferings  but the truth is quite the opposite.
 
First thing in the morning today, as I held tight to my first cup of coffee, still struggling to fully wake up I switched on to Facebook, What met my eyes was so shocking that i was not only wide awake but also disgusted and furious, it was Huma’s email shared on Facebook by Amar Sindhu :
 

Huma’s Email:

“ Rape for Religion/ JUSTICE FOR SAHAR BATOOL.

First time I am writing in this forum to bring your attention towards a covered incident.
I am women/human rights activist

In our region it is very common news like acid throwing, domestic violence, sexual harassment and target killings etc. you all may heard many news from various different corners about child rape.

The purpose of incident I am sharing is about 6 years old Sahar ,who belongs from shia hazara community ,father was peon in army ,they reside in FC colony quetta, few day before when parents found her missing from home, soon they inform police, after investigation her dead body was dumped near a trash, and her neighbor a clergy (mullah)pesh imam of some mosque confessed that he did all with sahar due to hatred against shias , first he raped ,broke her limbs,hanged her with rope thn slaughtered.

Dead body found from a trash just a yard few feet away from mullahs house.

The apathy of civil society and human rights can also be seen in this case, maybe because the victim family is very poor and can not approach anyone or they belong from shia/hazara community.whats the sin of Sahar Batool???after rape of kafirs the clergy will be in heaven with 72 hoors ??

In this scenario the crime counts for child abuse or sectarian violence ?and its quite tragic even its not in the news

The efforts should be taken by media and judiciary group to bring the perpetrators in conviction.

(an email by Huma Fouladi) ”

 
As much as i want to believe that the media today is free and voices the concerns of the common people, in reality each day i come face to face to the reality of he commercial craving of these news channels resulting in an ever increasing insensitive quest to achieve the highest ratings in the market. They won’t refrain to shove the microphones in the half agape mouths of moaning bomb blast injured, pretending to share their pain but in reality hoping the victim soon dies so they can serve the chunk of this video as the victim’s last words as an exclusive on their particular channel. They will try their best and even advertise it shamelessly that they were the the first to break the tragic news and were also the first air gruesome videos of massive distraction to unexacting audience, wrecking the nerves of the viewer to a point that they go numb, so numb that they won’t feel or realise the bigger picture, the depth of the pain that is caused to the others, they will think its the a usual daily life routine and they will be least bothered the next time something similar happens around them.
 
But what happens to the real news which is buried under the rubble of all there sensational imagery, footages and brainless political talks ? the news which is actually effecting us, common humans, day in day out, the news which point fingers towards the crippled system of the society, the news of one minority or the other being pushed to the edge, actually over the edge every other day, the news of the numerous rapes and sexual crimes, murders, go medical neglect,  cased of brutal child abuse, they all go unreported, undeclared on a daily bases, at the most making it to the news ticker running unnoticed for a few seconds at the bottom of the scream before vanishing forever.
 
So the message to the public is clear that if such a crime is reported, neither the state will give them justice nor the ever active blaring news channels will head their pledge. After all in the end the victim is the common, the people who are the majority, who are the real people of this state, but who have little or no say in the affairs of the state, they are the ones who are unheard of, unseen and the unknown.  
Yet another unheard voice .

Dressed, Pious Men.

Yes, i may be a nudist, but at least i am not vulgar, i am not one of them ( men ) who ogle at women, who strip them in their heads the moment they set their gaze at her, reducing her to an object, an object to quench their sexual urge, voiding them of all respect that they say they have for her. I am anything but at least not a hypocrite who would go out of their marital commitments to sleep and fondle with other women, while telling their own wife to bloody stay home and work and see no other man other than them, and if she does as much as sets her foot out without their will, they beat a her or even take her life, all in the the name of honour. Honour which is in respect and is killed with the women the moment she is killed in its name.

 

I am far better than those men, living under a cloak of being pious and decent while the vermin of vulgarity has rotten their heart and soul reducing it into a smelly bile which oozes out of their every pore .

 

I am proud that i may be undressed completely but i yet can reach nowhere, even near the height of the vulgarity achieved by all these dressed pious men.

Dressed, Pious Men.

Blood Is Thicker Than Water

Blood is thicker than water, No wonder it refuses to flow, and clots so quickly. I like water better, i flows to take shape of any vessel, any number of times, without showing any resistance, it takes the color of its surroundings it makes the path on which it flows greener. its more beautiful, more lively, more full of energy, more full of life more pure in all its aspects, while the blood is stagnant unless its in your own body, its more still more selfish, indeed much thicker than water.

Blood Is Thicker Than Water

Thoughts

Thoughts, of barren lands, fluid landscapes, of houses void of living beings, of people empty of their souls , bodies surrounded by cold walls, of redbrick as red as blood, of metal as cold as ice.

Thoughts of caged souls peering out from behind the eyelids, shy to confront the cruel world, frightened to be killed by the devil.

Thoughts of dark days and nights, of flowers and green being rained by blood, blood which burns all fields of hope, blood that stinks, and stales the air, suffocating the ones with heart of gold .

Thoughts …..

Thoughts

Scrubbing the Dishes

Scrubbing the dished, seems like a easy lame job but today since mom is not feeling well and i am as usual doing the dishes, i realized how hard its gets when you have to scrub off that portion of the dried out cornflake from the porcelain bowl you left without a rinse in the morning to make thing worst that left over 20 ml of tinted coffee from the breakfast in the morning stunk really bad in the mug. but its not just that, I also realized how inconvenient that stupid fancy dish washing contraption I bought for mom is, no wonder she never used it.

Lesson learned ; I wont waste money on those fancy stupid contraptions anymore.

Scrubbing the Dishes