Who are these men lining up to listen to the Political System?

The newspapers are filled with the names of the bodies that have died in the ambushed streets of my country. The vagabond politicians keep on increasing the price of sugar and other commodities. Each day, we get a new scare. Today, I read that the scarcity of electricity and power will be exponentially increased over the next year. And the next heading is that hundreds and thousands of PPP workers gathered around Quaid Park to hear their leader and president speak volumes of Bhuttoism.
I am completely frustrated and humiliated. Everywhere I go I hear the defiance of life. I hear the tea boy complaining of how hard it is to survive with Rs. 4,000. And this young boy is only 12 years old. He has never played cricket because life never gave him a chance and neither did he have the money to purchase a bat. His father requires his money to pay off his loans that he has garnered after the marriage of his first daughter. His other sons play a detrimental part in revamping the house hold. So many mouths to feed? The question that haunts millions of Pakistanis. And then Bhutto committed roti, kapra, makhan. But where are the homes? The clothes and the roof tops?
I pass by the market place and over hear some Pathans speaking of the anguish of having their stores burnt due to the political riots. So many family members have died in the recent car bombs and their stores completely annihilated. “I have the moment. I have so much material in the warehouses. I never thought of insurance and now I am awake all night anticipating that someone might blow up this market” the other Pathan agrees with complete conviction. In their eyes, you can see the damages of an amputated soul.
Questioning the very sanity of the people, I meet a banker. Thinking that only the poor have a brutality syndrome against the government and the corruption that has enabled us to become the worst run government in the world. We have no electricity, power and water. And on television, people from the northern frontiers vote for the PPP? What promises have they been committed? Have the not seen the longest river fall of their promises since the inception of Pakistan? Wasn’t Bhutto responsible for the dislocation of West Pakistan or is that going to be added into the NRO as well?
The banker weeps. He makes Rs. 45,000 a month with 50 liters of fuel. “My daughter got sick and scared from the bombardment in Islamabad. She was at her aunt’s car and saw the Rawalpindi market collapse. She will now be afraid of people and faces all throughout her life. Her aunt died that day too.” Imagine giving hope to a child who has spoken to death.
The middle class man is stagnant and cursing his fate. The poor men waiting for an opportunity to reunite and burst into flames. I hear no one on the streets praising any Politican. And yet, as we see on television, hundreds of people line up to hear the same routine matters of the politicians. Are these the dump and illiterate classes who have been bought for a roti? Is this the commitment of Bhutto? You listen to my speeches and I will give you bread?
I cannot listen to the sounds of my country ending. I will become the Tipu Sultan. So keep the arrows targeted. I will leave no drops as we fight this war against corruption and humiliation. Stop the war on the northern frontiers. Stop the stupid and bizarre acts of cowardice. I don’t know why the terrorists don’t bomb the politicians. How is this possible?
What have we done to deserve this? Why can’t we unit and march on. So many things to fight about. Next year, we have no electricity. Want to read in the dark? I can buy you a roti? Please listen to me….

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How Cheap have the politicans sold Pakistan?

Our colleges and universities are being guarded by covert military operations. Our libraries and dormitories are no longer safe. We have buried our fathers and elders as they stand waiting anxiously for their paychecks. Our sisters and mothers have been scattered amongst the rubble as they were shopping with smiles embarked upon their petal lips. Our children have been shot at during regular school hours. This is insanity speaking in the true and vibrant colors of life. I can no longer remain silent. Words have to stem out of the silence to create a gesture of expression. I cannot withstand another day of innocent lives being sent to heaven and the crimes are still unknown.
If this was America, the entire nation would have stampeded into the senate demanding in writing a report deciphering the faults of the government and reasons of failure to host secure and prosperous measures. The American communities will be questioning each and every government official related to homeland security about the measures and action items. And in our part of the world, our federal minister for interior is pebbled with shoes and stones as he tries to enter the Islamic University after two consecutive bombs killed 6 innocent lives. Still he remains the unique ideology of governance.
Within the domain of Pakistan foreign planes bombard our own cities and the media keeps no trail of the accusations and the assaults. To the people, the dead bodies are only numbers. Participants who had to brutally die as they are negotiating with the west against the war on terror. Have the think tanks of Americans forgotten that the true enemies might not be the militant assailants of the north western frontiers but the clever and benign politicians who have sold the country at a dirt cheap price?
Where did this all begin? Who allowed selling the nation at such a price? I have buried my family due to the war on terror alone. My father has died of malpractice and my mom has faced road accidents due to people not caring of the traffic lights. Is this the social and moral fabric that Quaid left behind? We require answers now. Our generations will not sleep to the whispers of the night. Our generation will speak till our blood is spilled in the streets. My heart will amalgamate with the screams of the innocent lives that are left unburied. I am ready to die with the song of freedom in my soul. That cannot be killed with a cheap bullet. You cannot sell my aspirations for they are not for sale. Let us ring the bells of faith. Let us all unite.
Problem is that we have no outlet. The political system is so corrupt that honest liberations can not follow pursuit. The sun rays are trying their level best to succeed into the prism of darkness. But the political clout is placing their hands on every single nook and corner of the room. Sun rays are being diverted and left to remain outside the prism of life. And within these walls, I am trapped. You are trapped. And our senators, advisors, and the political system keeps on breathing poverty, terror and fear in our minds and souls.
Interestingly, no provincial government is taking precautions measures to streamline and improve the deplorable situation. Even the so called hero of Punjab sits ideally as the massacres in Punjab take place. All I read in the newspapers is transfers of the social political bureaucracy. I do not see legitimate and conducive action plans in full force. The same police officers at the road barricades are sipping tea and the dormant traffic wardens never trail down the ambushed calls pleading for assistance. The police force still has the same recruitment being fired at time and time again. No snipers within the college domains and no policy making of the nazims to garner people into building secure environments to fight crime. Is this the magnanimous work of the PML –N? We might have expected more from an educated governor and a profound and vocal administrator. Their promises mean nothing. I have buried my loved ones. When will they die?
Is this the Pakistan we are to give to our generations? Are we going to remain silent as these walls cave in? Look closely at your face today. This face might not remain on the surface today. Due to the political chaos and mayhem created by our forefathers. Sad is that I do not know who created this mess. Bhutto as he steered us into the complete nemesis or the vibrant colors of the dictatorial governance of Zia Ul HAQ. Instead of disengaging their families from the political systems we have blessed them with ministries and even the presidential chair.

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The fatal laugh of the NRO

Complete insanity. The NRO is the agreement that will allow all the corruption and deceit ever done by the current and previous predecessors and wipe the dirt under the carpet. All the illegal activity will be wiped away by a smear of political deterrence leaving behind a history of trial and errors that never went through correction. Imagine a world where criminals sign off on documents that legitimate their wrong.
As a nation, we need to stand up and confront the wrong. It is not acceptable to the nation and its people to let leaders commit drastic variances in the system and have a rule of engagement to vanish their devastations and remarkable mistakes. The impacts of their errors have been drastic in nature. Children have died. Parents have been buried. Hundreds and thousands of people have lost their jobs. Billions of rupees have been transferred into accounts outside of Pakistan. Are we to forgive them? And for what reason? How can scoundrels be let go without a price? Can we leave the corpse to be eaten by the vultures?
As a layman and a social number in the massive and populous network of Pakistan, I can only write and predict that history will not forgive the men and women who agree that washing away the sins will neglect and turning the other side will be the solution. How can we not agree to banish this law? Why is this law even in existence?
What teaching story will this have on the educational masses? Are we communicating that we are fine with corruption and we will always have an offensive analysis and forgiving mindset. A profligate government will not remain on the surface of the world. It will be obliterated into a million pieces. This is the stubborn associated with a race that is silent. Will we not listen to our hearts? Our prodigies are looking at us with the most perturbed and vehemently emotional eyes. And where we stand today. Again, on a cross road. Will we remain silent and let the corrupt walk on? Will we give a rebirth to our convictions and stand committed. Let’s walk.

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We have no heros?

You will not regret leaving me in peace. The world will remind you that we once lived. These tragedies will keep you alive. We are not to be burnt alive and be buried in the gardens of our fate. We will live endlessly and passionately. You will remember our love and our understandings. We are the people of the world that will keep on enjoying the privilege of life. I bet this is similar to the words that the boundaries and death bodies can instill in us as we bury them into the graves. You have killed our children, our soldiers, our parents. But you have left alone the politicians and the corrupt? Why is that? What is the justice in this all?
I believe in peace and still believe that a settlement of life needs to be imbedded into the demolished social and moral fabric of this nation. Our melancholic stance on life is to remain silent. As if someone has zipped our souls and kept our breaths. This is no substitute for life. This is not the Pakistan I am going to leave behind. I will fight with my words. I will unite the sentences for generations to come to tell about the miseries of today. I will openly claim that we are not destined to such graphical horror and tragedies.
The entire system is corrupt. It does not leave behind a road for any man to walk on. Either you try to become a part of them and then when in, work from the inside out. That is almost impossible since it has never occurred before. This toothsome offer only exists in fairy tales. Nothing more. Where does it say that our lives and souls will be expropriated for social and moral injustice?
We have a million questions. Why did Nawaz Sharif allow sign off on the NRO on the condition that he be allowed to run the third time? Why have the senators agreed upon accepting the NRO? Is there no one to contemplate on the current situation? I have a pen. So I write. The men ruling the country should think of their mistakes and what they are doing to us all! We need to take accountability. But how?
Let us live! Let us be free! What have we done! Who are we waiting for ? Our deaths? Our dreams to sink into the abyss of fate? Our silence is our derogation. Oh Pakistan wake up!

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