I’m Exhausted of the Remote Control System: Change It

A history of world shows that States have arisen at different times in different countries. They assumed different forms and organizations in different countries of the people, and of government and law at different ties and places. Here what I feel questionable is that when the necessities of the human beings always remained same, why the variations in the forms of state were introduced? We can watch in the subcontinental history how states were led. We have been very religious. The same had been case with states who originated at the same time at different places in this world. Man, transcendentally, had always bowed before entity whom s/he considered Supreme and Sovereign.

Oh. It is not the state I wanted to chat about. Today, I have been pondering about the laws, morality, rights and duties. These fours words constitute a sound and educated society. A society wherein everybody is safe, lives life and sings along with everyone the mingling of life. But life is not easy. Ourselves are not easy too. The most difficult computer in the world are our brains. The most difficult machine in the world are homo sapiens. However, if life was this easy, I would not be here writing this blog, would be out singing along with folks.

I feel suffocated in this global village. Nobody can progress without Yay of the kingdom who made this global village.The Only Two Superpowers can only decide the fate of the rest of the world. They are massively fine at every field. They make dance the third world, they switch among weak states whom they can make proxy and fight the war with other superpower and demean it eventually. The third world is worst affected of the Post Cold War era. This is a world of brands. People have forgotten little words of kindness, and good gestures. The only thing which is left is to compete with other human being.

I feel so suffocated of the race of the education. The Elite universities were, for sure, constructed in order to provide a good level of education to the upcoming generation. Sadly, that had turned into the competition. It is today like who has degree from XYZ is valued A+ and who hasn’t, um, we must think of human rights and must not think like this but OMG that dude or dudie has graduated from XYZ. Who I am to say it must not be seen this way. Everybody sees it, and I am not assuming but stating a fact that it will remain so till the Planet Earth collides with other Planet, and vanishes the homo sapiens completely.

The Progressive societies watch Progressing societies as slum. Where from change then will arrive? Do we even need change in this world? We introduce a change, and it is worn out the period within five or so years. The world will ever remain so.

The heroes had come, gone and now I don’t think heroes are going to step into the soil of planet earth. The wrap has been applied on the counting of the heroes of the Planet Earth. No Change, No Heroes; Live this life the way you are living.

Perhaps, it is possible too. This remote control system may expire its date and enter into some new period where heroes will lead us to new dynamics of the world, whom we will not let be worn out. Maybe, we will live a life of fresh air.

Everything is possible but this remote control system, CHANGE IT. I AM FEELING SUFFOCATED. I CAN NOT TOLERATE THIS STATIC SYSTEM AT ALL. PLEASE.

Where are the gardens? You made flowers even ARTIFICIALLY. The natural beauty died.  You folks made sunset points, and crowded it : ( . I want fresh vegetables, I want a partner who is cleaned of the smoke of this world’s remote control system, please phew I want a place where I can sit, practice anything I want, these voices of freedom of speech, and everything has made me tired. I am supporting Iqbal in this sense. He said:

Though God-gifted intellect is the lamp of an age

The freedom of thought is a Satanic Concept

Progress must not be named when we are loosing our originality. Try to decipher yourself, and then voice your rights. Perform your duties in accordance with morals. Follows laws that humans stronger than us or heroes made us for. We weak souls sometimes can’t understand the expediency they consider while making them!

I am exhausted of the remote control system, alter it! Or let it run smoothly at least. Stop adding ISMS now. Let this planet earth have more oxygen and carbon dioxide, or else Methane will vanish you too one day.

Live life, let others live too, Cheers…

Many Many many many

What can top the writes ups in my blog? Of course anything which belongs to him and his belongings. It is his birthday today.

Honestly, I am not thinking to do anything for him like everybody does. Because he has his family, his list of friends, I think I can’t of course stand to those numbers and wishes but still I wanted to meet him today – I didn’t tell him if I wanted.

I wish him every smile and loads of happiness on his birthday! What else other thing I can do than wishing man. 

Inside my heart…

Inside my heart, I am feeling sad. Life is very difficult. Sometimes it makes things blurry. Someday you don’t want to watch the clean picture and hide your eyes. Sleep then for sometime. Don’t jump into reality, make yourself ready for it first. The reality is you, your self respect matters the most, and you are always the first priority in your life.

- Me

The Life After College And Failure Thoughts (in Pakistan)

Well, I have just completed my B.A. and I was wondering what would I do after college having set my goals even I was blurry about my future.

The college bus was coming back from the examination center. We all friends danced like some animals who had just gained independence from a cage, are given skies for flying and just feeling the weathers. I was very taken aback on the day. I sometimes wonder why invigilators seem to resemble possessing most of the symptoms of psychologically ill patients.

Perhaps when students give their last exams they celebrate, we didn’t celebrate in any outlet but in our college bus due to the raja rental hearing, all the expected arrests and Tahir ul Qadiri Puppet Show. I was holding my french fries, the potato-rolls, pies, snacks and purses of my colleagues that my mum called me up and told me to tell the bus driver for rushing back to our area which was at one and half hour distance from examination center.

“Who is going to be arrested?” Asked I.

“They are nor your chacha neither your dada, come back soon, don’t create a dialogue, rush!” Mama said as usual she says.

We did what students of Pakistan are used to. We can’t escape from daily strikes and bloodshed of our city, The Karachi. Therefore, we enjoy our moments no matter what can happen outside.

I enjoyed my time thoroughly. Though we saw burnt tires in Quaid a Abad, crossed bridges of fires and people roaring slogans of different political parties. Roars of Slavery – that’s what I call it.

After college, the first problem I see for myself is conveyance and the timing. The second problem is a question that arrives in my mind is: Is the area safer? Karachi has become a very dangerous city. Sometimes we decline the plans of shopping and picnics only because the conditions of the city are unsound. The elders may understand it, but life for fun loving youngsters (including me), has become a suffocated room and a life in cage. Our administration of Karachi is perhaps too busy in memorizing Islamic Stuff By Heart, even when they don’t practice it. Can that officer have the margin of to what extent they are living up to the prerequisites of the rulers Islam may allow for appointment? They are just making fun of themselves – at least it is looking this to me.

The youngster is left with opportunities to yield and forward towards life? I am watching no opportunity. This is life in Pakistan.

A student is hopeless – at least I am. I am hoping no better result from UoK. No hopes but high hopes that I will not live up to my expectations. Paper corruption at its peak masters in Karachi as well.

I am H O P E L E S S.

Pakistan is Busy, Pakistanis are Busy!

We are busy nation. We have too many tasks to complete in three months periods. Pakistanis, those who belong upper middle class, are busy in collecting present governmental fortunate privileges as much as possible. Pakistanis, who belong middle class, are busy in rescuing their current jobs and references which may benefit them in the near future in Special Pakistani Middle Class Style, Like A Boss. Pakistanis, who belong lower class, are busy in diverting all kind of negative energies that are dumped off from those two classes aforementioned. Thus ultimately, Pakistan is busy in a deep slumber of hopeless signs of a revolution. Pakistan has no hopes but a chain of slavery of selfish self interests.

Our very capable and intelligent interior minister Mister Rehman Malik had informed in a Press Conference that Karachi and Quetta could be boomed with blasts. Then where the hell our intelligence agencies were? Perhaps, ISI was busy in diverting its all agents attention to our Becoming-Major Power neighbor India, inspired of Ek Tha Tiger. Pakistanis, who lived in Abbas Town once, are busy in counting the sins they committed and explaining Karma of their lives, eventually saying Astaghfirullah over the brunt houses but where are the bold actions of the government? I doubt if government is busy in designing their unique strategies of election’s campaign and making sure that nobody else of political parties may even think of them. Phew, and you call us a tired nation! We are so working, man.

I was talking to one of friends recently about Pakistan, and her answers amazed me so that I stared her for many minutes:

I: “So, who do you think will win in the coming general elections?”

She: “Who cares. All I am caring is that I have done my MBA recently and what if incapable government comes and puts some other provincial laws, and I remain to be a commuter.”

Her answer shocked rather than putting in a wonderful wondering well. She didn’t care to where Pakistan could lead, but cared if she could get affected. Well, on individual basis, she was hell right. Anybody allows themselves to live in a state because they agree on terms of being provided security of life and death. What to talk about security of life and death, here the basic life necessities have become the most difficult dream, which may be acquired anytime with the help of luck.

I am a student. So psychologically or emotionally I am more close to the generalizations of a student’s life. Well, I really must appreciate what Tahir ul Qadiri did. The day the arrest warrants of our Loving Prime Minister Raja Parvez Ashraf  were issued was our last examinations. I was hugging my friends that I heard my self phone ringing. Mama surprised me telling me off about what had happened in three hours in which we gave exams, drifted our lives further and our leaders stretched their strategies slowly killing our revolutionary hopes yet calling it a revolution!

We all are busy. We are in a hurry of making ours live pleasurable through wrong paths of yawn and slumber. Waking up is not our style – Kindly, don’t disturb us with your rhymes of revolutionary music and activities. You disturb our slumber! We are busy. Let us remain busy in our own activities.

Kashmir the Jannat!

Today I was thinking what is the sin of Kashmiri people? The adults who grow up in this area, do not have political and social rights, even constitutionally, the way we have. What suffocation they may be living in. What environment would be in which a mother, who got used to bombshell fires and inquiries of either side military.

I can’t answer to this question. Whatever conferences, any kind of appeals to certain government, ISI or RAW involvements, and initial problems of Kashmir now seem me a pathetically composed rant. What is the use of rant? Nothing. I can only dream of an independent Kashmir wherein I can plan a day picnic.

There is no other option for those people? Why do they live in this beautiful heaven which is not less than hell if talked about skirmishes which soar to 1000 counts of dead bodies? What is the point of living there? Dessert Kashmir and there would be no strife even. The indigenous population patriotism and perhaps the nationalism can be the reason but can this emotion topple the dangerous to lives? I can’t answer to this question when I am a Pakistani. I have the same kind of problems living in KHI but why am I not evacuating? Because its my city and my hope of its freedom is alive.

Often I think what it can benefit to either side.

May peace to disputed Kashmir come!

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