Most inspirational sentence read in 2013? I’d quote Dostoevsky …

Here’s what I replied to a post by The Book Club of Karachi on Facebook, “The most inspirational sentence you read in 2013?”
I could choose once sentence from this passage maybe, but this whole passage is too brilliant to ignore. This stunned me probably like nothing else this year. A wonderful book and a wonderful writer, from which I hope to share more passages in the coming days.

‘Ofcourse, when Alyosha was in the monastery he believed entirely in miracles, but I dont think miracles ever confound a realist. Nor is it miracles that bring a realist to religion. If he is an unbeliever, a true realist will always find the strength & ability not to believe in a miracle, and if he is confronted with a miracle as an irrefutable fact, he will rather disbelieve his own senses than accept that fact. Or he may concede the fact and explain it away as a natural phenomenon until then unknown. In a realist, it is not miracles that generate faith, but faith that generates miracles. Once a realist becomes a believer, however, his very realism will make him accept the existence of miracles. The apostle Thomas said he would not believe until he saw, and when he saw, he said: ”My Lord and my God!”. Was it a miracle that made him believe? Most likely not. He believed only because he wanted to believe, and possibly he already believed in the secret recesses of his being.’

Fyodor Dostoevsky in The Brothers Karamazov.

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An exploratory MHB fan …

So I’ve been listening to Mekaal Hasan Band for some years now. It started with a wierd private website that doesn’t even exist now, where I found a very very raw audio feed of a Mekaal Hasan Band jam, labelled ‘Late Moon’. And that song was enough to make me fall in love with its music.

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THe song that I’ve shared is ‘Sampooran‘- here’s to hoping you love the baansri (flute) on this one as much as I did. This song is beautiful, and eternal …

So, what do you think?

So I have been thinking ….

So I have been thinking … and it has been a while. I think I must start blogging again : )

Enough of Karachi’s trial-and-error!

I sincerely hope that all those who dream of military revolutions and military rule put an end to their delusional image of military forces. I mean, if not now, what is it going to take for people to realize, that this takeover of cities by military power is not the answer ? I mean, heck, an unarmed cab driver was shot to death like a dog right in the middle of Gulistan-e-Jauhar Karachi. How close do you want them to come ? How close ?

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We have the Police, that are trained to handle issues in the city. However inept they may be, however corrupt they may be, no matter how much we pillory them, please do not forget that they are the only forces that are trained to deal with civilians. Their whole hierarchy, training programs and the way command flows is modelled to make them capable of handling problems of the city, caused by citizens. This is THE reason why you generally employ Police in the cities and your armed forces / Rangers / FC Corps on the borders or on strategic missions. What muddled policymakers allow uncivlized, armed and schizophrenic madmen to take over the security matters of a city ? Does no one truly understand how dangerous military presence is in the cities ? Their minds and bodies, their stimulus is not trained to react or process civilian problems. This is not the first case that has happened in a city. Military forces, and specially Pakistan Rangers are notorious for their brutal treatment of citizens. This is the 3rd major incident of civilian kills from the Rangers. A little while back, a young man was similarly killed in Shah Faisal Colony. And don’t forget the murder 2 years back of a suspected robber that was already caught and bound, in Benazir Bhutto Shaheed Park Clifton! karachi-incident-rangers-atc-1324298967
Mentally-ill armed security officers are dangerous for the city. They place citizens under further terror and I do not know how I would feel the next time a Ranger’s team stops me for checking. You, my friends should be terrified of the thought.

This should not end with the prosecution of responsible personnel that finished off the cab driver. This is not a problem of a specific individual. Surely after all these deaths, we should realise the malaise has penetrated far deeper? It is an event that was waiting to happen. Sooner or later, civilians were going to die at the hands of the Rangers. Unruly wild animals are tamed. You do not send stampeding elephants to crush them, killing anything and anyone in their path. And a city of Pakistan, for all practical purposes, is a fucking jungle. It is high time our politicians take a brave stand and withdraw the stationing of armed forces from the cities. Let’s not be confused into thinking the Rangers or other military forces are free from corruption. What difference in the end does it make if its Police or the Rangers? People are still getting killed aren’t they? Places are still getting bombed right? Rangers are stationed in my locality 24/7 and yet people are robbed, looted, abducted everyday. Land mafias keep gaining strength, and from time to time conduct high profile shootouts. Did anyone stop the violence? Not really!

Does the general public still not get it that they’re stationing serves no purpose in the cities? One way or the other, our police forces will have to be the ones to patrol the city. They are the ones that will need a proper cleansing and a comprehensive upheaval of their working systems, otherwise there is no hope for any of us. Someday it could be you, or your child, or someone you know. A lot of people roam around in Karachi. Too many.

Hollywood made a wonderful movie ‘The Siege’ starring Bruce Willis and Denzel Washington which highlighted most beautifully, the exact problem of imposing military rule in the cities. People in denial about the armed forces should watch the movie and the videos of civilian kills made by our Rangers. They should. This video should be engraved in their minds so they know what such ruthless killers are capable of and why they should never be allowed to roam in uniforms in the cities or get involved in political games. This recent killing is as damning an evidence of their ugly face as any.

You cannot solve a chronic disease by giving it a quick fix. I am not supporting our lackluster police here, but it is them that needs to be bettered. The general public is not less endangered with the presence of Rangers. Now with this event, it has been proved that perhaps, they are more endangered than before.

Pakistan and specially Karachi, can endure no more trial-and-errors. Since no parties have done good, lay faith in the military? I dont think so. There will be no answer or an end to this madness, unless we stop doing that. This country will either rise through these very political parties or it will keep meandering on, with our blood sucked out of every vein, till we can give no more.

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Anguish of a repressed child

There are many children who face the anguish of repression in childhood. Repression that damages them to some extent permanently. The problem seems to exist in Pakistan deeper than most countries. Perhaps this is how such a child thinks?



I sit here hurt, anguished and spent. Sometimes I just wish I had different parents. What’s
the point of being so knowledgable if you cannot keep ur child happy? My parents, drowned in fake pools of masochism. Unrelenting, spiteful and desperate to be in contol.

Remorseless?
Hard to say. I am trapped in this circle of forced love, forced respect and forced obedience. Sick of trying to get them to understand who I am. I am rebellious. I am outspoken about my beleifs and ideas. What’s wrong with that?

All I wanted was a fair system. Isnt justice my right? Is it so big a crime that everytime I stand up, I’m struck on the head, and reminded that I feed off HIS balls?
What about values? Integrity? Do I have to kiss upto them for even that basic right? Does exercising your authority makes a man out of someone?

The saddest truth is – I dont respect them. And it will be a cold day in hell when I accept that I never wanted to. I did. So badly. They just never stopped the mental assault. Always the pure Islamic mind. Child MUST obey. Child MUST give in. They are indestructible, impregnable. Never wrong. Always the light of wisdom. We, are vermin. Born to have sand kicked in our face. As unimportant as bits of meat stuck in the teeth. As pale an existence as that of a phantom.

The Paradox that is Love

How one feels to be hurt
To be hurt by people who mean the world
People you’d sacrifice yourselves for, if need be
And how would it feel
When you cannot communicate the intensity of your emotion across
Marred by their insensitivity and your own alter-ego
Some would call it self-respect, some would call it fate
In the end, it’s just another pathway to hell’s gate
How would it feel, to despair
To scream at them outside, and
To bleed inside torn by blood love
To cry for them, as if tears made up of your very soul
To pray for them, as if praying for sins granted no penance
To fight a fight full of spite, how would it feel …
To know it’s a fight you’ll lose either way
When you know their triumph is despair for you
And your triumph is their despair
How would it feel, to counter an adversary as such,
An adversary you’d hate to hurt …
How would it feel, have you ever wondered?
What would you do with such ruthlessness?
When you try to get numb, when you surround yourself in ice
How would it feel for just one hot tear, painful as death itself
For just one such drop to vaporize ice?
How would it feel have you ever wondered?
To break a heart, I believe
It only needs love & hate
Have you ever felt
A contagious emotion such as love?
Have you ever wondered
About the irony that is love?
About the paradox that is love?

Forensics of the Malala False Flag Operation

Dr. Nauman Shad had done a wonderful job expressing the doubts of people of Pakistan on the Malala incident. Extremely clinical and professional I’d say …

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Forensics of the Malala False Flag Operation

And they planned, and Allah planned; And Allah is the Best of Planners! (Holy Quran 8: 30)

Introduction

Some mysteries are never solved for the public, especially the intriguing thrillers presented in Pakistani politics! Whether it is the Osama Bin Laden fiasco or the Memo-Gate scandal or the latest ‘Malala myth’, the Pakistanis and the rest of the world are left guessing as to what really happened. They are only left to work it out using the ‘Cui Bono’ formula-meaning ‘who benefits’.

Forensic Medicine is a branch of medicine that involves the study and application of medical knowledge in the legal field. Because modern medicine is a legal creation and medico-legal cases involving death, rape, paternity etc. require a medical practitioner to produce evidence and appear as an expert witness, these two fields have traditionally been inter-dependent. We shall use forensic expertise to…

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The joy of The Allman Brothers Band performing live …

‘Lord I Was Born a Rambling Man’ – I must make an unconditional statement. The Allman Brothers Band brings me sheer joy with their music. The joy they radiate with their music is contagious! The uploader has disabled the ’embed’ option for this video, but you can watch the video when you click on play and follow the video’s direction. Listen to this beautiful performance …

Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man
Tryin’ to make a livin’ and doin’ the best I can
And when it’s time for leavin’
I hope you’ll understand
That I was born a ramblin’ man

My father was a gambler down in Georgia
He wound up on the wrong end of a gun
And I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus
Rollin’ down highway forty-one

Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man
Tryin’ to make a livin’ and doin’ the best I can
And when it’s time for leavin’
I hope you’ll understand
That I was born a ramblin’ man

I’m on my way to New Orleans this mornin’
I’m leavin’ out of Nashville, Tennessee
They’re always having a good time down on the bayou
Lord, them Delta women think the world of me

Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man
Tryin’ to make a livin’ and doin’ the best I can
And when it’s time for leavin’
I hope you’ll understand
That I was born a ramblin’ man

A Gilgiti Evening – Picture of Serenity

This is a picture I took from outside my room in Serena Hotel when I was in Gilgit in the November of 2011. It had just started to snow in the mountains.
I use the pictures I took during my stay in Gilgit to soothe myself when I am undergoing a spell of depression or general sadness. These pictures always help me feel relieved. The beauty of this place serves to cleanse my soul of the rotting that excessive stress can cause, and reinvigorates it once again. It makes me once again yearn for better things, for hope …

Give “Fucks” Here

A work of genius by Ramish Safa. About Basheer, the person who just didn’t give a fuck!

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In an intellectually redundant part of the world, was an irrelevant neighborhood, where once lived a man known as Basheer. Basheer was quiet, slow and honest. He never bothered the pesky little neighborhood children, nor the pesky little neighborhood men. He never bothered the pesky little neighborhood women either, or any woman for that matter, which is why the general opinion of Basheer was that of an effeminate. In short, he was peaceful, boring and harmless. What the people didn’t know was that Basheer was indifferent. Not the kind of indifferent you and I are towards a particular brand of toothpaste or a movie that’s playing at a local cinema or a parent perhaps. No. Basheer’s problem was worse, probably the worst the world had ever seen. He just didn’t care. He didn’t care if he had parents, or if his hair needed to be cut. He didn’t care about…

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