Poetical


Have you ever felt that your life is rented, not owned. Did you ever feel like you are on earth on a leased period of time and your weakness, lack of reason and cowardice makes you live life as it is. Well, here’s a song for you:

I haven’t ever really found a place that I call home
I never stick around quite long enough to make it
But if my life is for rent and I don’t learn to buy
Well I deserve nothing more than I get
Cos nothing I have is truly mine

These are few lines from a great mellow song “Life for Rent” by Dido. Very profoundly thoughtful and yet simplistic to understand ideas have been penned down by Dido. If your life is for rent, you don’t own it.

Even though this post isn’t really about Dido or her song mostly but about the reactions of many people within and outside Karachi on 5/12 Riots.

Ironically, with all the education, awareness and championing the modernity the people of Karachi boast, the fact remains that people are more eloquent and openly blame President Musharraf than Altaf Hussain of MQM. And yet everyone of them desire peace and happiness. How does that happen?

It happens when we forget that there are somethings in life greater and bigger than the life itself. No, they aren’t big buildings or your insurance, or big metropolitan areas filled with hottest chicks and so on nor are they about ruling certain people or having big land. No, none of that. They are integrity, freedom and dignity. It may be an abstract idea for many but when you let your self-esteem be on the line, when you sell yourself, your dignity and your liberty there’s nothing in the world you could buy. You’re living a life that’s up for rent.

When you let others run your life, decide for you, live for you, there’s no point in your living. Dido goes on to further say:

“I’ve always thought
that I would love to live by the sea
To travel the world alone and live more simply
I have no idea what’s happened to that dream
Cos there’s really nothing left here to stop me”

I feel pity sometimes and often times I laugh at an individual’s incapacity to lead his own life. His inability to take over his very own life from the tyranny of others. That an individual could be so so afraid of taking chances and we forget we had our own lives, our own children and that the life is short and that without liberty and dignity, we are nothing but dirt and dust.

Life for Rent, Overtake it

Kant in his most famous essay talks about Enlightenment. If you’d read it, you’d laugh at the sorry ass of Musharraf who has come to be notorious for raising the slogans of Moderation and Enlightenment. Well, in a very crude and common man’s manner, he’s a man who came to city with rural thoughts. Kant, on the other hand says,

Enlightenment is man’s leaving his self-caused immaturity. Immaturity is the incapacity to use one’s intelligence without the guidance of another… Through laziness and cowardice a large part of mankind, even after nature has freed them from alien guidance, gladly remain immature. It is because of laziness and cowardice that it is so easy for others to usurp the role of guardians. It is so comfortable to be a minor! If I have a book which provides meaning for me, a pastor who has conscience for me, a doctor who will judge my diet for me and so on, then I do not need to exert myself. I do not have any need to think; if I can pay, others will take over the tedious job for me. The guardians who have kindly undertaken the supervision will see to it that by far the largest part of mankind, including the entire ‘beautiful sex,’ should consider the step into maturity, not only as difficult but as very dangerous.”

Yes, bad things can happen, yes security and safety will be at a risk if you raised your voice, if you proclaimed yourself be free but no risk and no danger is greater than the risk and danger of falling into oblivion, of being forgotten as a weakling on whom the humanity felt sorry. There’s no danger and no wound greater than the wounded pride and lost dignity. If there ever was, it should have been invented by now :)

While many people within Karachi, within Pakistan and outside are still contemplating who is responsible for 12 May Karachi Massacre. It is becoming a fruitless exercise in which we have all so favorably determined to put ourselves in. I ask them, every one of them:
How is it so difficult to understand that the safety, peace and freedom of EVERY ONE is an alienable right of every individual. While many Karachiites sadly harbor the notions of leaving them aside so the fear of confronting their deepest fears should not re-surface again. I ask them, how a simple issue of Violence and Human Life be so fervently dragged into the so-called discussions of political acumen and intellectual analysis of who conspired against who and who didn’t?

Is the answer to “who conspired” or “who started violence first” and “why did Chief Justice came to Karachi” missed the truth altogether or is it our greatly consuming fear of being victim of the same violence by the same hands and eventual civil anarchy and a war that has allowed our great intellectual minds to heap symbolism upon a simple issue that never asked or called for an explanation and justification of human life, liberty and dignity.

Former vice-president, John Calhoun wrote an article, Keen Mind of South” in which he proclaimed that the natural state of human life is slavery to which then ex-president John Quincy Adams replied in these resounding words:

Now, gentlemen, I must say I differ with the keen minds of the South, and with our president, who apparently shares their views, offering that the natural state of mankind is instead — and I know this is a controversial idea — is freedom. Is freedom. And the proof is the length to which a man, woman, or child will go to regain it, once taken. He will break loose his chains, He will decimate his enemies. He will try and try and try against all odds, against all prejudices, to get home.

Following the same words and ideology of what John Quincy Adams said in 1841 that if we have become so complacent, so gullible and socio-paths that our lives and our fears are of the understanding that let the violence and killing happen as long as its not us, then what do we do with Islam on which this country of Pakistan exist? What do we do with the colleges and universities who try to betray us by instilling the thoughts of “Knowledge is Power” and so on. What more disgrace and insult are we waiting for before we wake up from the slumbre?

Dignity, Liberty and Integrity of your lives are abstract concepts and ideas and yet they are the most natural concepts and ideas than the biggest scientific inventions and biggest homes and largest malls and so on. Without them, there is no sense of purpose and meaning in life.

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Keep Hope Alive

I am great fan of speeches. Actually, I become a child who finds fascination in each word and every move of body language or every word spoken eloquently and with as much courage, determination and hope as the words themselves are. I used to write speeches or drafts of speeches for my friends since I was too shy and nervous-kid but later on I found I just loved the kick and passion and the energy of the speaker and how that could arouse thousands of positive or negative emotions in you. How those words could storm people’s hearts and they could be led to whatever you want them to. Such IS the power of words and the respect for them has to be as immense as the larger than life status of theirs.

I have been dumbfounded at the Karachi Riots on 12 May. Enough has been said about who’s to be blamed and who’s not to. And yet many questions will linger on and the memories of those who participated in the riots will prevail for as long as the city lives. And no matter how much I want to write or say or speak of what and how I feel about this, I just can’t seem to make it. Words betray you sometimes perhaps.

But I have learnt two words at least or more appropriate would be to say that my conviction of these two words have been profoundly and emphatically strengthened.

Many years later, if the coming youth asked me who [tried to] destroy[ed] Kaarchi and Pakistan? I’d say, ‘Ego’.

And when they’d ask me what brought you to fight back and win your battle, I’d say, ‘Hope’.

Hellen Keller said that “The world is full of suffering. It is also full of overcoming it” How true.

But it’s the speech of Jesse Jackson that no matter how many times I listen to or read always brings myriad of emotions to me. And I thought to share one of the excerpts from his world-renowned and one of the most celebrated speeches of all times in this particular time.
From “Common Ground and Common Sense,” delivered by Reverend Jesse Jackson at the 1988 Democratic convention in Atlanta:

“Wherever you are tonight, I challenge you to hope and to dream. Don’t submerge your dreams. Even on drugs, dream of the day you’re drug-free. Even in the gutter, dream of the day that you’ll be up on your feet again. You must never stop dreaming. Face reality, yes. But don’t stop with the way things are; dream of things as they ought to be. Dream. Face pain, but love, hope, faith, and dreams will help you rise above the pain. . . ”

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Also, with slight changes (apologies to Mr. Jackson)

You must not surrender. You may or may not get there, but just know that you’re qualified and you hold on and hold out. We must never surrender. Pakistan will get better and better. Keep hope alive. Keep hope alive. Keep hope alive. On tomorrow night and beyond, keep hope alive.

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When I look in your eyes, I see the wisdom of the world in your eyes

I see the sadness of a thousand goodbyes
When I look in your eyes

And it is no surprise, to see the softness of the moon in your eyes
The gentle sparkle of the stars in your eyes
When I look in your eyes

In your eyes, I see the deepness of the sea
I see the deepness of the love
The love I feel you feel for me

Autumn comes, summer dies
I see the passing of the years in your eyes
And when we part there will be no tears no goodbyes
I’ll just look into your eyes

Those eyes, so wise
So warm, so real
I love the world your eyes reveal

Originally sung by Rex Harrison, in the movie Doctor Dolittle (1967), to a seal where it says “I love the world your eyes reveal” said originally “Isn’t it a pity you’re a seal?” Makes a lot of sense for me!

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