There is no greater scheme of things, no 15 year plan to prosperity, no saviors for the common man, sorry folks, we're all out of Robin Hoods today. You know you're in trouble when one unit of another countries currency is worth a hundred and forty of your own, you know theres going to be problems when your largest industrial ports are crumbling under 16 hours of blackouts everyday and you know you're on the edge of anarchy when a president refuses to reinstate the one body that governs law in a state.
Those are the ingredients that make a bitter tasting concoction called 'madness'. Amidst the immensely depressing poverty there is depravity; you're driving down a road you think to be in a relatively 'nicer' part of town, on your left window is a plague-struck sunburned soul begging for what little change you can offer, on your right, there's an Armani-shirt wearing greaseball with his collar up mounted in an Aston Martin, a car worth more than two houses in defense put together mind you.
And yet, government officials state so proudly on BBC, "we are not savages"
answered a Pakistani politician (who's name I seem to have forgotten) on a question put forward by a BBC anchorwoman which was;
"Will President Musharaf be given a fair trial and allowed safe passage out of Pakistan?". "We are not savages" he continued speaking "We are not like Latin countries or some Middle Eastern countries, we will allow him a fair trial".
Wow, we really aren't savages.
To think, an official belonging to the Government of Pakistan would say on a live broadcast feed to millions of people all across the globe "we are not savages like latin countries or some middle eastern countries" the sheer stupidity of it all, this would seem utterly foolish even to a half-minded dimwit trying to sell a crucifix to a Maulvi.
We most certainly are not savages, we only have corruption, poverty, terrorism, a broken economy, unstable government and last but not least, load shedding.
Load shedding seems to be my pet peeve in this little article, and i'll tell you why.
With 16 hours of load shedding every day, do you really think we can afford to run lights on billboards 24/7? with the electricity shortage predicted to last for an unconfirmed date, can we really afford to run giant-screen advertisement TV's that devour three split-unit air conditioners' worth of electricity every day? Yet generators for these TV's can be afforded, it seems so can the diesel required to power them while their surroundings lie in complete darkness. Police wardens toiling day in and day out under the blistering heat of the Lahore sun have to witness cars crashing into each other because of this colossal distraction and the government it seems, sees nothing wrong in this picture. But you tell me? if these issues don't warrant a deeper look then I don't know what will. But hey, I'm sure we're better than some Latin and Middle-eastern countries.
SHOOT ME.
This is a place with silver-white skies, light as aluminum.
Circling below the reflections of the sun, paper doves.
Fragile fluid runs through the cracks, the sun, she fades.
And a thought occurs... this is not me.
Once a notion of a shell, another time; of individuality,
Nothing remains, " and truth be told ", this is not me.
Outside the skies, there is another home, with life.
White incandescence, shimmering alone. so brilliant.
Will it save him? perhaps.
There is an escape, after all, burn the passage to light the way
but he has to be careful, for he dare not return, to the fray
He must party with hope and part with the hopeless.
To find a way, to find a way.
Over and over in his head, to find a way.
There is hope. how long? how long till he must continue to say...
"This is not me"
