Dum Maro Dum ... Contraption of sorts.

Human beings created numbers, alphabets, codes, languages and sciences to satisfy their need for expression, structure and organization primarily. We divided the world into regions, hemispheres, poles, so much so that we drew up imaginary lines to give sense to the world and its phenomena.

 Human history upon closer inspection will show that the progress of human mind was very sequential, wouldn't have been possible without Divine intervention. As we progressed, our need for understanding of systems developed with us. Rightfully so we have an insatiable thirst for reason, system and some form of classification as per our own standards, as flawed as they maybe.

This world is a dynamic flux of growth and decay, never will human beings in whatever time, be able to unveil all the mysteries, and secrets of the world, even though human race has been on the planet for trillions of years.

When we define things we separate them into discrete parts, even though the world is continuous, a seamless cloth. Once we name an object it becomes manageable, controllable, un-elusive, losing its mystery and independence and thus open to exploitation. What you don't know, scares you, therefore fear is nothing but your lack of knowledge.

To define gives people the illusion of power and control while falsifying the boundlessness and indivisibility of nature, making it quiet banal. The human nature to define, label and systemize therefore barricades them from the fluidity of thought and invincibility of themselves and nature. We're caught in own fabrication of standards and definition. We're either wrong or right, it's either yes or no, it's either my way or the highway, seldom a middle more fluid, less rigid part we opt for. We limit ourselves in order to understand ourselves, and when we fail to classify our being, we end up losing our wits, succumbing into our own pressure and inhibiting ourselves.

There are people and events which can never be classified or labeled as much as we like them to be. They baffle us, and refuse to be what the world wants them to be, due to its sheer insecurities and complexities. Free spiritedness generally doesn't gel with most. When we label, we basically give a name to our own insecurities.

The less viscous the liquid, the more it flows into dimensions that viscous liquid will never know of. So exist as you want to, with who you want to, uninhibited, with a clear conscience. The only responsibility you have is towards yourself and select few you care for. This world is your canvas; so paint as you may. 

OVOT

George .. I suggest you take a cold shower.

George F has been doing the rounds recently after his rather whiny piece appeared in English daily.  The purpose of that piece was as confusing as his stance which became self contradictory towards the end. I didn't quite understand if it was a farewell post, a mental state, a way to give importance to his departure or a list of all those unfortunate events or reasons of which each inhabitant of this country is well aware of?

 G wants to give his son a stable present and a promising future, which is more than justified. Every rational person would. I believe I'm quiet irrational, and rightfully so. No doubt this country is going to the dogs (literally) and yes we maybe be sinking into a bottomless pit, but I for one refuse to give up and find a way out. This country gives people opportunities, it has and it will continue to. Not equal I agree but opportunity nevertheless. As the crème de la crème of the society we are privileged to live the lives we are living. I see people from quiet stable backgrounds whining and complaining about how this country is useless and how it hasn't done anything for them, but then I wonder what have they done for the country except act as a liability? There are people who've stayed here, fought their way and have become who they've wanted to be and these individuals continue to strive for excellence. Not everyone wants an easy way out. George found an easy way out, and no issues there, because he has every right to choose a life that he deems fit , but he sure as hell doesn't get the right to talk so hopelessly about a country that is still a beacon of hope for many. Yes there are obstacles, more than we can imagine but there sure are people living in this country willing to fight till their last breath for this country for themselves and for the greater good of its citizens. By implying that his little Faiz deserves better, he is simultaneously implying that we’ve never had or never seen better and while we continue to live in privation he'd be making a better life for himself out there and while he is opting a better life for his child, the ones who live here are not doing so.

I am irrational, optimistic and addicted to self destruction and there are quiet a bunch of us like that out there who love this country in spite of its shortcomings. There is a security threat to all of us YET we wake up every morning and dream for a better future.  We like to blame others for our shortcomings and grievances and we have a plethora of adverse events, and God's apparent wrath (Mullahs) bestowed upon us, our cricketers with their smart moves and tax evaders and corruption and a very convoluted notion of liberalism, there is no denying that we are probably the most twisted nation on God's earth but we still have the fight to fight this for as long as we can. Our cricketers are still out playing in spite of the bad publicity and wining 3 out of 4 matches. Our musicians regardless of the downfall of the music industry come out with great stuff, we churn out more fashion designers every year than wheat, we accept our follies and try to deal with and more importantly we dream! A nation that has been exploited since its birth finds a reason still to believe and dream and move forward. Besides, what is wrong with hyper-patriotism ? 

This is a nation that wants to move on but has perpetual pms-ers who do NOTHING but wine and look at verbose articles by a gora who btw is such a dramatic quitter that he had to write two pieces regarding his "divorce" from a country that housed him for nine years and made him a somebody from a nobody.

You chose to quit dear Georgy and no qualms about it but some of us choose not to. If holding hands is what you dreamt about then perhaps USA is the place for you, because living in Pakistan is not everyone's cup of tea, not everyone is a fighter and not everyone is a pansy and a coward. 

I have hope and I pray to God that it remains with me, because even though I have the opportunity to leave, I want to stay and make my life here. This country is my first love, my first and last addiction and my canvas.

It's not what he said, but how he said it wasn't proper As for you Georgy, we know our issues, let us deal with it. At least we have one less a whiner now.  

   

 OVOT 

I believe

I wrote about rituals a couple of weeks back that did not gel well with certain people. They resorted to unlawful means of making their point of view heard. I make no apologies to them and still stand by what I believe; however I do realize that the manner in which my post was taken out of context will not do justice to my stance. Therefore I have deleted the post. 

Pain's a tease ....

The thing about physical pain is quite simple; it hits you full force. It can be brought down by a few degrees by drugs but it lingers on for some time before completely vanishing and more often than not you know its source.

The thing about spiritual pain is rather complicated. The source is unknown, the pain is excruciating, the uproar of the conscience, the deafening silence of the emotions or emptiness of the being is unbearable. When the soul withers in pain and the heart palpitates aggressively, vehemently and all the senses deceive you with reality forcing you to embrace yourself to keep yourself together from scattering into a million unknown pieces is when you need to let go.

There are times when letting go is not an option, and the pain becomes inexhaustible. This tipping point is now the new pleasure. Something you'll spend your life with because some wounds are so beautiful that even the soul is ready to take the plunge.  

Better or for worse it's time to let it go … Always and Forever.

OVOT