The Necessity of Democracy

We must ask ourselves whether democracy is necessary at all

This essay on democracy is written in continuance of the chain of thoughts that triggered last week’s essay. Please read the previous week’s essay: The Necessity of Constitution first if you haven’t already.

Democracy – most people love it; some despise it while all are intrigued by it. It is arguably the most commonly referred-to political phenomenon in human history. The idea of democracy is pervasive throughout the recorded intellectual discourse on organised society since Greek antiquity. Continue reading “The Necessity of Democracy”

The Necessity of Constitution

The American founding fathers clearly understood the necessity of constitution

Political theorists, jurists, and experts of constitutional law emphasize the necessity of constitution. In terms of language, the word constitution signifies how an entity or an idea is constituted but that is not how the word came to be. Like most things, the word has come to our midst from Latin. In terms of political governance, constitution defines how a state is organised; how its affairs are run, and how the sovereign power of a state is vested in those who run it. Continue reading “The Necessity of Constitution”

The Dangers of Minus One Formula

Some say Panamagate case against Nawaz Sharif is part of Minus one plan applied to PPP and MQM before his party

Minus one in politics is often a dangerous idea and is counterproductive. Brutus did not fare well much long after he gave Julius Caesar the fatal blow. That much is pretty true everywhere. Continue reading “The Dangers of Minus One Formula”

The Posthumous Birthday

I never thought here 30th birthday would be her first posthumous birthday

I thought I could never live without her. It was hard to imagine life in a world she didn’t exist. In my mind, such a world never existed. But fate is cruel; it brutally obliterates all that is beautiful and lovely. It destroys every promise without compassion and leaves behind what is only miserable and shameful. Continue reading “The Posthumous Birthday”

The Cho Cho Train

my life felt like a cho cho train tucking down a gloomy journey with so many painful stations to stop over

The train was already late. I was standing at Platform No. 4 of the Lahore Railway station since 3:30 pm. The clock just struck seven, the train was supposed to be there three hours ago. I had been planning this little visit of Hyderabad, Sindh, for over a year. It was one of the cities in Pakistan I had never been to. The last several months of my life had been like a horrible nightmare. I had spent months imagining this visit as a necessary escapade for my ailing wife. But I had never thought it would be in these circumstances. I stood there at the platform holding only the hand of my little boy, my wife was already gone from this world.  Continue reading “The Cho Cho Train”

The Fear of Loneliness

I am not afraid of loneliness, I am not afraid of the unknown, I am afraid of what I know

Over the past two and a half years, I have become insomniac. I can barely sleep. I have always been a nocturnal. I have spent almost my entire adult life being a night’s person and sleeping very late in the night. But I could still sleep. However, these past couple of years have seen me become sleepless. I can only sleep when my body is exhausted of staying restless, when my mind is unable to think or resist. Continue reading “The Fear of Loneliness”

The Folly of Abstract Morality

Morality is not abstract, it is absolute

If there is one thing popular television shows teach for certain; it’s the shades of grey. I am not sure if there are fifty; for I am forever a nyctophile. These shows indoctrinate that there is no such thing as absolutely evil or pure good. This world is not a battleground of angels and demons, but humans where every saint has a past. Continue reading “The Folly of Abstract Morality”

The Doubts of a Nihilist

A person who doubts is not necessarily a nihilist

The other day a close friend suggested that my mind is metamorphosing into a nihilist one. One of my golden brothers is a psychiatrist. I told him about what my friend had said just to see if he could diagnose me of some psychological issues. What he said, well I am not going to repeat it here, definitely sounded like a serious psychological disorder. Now that was something serious because most crackpots don’t really know they are crackpots.

I most definitely know I am a crackpot. So am I really? Continue reading “The Doubts of a Nihilist”

The Curse of Destiny

He knew his destiny when he was alive, and even in his death

There, on the heavenly crossroads, he stood with his head down as his body trembled, tears and sweat dripped from his face like rainfall. The man in the shadow behind his back nudged him and growled, he looked up to the path that winded uphill towards the light and he saw her standing in the pathway. She was beaming with delight, wearing a white cloak and a white headscarf that glowed like first light. Continue reading “The Curse of Destiny”

A Tale of Individualism

A colored umbrella among gray signifies individualism

In a lecture in summer this year, our fine professor, Dr. Amani Moazzam, asked us whether we believe that Pakistan is still a collectivist society. Some said yes, however, there were many who contested this idea. There were strong opinions made across the lecture room in favor of the view that we are increasingly individualistic. The professor suggested that there is a need to study the sociocultural changes in our society that we can only subjectively feel and state as of yet.

I, for one, took the suggestion to heart. And my mind simply hates it when it has to clean up the mess left behind by my heart. Continue reading “A Tale of Individualism”