I was anti-Musharraf. I am anti-dictatorship. Down to the bone marrow, I detest the idea of a military coup. But, even in being so, do I hate the person, the institute or the idea of military subversion of civilian authority? I am an ordinary civilian too down below Pervez Musharraf in the social hierarchy. I operate alone. I am a small time, insignificant, blogger who nobody gives a damn about, and who happens to have a tiny mind that gibbers. I have no guns to protect me, no army and no private security detail to shield me. I also obviously don’t own any penthouses abroad to enjoy a luxurious self-exile. In fact, in my insignificant salary, I am barely making the both ends meet. Continue reading “The Dangerous Pakistani Fallacy”
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”
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”
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”
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 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”
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”
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 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”
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”