The Dangerous Pakistani Fallacy

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”

The Doubts of 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”