Aurat March 2023

Men march. In uniform. Like in a circus. After killing millions, they get medals and monuments. They are praised. They are seen as a symbol of nationhood. And everything around blood and dead bodies.

Women can’t march. Not with their bodies. They haven’t killed in millions; so, no medals. Some naked monuments by famous male artists, but nothing much. Just bodies. Bodies on paintings, magazines, media, advertisements, etc. Hence, when they march for something more than their bodies, they become a symbol of shame and disgust.

Every man has a day. Woman… just dark nights.

Meanwhile men in public. Next to a wall on a road. Any road. With their teeny-weeny in hand. Left hand, mind you. Urinating. And thinking: how women march for vulgarity only to undress and proclaim indecency with their bodies? Why do they all want to dance naked? Even with all this, why don’t I get any?

After they are done urinating their mind, they don’t mind, their own business.

American Murders

After Alex Murdaugh’s sentencing, one thing that comes in mind is that even though human history is full of murders but something isn’t right in America right now.

Here’s an epiphany:

Robbers and thieves murder for food or wealth. They have a reason or motivation, sometimes accidentally; but they do it to gain something or to remove the witness.

Some murder for revenge. A clear motivation.

Some murder to hurt a particular person. Another clear motivation.

And there can be other reasons. All wrong but there is always something behind the ugly action.

But America’s recent history of murders – and mass murders – is insane. Convictions have shown that murderers murder for fun there. Murder to taste blood. Murder for the sake of murder only. No clear motivation. No revenge. Nothing. Just murder. For fun.

Like the recent case of Bryan Christopher Kohberger who stabbed and murdered 4 students.

And some, when they aren’t caught, goes into a habit until they are caught. For example, in a small Muslim community of Albuquerque, New Mexico, a man is killed every once in a while and murderer is yet to be caught as there is no dot to connect between the random murders, except the pattern of murdering.

Maybe it is something like rape when rapists don’t enforce themselves on others for sexual pleasure but to show power.

Remember that serial rapist Marc O’Leary? He did once. Didn’t get caught. So he went into this habit and was only caught accidentally. Sexual pleasure was secondly for him.

School shootings are usual news in the US. Kids are perhaps as much unsafe there as they are in Afghanistan. Other countries wake up from slumber when their schools are targeted and the US is still debating about freedom of guns and bullets.

Anyway. It’s insane. America is giving tough time to Russia and China at global level, but deep down the society at individual level is scary as hell.

As if every murderer there is an American Psycho – who is into murders and executions just for fun or addiction.

It’s debatable. This epiphany. But if something is wrong with a murder anywhere, then something is insanely wrong with murders in America.

Attention!

Herd!

His Highness gets your attention when he calls you an idiot. Or dumb. Or herd.

It’s like Jerry Maguire’s “You had me at stupid”.

The fault definitely isn’t in his stars. It’s the other way round. Around.

It’s nothing personal. It looks like but it isn’t. Just want you to read a couple of small paragraphs. So you may disagree. Or even hate. But you may not be able to ignore.

Woman with Three Children

A poor woman was passing with her three children, laughing and blushing; and you realize it’s not about poverty at all. Not even if some are without shoes.

But other times, you see poverty ridden faces, freckles, hunger, unliveable homes, and medical problems; and you realize it is all about poverty.

There was a big banner of a big landlord contesting in upcoming elections under which the woman with three children was passing. That landlord has everything. Yet, the banner was all about begging for votes. And you realize, poverty is not even in the equation of begging.

And finally, all of a sudden, it’s all about death. The milestone. The full stop. The laughter will die. So will the hunger. And poverty. And begging. And everything.

How important is life? We know that. But death is more important. It’s an end to everything that causes pain. It’s an end to everything that gives vanity. And pride. And the develish desire to keep poor poor. And rich rich. And sick sick.

A laughter is about a joke. A joke that can make you laugh once or twice. Or thrice. Then it dies. A pain isn’t a joke. It never dies. It never tires itself away. But if you look in your past and relive the painful moments, they don’t feel painful anymore. They feel nothing. And sometimes, they feel just like another joke that lived it’s life.

But then there are some perpetual pains. That live forever. Makes you numb. You don’t even need a drug when you nurture your everlasting pains.

That poor woman laughing with her three children, is a woman who lived that moment. Before death. And the landlord shall face a defeat. Will become a defeated face in his society. And he won’t be able to laugh.

And I would stay the same, looking outside my window for faces and feces all at the same time.

Guess who had the last laugh?

Death. For everyone. To everyone.

Rs.25/- per Cigarette

The air His Highness breathes – and common people too – has been heavily taxed. It’s Rs.25 per cigarette for Dunhill smokers now. Rs.500 a pack. This is inhumane.

First it was the burning of fuel. Now, it’s the burning of soul.
Which means, you cannot drive. And you cannot be driven.

And what’s the purpose of driving if you cannot buy a pack of cigarettes? What’s the purpose of breathing?

If people are not going to standup now, trust me they are never going to stand. Ever. Tobacco is one of the most important ingredients of life. It’s not a luxury. It’s a need. Like bread and butter. Just because a certain foolish population doesn’t know about that, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist the way I am SPEAKING.

And Mr. Dar! Wherever you are! Fuck you too!

No Rest in Peace for you, Mr. Musharraf!

You get hired. You get brainwashed. You get commissioned.

Over the years, you become patriotic only to sell patriotism with a gun in hand.

Step by step, you rise on echelons of barbarity until you become the chief of barbarians.

Then you kill. You kill people in hundreds and thousands. Here and there and everywhere. For rupees, as well as for dollars.

You even start killing those who were made by your predecessor. You sell Jihad the other way around. You bring a whole bloody war at home.

Then you rent. You rent the land and the air to kill more. You abduct. You torture. You make mass graves for mutilated dead bodies.

You get land. You get real estate. You get money in all the possible forms for your services against humanity and fellow nationals.

After you are done with blood and have accumulated your share of blood money, you retire.

Then you leave the very country for which you sold patriotism and nationalism for decades.

You never come back to the land of pure again, even when the law calls you to payback. You don’t come back.

And then – like everyone – you die. You die as a billionaire in another country. Not in a drone strike. Not in a mass grave. Not in an unidentified torture cell. You die an elite death for which everyone works.

But you die. Your legacy of violence don’t but you do.

May you meet all those you killed before time.
May you be abducted on the first door up there.
May you be taken in chains.
May you suffer.
May you rot in hell – if hell – for the rest of your existence.

No rest in peace for you Mr. Musharraf!

The Word ‘Idiot’ has a Face

If the word ‘idiot’ had a face, it would have been… wait!

It’s caretaker setup in Punjab but it’s a caretaking setup for PMLN.

The top bureaucracy of the province is PMLN affiliated as evident from the last night’s shuffle. That’s a shame. Not that but ‘affiliated bureaucracy’ is a shame. The primary characteristic of bureaucracy was supposed to be impartial. But that’s a characteristic.

A word based on character. Can’t be affiliated to our bureaucracy. Because affiliation is a must for rent seeking and profits.

Anyway. Punjab is under PMLN. Bureaucratically and administratively. Comprehensively.

If there was one lesson from Jinnah, it was parliamentary politics. Politics of pen and paper. Not agitation and quitting and non-cooperation.

Even when AIML had a decisive defeat in General Elections of India in 1937, Jinnah didn’t quit. He didn’t opt for street politics and useless agitation against Congress. When Congress resigned in 1939 – a blunder – there was nothing left but a fall for the quitters. AIML and Jinnah emerged as victorious in General Elections of India in 1945.

Even before that when Gandhi and Congress decided to support Muslims during Khilafat Movement (1919-24), Jinnah objected to ‘Non-Cooperation’. He wanted electoral and parliamentary politics instead of street agitation. The abrupt ending of that movement proved Jinnah was right.

Quoting Jinnah is easy. Having his badge on the collar is easier. But to learn something from his life practically is somehow a no for all the loudmouths.

So, here we are. Among a huge herd of idiots and duffers.

Quitting National Assembly was a dumb move. Quitting Punjab was a dumber move. Quitting KP was dumbest. All from the one idiot who has a pretty huge dumb following. With no strings of rationality attached.

If the word ‘idiot’ had a face, it would have been Imran Khan.

P.S. It is naïve of you if you are seeing a political cartel – like this current PDM – for the first time.

A few years back, PTI made a similar cartel / alliance to rule. It had PMLQ, MQM, BAP, AML, GDA, and various independents to form a government. They had Judiciary, Intelligence, and Military Establishment on their side as well.

You used to have goosebumps when a notorious businessman used to fly his plane to buy independents for Khan. Now you are in shock. Conveniently.

Today is a repetition of the past. Just because you don’t like the clown in charge now doesn’t mean that it’s the first ever circus in town.

All the moves IK had back then – when he used to win – were because of the military establishment on his side. Remember the Senate Elections? How the majority lost?

He wasn’t smart. He isn’t smart now. He was always an idiot. Back then his ‘nappies’ were changed. Now, he’s being ignored for another kid with nappies. Don’t pretend to be in shock. This is a repetition of a repetition.

Over and out.

Ain’t That Good Opium Anymore

Ishaq Dar gave us a hint of his failure a few days back. He used religion. He remembered God.

It’s typical. People in power do that to stay in power after failures. Imran Khan excelled this and propagated it dangerously.

Khan’s own home was regularized for pennies in Islamabad while the poor were thrown out and their homes were bulldozed from Islamabad to Karachi. But tasbeeh never felt. Quran and Hadith remained his source of inspiration to tell you guys.

This is a way to drug you. This is a way to snatch your home, your food, and sometimes your kids too – to keep you calm.

It’s just like killing 144 students and labeling them ‘martyrs’ to make things holy and spiritual.

It’s just like the army chief visiting the dilapidated homes of dead soldiers – to hug the old parents – and lessoning them about Jihad and Paradise; so that the drugged parents keep on producing more poor soldiers to die in vain in chain.

Reject that.

Don’t respect that b

Because religion has nothing to do with the state. The state will only use it to abuse you. perpetualy.

Don’t snooze anymore.

Cloud Atlas

Hate Modi for mass murder.
Acquit Rao Anwar for the same.

Free Ehsan Ullah Ehsan, the murderer.
Jail Ali Wazir, the victim.

Weep for Palestine.
Supply military for Yemen.

Cry for Kashmir.
Ignore Uighur.

Make Taliban.
Kill Taliban.

Rent yourself to free Afghanistan.
Rent yourself again to capture Afghanistan.

Ban the politicians from live transmissions.
Let the boys deliver political press conferences.

The opponents are ruling.
The rulers are the opponents.
All with the same falling.

No food on the table.
No oil for the vehicles.
No electricity for the poor.
No security for the people.

This land has been through this before. In 1800s when the Raj was imposed. When Bengal was starved to death. When Jalianwala Bagh was massacred. When 1857 was revenged.

But this land never died. Never.

Lads came. One after another. To shout. To starve. And to be hanged. On repeat. One after another.

Bhagat Singh. Azad. Bose. Mangal Pandey. Tilak. Savarkar. Bismil. Rani. Khan. Sukhdev. Udham. Begam Mehal. And more. So many more.

So, here’s the calling of the land again. Not the whole land though. And not the same Raj either. But it’s’s time. When food is robbed and basics are snatched, it’s time. When there is no freedom to think and write, it’s time.

The whole system is upside down with clowns.
And the only way to downside up is;
To burn the citadel down.

P.S. It’s like the movie ‘Cloud Atlas’. Throughout history, people have struggled. Against powers and superpowers. No time in history was without struggle because there was always some power. Weak are meat, and powerful eat. But the struggle never ceased. In all centuries. In all times. From the womb to the tomb.

Insects!

When they are in apparent power, they rejoice arrests of opponents.

When they themselves are opponents, they talk of freedom of speech and civil rights.

Nonetheless, they all got naked within a span of a year. Some months. They all.

Last time they were all united was for Extension of the Chief.

First time they were all united was for 21st Amendment in the Constitution for Military Courts.

They all know who unites them.

They all know who divides them.

They all know who operates them.

They all know who uses them.

They all know who disgraces them.

They all know who flushes them.

And they all know who gags them.

Yet, all these puppets look forward to them. They all.

How pathetic and how miserable they are all?

Now, one is arresting. The other one is protesting.

Just like a year back; arresting one was protesting and protesting one was arresting.

How to take a side among insects?

How to define a principle when there’s nothing to differentiate?