Don’t feel like bleeding. Yet, you feel like sniffing blood.
First, it is about the mood. Or feelings. Or pain. Or empathy. Or sympathy. Or something else; beyond description which you need to get rid of; when you feel like penning it all down. Not on all topics. It is not journalism here but random numbness of things that matter and things that don’t. Just random. Like birth, life, death and everything around us including us.
Let’s start with women.
Ladies first. First in murder, misery, rape, molestation and injustice. Sara Inam was easily murdered. Because Noor Mukadam was easily murdered. Sara Inam suffered because Zahir Jaffar didn’t suffer. Zahir Jaffar lived and so shall Shahnawaz Amir. The whole system is connected. From the birth of a woman to her brutal death.
It’s not just here. Iran has similar rubbish, but the death of one woman shook the country. Unlike us, they drove to roads and danced under naked stars to make a point. The point is freedom. Freedom for women. To choose and not to choose. To not choose and to choose.
Now come to the Transgender Bill. Well, if you would have spoken on your Electricity Bill for justice, your lives would have been a little better. But no. You thought the bill is anti-religion, and you came out to defend it. I get that religion is weak, and it needs guards all the time. But who will guard the violent guards?
The bill is fine. It does not change your gender from male to female or vice versa. It gives you a new gender ‘X’. And no, you cannot marry a person of same gender through this bill. This bill is not a way to homosexuality. Do you even need a bill or a law to engage in homosexuality? Do you think the madrassahs hide behind any bill for homosexuality and child abuse? Are you really that stupid? That’s a rhetorical question.
The hub of homosexuality are madrassahs. Abolish this first, and then come back to me – with respect – and we shall have a talk about transgenders in detail. We shall become X-Men.
On to bullet proof vehicles for boys. Well, you just get to know these things now. The parallel system always worked this way. Elite vehicles without taxes always come through Balochistan to serve in the military. For the military. There is a complete parallel world that lives in this country… with or without notifications.
With all these bullet proof elite vehicles and DHAs and everything else, the main mission of the military went wrong. Rogue. They made IK. Just like Nawaz and others. They branded him with populism and religion. They made him big, but the dummy was equally idiotic to fall. Like the other dummies. But now, the mission has gone rogue. The dummy has adopted the sad strategy so well that the makers are in hiding. And shame.
Apart from everything, you must give credit to IK for taking the bull by the horns. Though he is trying to get the bull by the heart again and again, but still.
By the way, there was nothing wrong with IK in GCU. If Bajwa in LUMS was fine, so was this. The debate can be that IK should have gone for an interactive session instead of a ‘jalsa’ – with better words to utter, otherwise it was fine.
On the other side of Punjab and Pindi is a city called Islamabad. The capital. Not the capital. A city of other idiots who don’t even matter a lot of the times. Yet they are trying to call the shots. Desperately beaten by friends and foes and economy. Exported Miftah to import Dar – who is one of the reasons that Pakistan is in the cradle of IMF. Again. Long debate.
Audio leaks are amusing. Nothing surprising. We all know these planted pawns are there for vested interests. First, SS got exposed for family business and then IK’s narrative of foreign conspiracy went down the drain.
Who is leaking the audios? It’s a rhetorical question. Obviously, the one who never got leaked is the leaker. This is how good our leakers are. They may not know other things, but they do know who is whispering what to whom in which manner to keep the boys high.
Apart from the play on stage and behind the curtains, your contribution is nothing more than a viewer who is watching the shit show with the hope of a happy ending. Well, there’s no happy ending. Not here in the theater at least. Maybe at the parlor around the corner! Anyway, that is a secured area. Guarded. You cannot Pass Go. You can only Go to Jail.
We are back to square one. It is here. Let’s start with women again. Ladies first…
