The Shadow of our own Darkness

On the flip side of the classes, poor people have higher birth rates than upper-middle and elite classes and they are in much larger numbers. Roughly half of the population is poor. That half is producing laborers and slaves for the top two classes.

A kid born here will serve a kid born there. No, let me rephrase it. Ten kids born here will serve one kid born there. Let me rephrase again. Ten kids born in Chungi Amar Sidhu will serve one kid in DHA after two decades.

Don’t empathize. Flip the coin again. These poor people are mentally pathetic. They just keep on producing more and more useless workforce with an idea that a number of children will be able to help them in the future. As selfish as parents of the elite class, but idiotically so.

Parenthood is selfishness – more on this later, but this idea that eight children will be able to bring eight times more in the future is a farce. In this nullah of sperms, some will be wiped out, some become addicts, and the rest will generate another generation of labor force, and the selfish parents will die exactly the same way they lived. Except, they will provide another generation of slaves to the bourgeoisie.

And this will never end. The poor are not only poor but dumb. The rich are dumb too, but they can afford to be dumb. The number of servant kids will keep on multiplying, and the rick kids will have battalions of their own. To be screwed. To be fired. To be deprived. To be rolled over.

Then we have a middle class. Once rising, now falling with the consistent militarized regimes one after another. This middle class produces educated battalions to serve another class. We call it service sector.

That other class is bureaucrats. They don’t have generational wealth in most cases, but they do make wealth by ‘101 ways to screw you’ as the Miss ASP said to the Doctor.

By the way, how ugly are the days for doctors since the new CM arrived? Handcuffed. Dismissed. Ridiculed. Deduction in salaries. More work hours. All that shit.

Recently, Punjab has passed a law that no more employees will be regularized. So, no more pensions. Gradually, the entire workforce will be of contract employees on lump-sum pays. This does not apply to bureaucrats (CSPs and PMSs). They’ll be regular and will keep on firing people on moods, mood-swings, and whims.

Now imagine a real case scenario. A female bureaucrat from a strong bureaucratic family with CM’s hand on her shoulder abusing her employees with words like ‘haramzaday’ and ‘kuttay kay bachay’ while shouting in their face. Imagine one of the employees getting a heart attack (himself a PMS officer – but PMS officers core duty is to swallow the spit of their CSP officers).

You know why she’s being able to do all that? Because she can terminate employees as the majority of the employees are not regular and will never be regular. And she does. On daily basis. They are destined to suffer.

Some will collapse. Just like the student of University of Lahore. But some of them cannot even think to collapse. They have mouths to feed. Folks and children at home. Rent and bills to be paid. So, okay. Being haramzada is fine.

These contract employees – engineers, data analysts, business graduates, economists, etc. – are not poor but the system is dragging them down. This is exactly the squeezed middle class. Serving the rich. They were born two or three decades ago to serve the ones born in GOR houses.

The world is cruel. But do you know who is the cruelest? Yes, that one. Followed by the parents – until we become the one and the dumb one. Because the cycle must continue.

Until we die and reach that promised stage of Sidrah-tul-Muntaha only to find that there’s another trial awaiting us to drag our wounded souls to eternal hell. Because there was no tree. And there was no promise. Only an illusion that smiled back at you in the dark park surrounded by the stars of the universe. To give you a message. That you, after all, were a jerk.

All lies. All promises. All blame on you. And you must suffer. Forever and ever.

Author: SakiNama

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