Category: Pakistan

By the time they’ll reach Islamabad to demand elections, the time for elections would already be there. What will they demand then? Delayed elections?

And if they are still moving for F, then F would be very much eFFing angry because November is half way done. It’s surrender more than November.

What if they are marching for the sake of marching? What else to do? There’s nothing much.

Meanwhile, the brothers Grimm embraced each other in London. Kisses on the cheeks. Typical. Italian’s kinda stuff. For what? For chief? That’s cheap. Apparently, they also have nothing else to do except to decide about the next boy.

With November falling, ideas are falling too. B is on his way to his unnatural exit. The extension – approved by all the puppets together who never were together ever for anything except this extension – proved to be nothing but an embarrassment. For all.

The other B – who never became a chief and never went into extension – proved to be better off. He made pizzas and established a billion dollar empire without even providing any receipts. Clever. Not that clever but clever enough.

Anyway, it’s boring. There’s no more drama at the moment but there’s this suspense about the new boy. Who will be the king? Every Mufasa has a Simba who is destined to become the king of the jungle. We have 6 Simbas. But here lies another problem. This is jungle – yes it is – but there are no lions to rule. Some cunning jackals and that’s all.

You can wait till the end of the month. Mute your screens. Nothing credible or informative there. Just bickering of the same bickerings in a loop. Wait.

Wait for the boy to be selected so he may select the government and the vicious circle of selection may play on repeat forever and ever.

After the ouster, the loudmouth base became anti-establishment. Putting on the seat is fine. Kicking out isn’t.

It’s national hypocrisy but not debating that for now.

Only that the loudmouths are just dumbfucked how the boys can be against their own people.

Ironically, the boys are dumbfucked exactly the same way; like how these dumbfucks got against dumbfucks.

The two sides of the same strings are just curved enough that the mouth is in direct stare with the anus. Without blinking. Yes. Can’t blink.

But that’s not all.

In this war of duffers with idiots, there is another species wandering in between the two to pick some leftovers. That species is not dumbfucked right now. They are just doing what they agitated for 3.5 years in reverse mode. That’s all. No mind. No narrative. No blame to be dumb.

Meanwhile, the mess is being thrown all over the land, through fan of mismanagement. Flood victims remained victims. Their generations will remain victims. No money for them. Meanwhile, boys got an additional Rs.30.8 billion.

Yes. Stay patriotic even if you have to wash your dirty laundry with dirty water.

Missing people, who the loudmouths are talking about these days, are being ignored by those who were talking about them when they were not in power.

It’s simple. Missing people are road to power. And missing the issue of missing people is the road to sustain in power. Like the ex-Minister did.

Now, she talks about raids in her home and unidentifiable identified men not in uniform as potential abductors on CCTV. When she was in power, she was not ready to be blackmailed. She’s so good.

Anyway. This is all so dumbfucking. I can go on and on and on and you may like the way it is going on but that’s not amusing.

Two solutions. One is to lie down in front of the tanks and lay down your lives and live happily ever after in heaven. Because, this land ain’t going to change.

Second is to wait for a Messiah, unlike these compromised ones, to take you out of this mess; and keep waiting because that ain’t gonna happen. So, die waiting and land in heaven and…

Honestly, just wanted to write the first four paragraphs. Not even that. It’s much boring. Waiting for Wednesday to mess things up with you all.

The ultimate tragedy of the incident was the man who died on the spot. Just randomly. His three little kids tried to wake him up for a long time but he was gone.

Gone too far. Never to come back to hug his kids again. Never to come back to walk home again. Never to take his kids out again.

Gone. With a bullet. A bullet of hate in a widely polarized society where religion and politics – together – play a mayhem of blood and bodies. Dead bodies.

A generation is lost. A home is lost. He may not be even a supporter or a hater. He may have been there just to see the political circus. To let his kids enjoy; only to end up dead for the final sorrow.

This world is harsh and ugly. And it’s too random. Kids can lose parents and parents can lose kids just like a ticker scrolling horizontally on your TV screen without you bothering to read it. Missed a ticker? Who cares?

But it’s not a ticker. It’s a home. Gone and missed forever.

That was the only tragedy that we all missed tonight. Like usual. Like another dead body.

It’s like a disease that’s flowing with the blood throughout the body. This disease is the people of this impure land.

Two young engineers went to Machar Colony in Karachi for some work. They were accused of abducting a child. Then people gathered. Mob justice prevailed and both were killed.

With bricks.
With sticks.

This is as much as it takes to get killed.

Mob justice and lynchings have been common here. Two young boys were killed in Sialkot which still evaporates the hope of living in this world. Those two were beaten and then hung upside down on a tree to be tortured easily.

The same was done in a recent incident of blasphemy when a Sri Lankan national was killed because otherwise religion would have died.

The same way, a Christian couple was killed and burnt alive in a brick kiln in Kot Radha Kishan because of an accusation of blasphemy. They were accused of burning the Quran. Those who burnt the couple actually burnt the Quran. No one realized anything.

First, there must be a fear of being taken by a mob. Then, some strange shocks of happenings. Then beatings. Pain. One by one. Inch by inch. Every part of the body. Sticks and stones. Flames. The smell of the body being torn apart. Like a BBQ being prepared in a jungle of wolves.

Maybe they all wished for early death. Maybe they all prayed for death at first strike. Maybe they cursed their lives. Their existence. Or maybe they cursed the mob while begging them to be forgiven.

But curses don’t change fate. Curses don’t make the heavens fall.

This is it. This is life. And this death. The two can meet anywhere, anyday, among a mob, that wants dead bodies to make a point. Like in the Machar Colony yesterday. The point can be anything. Anything absurd.

May the two not rest in peace. They can’t. Rest in pieces. May the curse fall. May this whole universe get fucked once and for all.

Karima Baloch was killed in Canada in 2020. Sajid Hussain was killed in Sweden in 2020. Remember that? Also remember your stance and how you all supported that they were not part of dirty games of assassinations.

They were. Now you know.

Saleem Shehzad was killed in 2011. Mysterious conditions. Was done and dusted for his journalism.

Sabeen Mehmud was silenced in 2015 because there was no other way to shut her.

The list can be a long one. Never-ending. Since the beginning. Because even Fatima Jinnah was silenced and her book was not allowed to be published for decades. And then an edited version was published. After her death. Another mysterious death.

Anyway. Here we are. You may disagree but you must stand with anyone being tortured. You must defend to death the right to say for everyone – even when you disagree.

Arshad Sharif’s murder must be a wakeup call. Must be. Otherwise, we are already bricks in the wall and nothing really matters. Except the narrative and its guards with fragile egos.

The message is clear. Dissent isn’t allowed. Not at all. A thousand disagreements with the way he did his job, but the way he has been murdered is disgusting to the core. This state is dead and it stinks. It will keep on stinking and will suffocate others too.

Rest in peace Arshad Sharif.

Why this hypocrisy against Shahrukh Jatoi? Why are you not happy from the judicial brothel of Pakistan? Why are you complaining against the Pimps that sell justice?

Wait for Zahir Jaffer to be bailed out. Wait for Shahnawaz Amir to get married again. Wait for all the murderers to be released because they all are released somehow.

The state is in business of this murder, collateral damage, qisas and diyat.

The religion has a whole provision to give a safe passage to the murderers with money. I know. You will come up with this and that and blah blah. Let’s suppose we agree on what you come up with. Still, there is that gray area to go ahead with money. You know that too. Wasn’t Shahrukh Jatoi pardoned under Qisas and Diyat Law?

Com’on! It’s legitimate.

And apart from that, this is exactly the system. Kill millions and be remembered by history as a great warrior. A great general. Iron fist.

The constable was standing on the crossroad doing his job. He was killed intentionally by Majeed Achakzai, who was later acquitted by the court.

A whole family was killed by CTD (read “Counter Terrorism Department) in Sahiwal that was on way to attend a marriage. Two kids were left alive to mourn the missed opportunity of death for the rest of their lives in this land of impure.

Ehsanullah Ehsan, the killer of 148 souls in APS School, was also freed – escaped – after having primetime slot on TV screens across the country.

260 workers were burnt down in Baldia and the killers still roam free. In fact, there is no clue of the killers. The judicial brothel made it so complex that even the killers are confused if they had killed anyone.

444 were killed by Rao Anwar and he is as free as ever. He was called by the apex court for months and he didn’t show up. Then he showed up and the Chief Pimp didn’t get angry at all.

Thousands of missing people are being missed and sometimes they popup from unidentified graves, yet no court dares to intervene for human rights.

80,000 were murdered in bomb blasts across the country in over a decade. No one resigned. No one was held responsible. And no one is guilty.

Because they are all in this together. Hundreds can be behind bars on mere suspicion based on evergreen blasphemy law. But kill hundreds and you can roam free. Or hundreds together can kill one in a mob justice and the religion will be safeguarded.

They are in this together. They don’t care about you. Or your children. Who are alive and are yet to be sacrificed for the honor of the land which doesn’t exist.

So? Why this sudden noise of being looted of something you never had in the first place?
Don’t be a sensitive idiot.
You earned this.
You deserve this.
Until you stand up, turn around, and dare to burn the citadel down.

Hundreds of dead bodies have been found on rooftop of Nishtar Hospital in Multan. The video is making rounds. Rightly. Dead don’t make noise. Videos of dead do.

And dead stink. They didn’t? They didn’t stick hard may be! Failed to make an impact on the dead society moving underneath.

Imagine lying there for years like that. Full moons. Sunny days. Beautiful rains. Starry nights. And some hundreds of dead bodies around you. For years and years.

Anyway, the Health Department of Punjab has issued a letter. Congratulations! A typical bureaucratic letter. Let’s dissect it, the way Nishtar dissected the dead bodies.

• “I am directed to refer…”. Typical start to be blameless, even though the letter is by a PMS officer.
• “… decaying dead bodies on the rooftop of Nishtar Hospital, Multan has surfaced causing public outcry.”  Which means we were not going to take a notice otherwise. And they didn’t. Because this is not a new news.  
• “Competent authority has taken a serious notice”. That’s the usual joke. It’s the incompetent authority that had REM during its sleep after public’s noise. Idiots.
• “Carry out an in-depth investigation…”. Asking the MS to do an in-depth investigation. Asking the culprit to begin. Why don’t you guys make a committee under Commissioner and Deputy Commissioner and a couple of other duffers. The committee will be able to present an in-depth by the time the dead bodies are completely decomposed.
• “Within three days…. Urgent.” Imagine. It is urgent. And 3 days. That’s all about the serious notice of the incompetent authority.

Now come to the hierarchy. This is under Minister Yasmin Rashid. The same iron lady from the road, who had health department since 2018 with a little break.

After her majesty, comes the Secretary – the incompetent authority to be precise. The letter, the notice, the urgency, and his future action plan will reveal his incompetency pretty soon but it won’t matter. He will keep on getting promotions because it is not the work that matters but the hand that signing your ACR. Keep that hand filled and busy and ACRs will go excellent.

And then comes the District Administration and other baboos on the field. They are going to cook the dead bodies and eat them after cooking them a little. Just wait and see.

The ugliness in the system is because of the system which is outdated. It was a system of the Colonizers to control the masses. They did. They did well. But then they left.  

This same system of pages and files and “put-up” and “noted” and “approved” and “seen” is rotten. Gradual growth with set qualification and promotion of employees should lead to the top. Or technocracy should take-over. This whole filing system should be online as it will keep a perfect eye on pendency and files won’t vanish suddenly. The existing use of millions of pages on daily basis should end.

These leftovers of the colonizers don’t even know that they are mere jokers and as soon as they leave the room, people laugh at them.

The other day, a CSP lady with superiority complex since induction got a little attention on Twitter. She went to US – not with her money – to brag how her AC Jhelum House – not her house – was bigger than White House with no need of medical insurance or study loans etc. The joke went out of her hand because of being an idiot. Later, she had to defend the low intellect with lower intellect. She had the attention though.

Such minds are going to handle the case of hundreds of dead bodies found on the rooftop. Such minds didn’t know that before as the case is clearly years old. Some of the dead bodies can be seen to be there for more than 2 years.

No one noticed. Until now. Public outcry. Serious notice. In-depth investigation. 3 days. Urgent. Your arse.  

P.S. by the way, such mass dead bodies only make noise in Punjab. Such scenes from Balochistan doesn’t even count. May be its routine there and a scene here. Who knows except those who knows who is sleeping with who?

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…

Swat was not undone. Nothing was undone. Ever. It was kept on snooze. For a better time to come. And it has come. Came. Come. Time.

What did you expect when TTP was called for talks? Beat them. Ceasefire. Talk. Disagreements. Get beaten. Beat them. Ceasefire. Continue the drill soldier! In the name of budget and power forever.

Anyway, the state has been a security state since the beginning. It was for people – to be kidnapped. By the people – to kidnap. So that the state may perish perpetually with collateral damage – you – to fall necessarily when needed.

The idea of a security state was established right at the beginning. Because there was nothing else to begin with. The idea to secure religion. The idea to secure nationalism. The idea to secure patriotism. The idea to secure those who were supposed to secure you.

And the idea to keep you unsecure. And your blood. And your generations to come and fall in line so that those in the line of duty may stay safe. So that market needs never die. Supply and demand may remain intact.

Defense for the defense. Guards guarding the guards who were supposed to guard. Barracks. Check posts. And even then, bomb blasts and kidnappings.

So, Swat was done. Undone. Illusion. The biggest mastermind with blood of 144 escaped right from the guarded guards. The one with 444 murders still roams free. But make a speech of truth and you may go to prison for 2 years. Or more. Or not. With no escape plan or prison break series.

Extension is around the corner. It is in talks already. For the betterment of Swat. And the country. And neighboring countries. And the Ummah. And the whole world. This works even without extension. Because you are in a line to fall with no sense of humor about the whole joke.

This is so vague. This blood. Bombs. Hate. Vague.

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