Rats in Floods

Ugly ducklings. Every politician is being a criminal here. Or a traitor. Whatever!

Shaukat Tarin is a new rat. We know that. This rhymed.

IK is playing the politics of jalsas even now. But he makes sure that the ramps are flooded so when he walks, a scene is there for the crowd to cherish and moan. Confused. No donations for floods. Pressurized. Telethon for floods. No trust on government machinery, even though he leads half the machinery. Yet, no. Thieves!

SS in federal is nothing more than a juggler. He knows the fault lines in NDMA but can’t say or do anything. Because NDMA was not much civil a while back. Ironically, nothing is civil. Everything is uniformed. He has all the time for bad decisions. Just messed with the electricity bills and soon he will sign petrol hike.

Then came NS and made a mockery of his own party by getting angry on his own party for the sake of his own party. Flush that!

And then there was a Talpur of PPP who was showering Rs.50 notes on flood victims. Must be feeling giant of himself. A way to heaven, perhaps.

Every scene is nothing short of a mujra here.

The singer was in trouble in Balochistan. Military went right on time. That was one of the best marketing opportunities in floods so far. Cashed nicely. But when the brothers drowned after waiting for hours, nothing mattered. Aleema was rescued but not the unknown poor souls who were floating here and there.

People are like that. Mess your maid. Abuse her all day. Keep on insulting her. Shout. And then give her a good meal at night. Makes you feel “Oh! How good I am. Better than all others. People don’t even give food. Thank God!”

This is the philosophy of illusioned heaven. Like Malik Riaz do. He keeps his langar-khanas open and provide meals to hospitals from all the money he has gathered from sweat and blood of the same hungry souls who are being fed.

Even normal humans – not normal though – are on way to make some bucks. Charities are in movement. Funds will be gathered. Cuts will be taken. After earthquake of 2005, people used to fill trucks for victims, and later-on, luggage was dumped, and cash was distributed. It was all business then. It is all business now. Not all though. Just like not all men…

Everyone is a rat in his/her own capacity.

Every single one, in power and influence, is sniffing like rats. And rats do come out when there’s flood. Or they run and leave when the ship is sinking.

The other day, elders were having a discussion. Everyone had a side to defend and a side to criticize. PMLN did that. PPP did that. PTI did that. This should be done. Blah blah. Ah!

All His Highness said was “No. I don’t believe in charities. And I don’t have money. Lose-Lose. So, firstly, the one who has opened the tap of floods, should close the tap. Secondly, the one who has given the life to victims, should intervene and save. Thirdly, those who are bestowed with power over victims, should come and help. Lastly, how much we can defend? The other day, religion was in danger, and we were supposed to defend the religion too.”

The discussion ended. On a bad note. With a new topic with one victim: His Highness. Never mind. At least they ended up in unity.

Ironically, the only rat left in the room was His Highness.

Bi-ironically, this post was supposed to be of two lines, till it rhymed.

Author: SakiNama

His Highness

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *