Saturday, September 3, 2011

It’s a donkey’s life

When I watched the news of angry cricket fans pelting donkeys to protest against the alleged match-fixing by the Pakistani cricketers, with the photos and names of the players pasted on the donkeys’ heads, I just felt sorry for the poor animals. Come on! Why beat or scold the innocent creature when it did not indulge in corruption, match-fixing, floor-crossing or took bribes. We shower donkeys with rotten tomatoes and eggs and sometimes hang shoe necklace from their necks at protests, perhaps because the real culprits are at large and this humble animal is easy to reach. There is no harm in protesting but why are donkeys dragged into it every time? A more common habit among us is to label our friends and kids with names such as ‘donkey’ and ‘gadha’ when we witness some stupidity by them. Again, why blame the donkey? Did it do something stupid or asked that person to be a donkey? I really feel sorry for this innocent and humble animal. Donkeys are complex creatures, capable of many moods. They can be friendly, affectionate, independent, patient and even sad, and there is no questioning their intelligence. A donkey is as smart as any other animal around. Donkeys can be trained and tamed very well, and hardly become too wild to be handled by men. Though they are capable of kicking with both hind legs — what we call “dolatti” in Urdu, this is only when teased and their nerves are tested. A donkey doesn’t demand much attention but carries a lot of burden and can walk for miles. In simple terms, it is very economical to keep one as a beast of burden. Pakistan happens to have one of the largest populations of donkeys, around nine million. This low maintenance creature is used extensively for transport, whether riding or pulling carts. Donkey is mentioned in the Quran at seven places and a Hadith teaches us to recite ‘Astaghfaar’ and seek refuge upon hearing a donkey’s bray as Satan is present. Islam also teaches us to respect the rights of animals too but we seem to forget this and show no kindness to these beasts of burden. Islam also teaches us not to burden an animal beyond its capacity but we all have seen donkey carts full of heaps of goods and the animals being beaten harshly! Donkey carts, though slow, are a pollution-free means of transportation. But those who have a grudge against this poor creature are going to blame it for being slow. I think being slow is not as bad as the hazardous smoke and loud noise of our rickety buses and rickshaws. Cities like Karachi are famous for donkey cart races. Donkey carts, with their single riders guiding them masterfully on the streets of the city and making noise due to the pebble-filled cans attached to them, may be deemed dangerous by some residents. However, they are a unique Karachi feature and demonstrate the vibrancy present in the local communities. These races attract a lot of crowd and much money is made by the winners but the riders walk away with the cash and the donkeys only get grass to munch on. During the recent floods that hit Pakistan, donkeys were among the rescuers! Yes, Mr Donkey to the rescue! Due to vast destruction and inaccessibility of large areas, rescue work and aid was slow in reaching the flooded areas. As people were reaching out to the international community and aid agencies to help, the police guided 30 donkeys strapped with flour, rice, cooking oil and sugar along narrow, muddy tracks and mountain terrain to reach some villages. Looking at the so many good qualities and uses of this harmless creature, I must say that I admire the donkey, but I would like to apologise to it for the mistreatment it receives from us humans.

Laga reh!

August brought many eye-opening events to our nation this year. It all started with heavy floods across Pakistan, then took a turn when President Zardari went for a foreign trip and its related “Accidents”, then the Sialkot brutal act and now the Pakistani cricket team scandal.

It makes a normal citizen like me think about this country. Where will this happenings lead to us? If I just focus on our Cricket team, there was a “good “time when players like Wasim Akram and Javed Miandad came to the ground and game turned its side completely. I agree that Wasim Akram was blamed for “sattay bazi” but it was never proved. Our current Pakistani team is basically involved in other things apart from cricket more. Muhammad Asif is mostly found at Dubai Airport for having heroine in his luggage or later having a never ending dispute with Veena Malik. The 19 year old Muhammad Amir is found talking to girls in the crowd when he is standing at the boundary. The most surprising man in this scandal was Salman Butt.He is the guy who dedicates the victory of Pakistani Cricket team to social reasons like Flood and terrorism victims and now is claimed to be part of this Mazhar Majeed Scandal. It is already shameful for us as a nation that Mazhar Majeed is a Pakistani too .Later we claim that in countries like England and America, we are disgraced.

We have completely lost the element of self respect in us and then we claim that why so many calamities are surrounding us day by day. I had the same question in mind before seeing the Sialkot brutal act. I believe that the nation who has died inside and keeps itself silent on wrong acts can not hide itself from such problems.

Now the flood disaster, I totally agree with Imran Khan’s statement on Pukaar telethon that Why we seek international aid? Why cant 12 crore people support 2 crore people? Countries have labeled us with endless tags of corruption and yet we ask them to help. Our self prestige has died. Our very own “elected” officials and so called people in driving seat will take away all money that nation is providing in the name of those flood victims. The help will never reach them and the new palaces will built outside the country. In the end, the nation will suffer again. I believe that Corruption and dishonesty has become part of every Pakistani. Starting from leader to the general public, we do corruption. If a leader does that in millions, we do that in hundreds depending on the amount we can access to. Our situation is like Shehzad Roy’s song “Laga reh” .Like he says “Naik woh hay jissay mauqa nahi mila”.

Since early years, we have been told Pakistan is passing through important test. It’s a fault in our breeding now that is supposed to change now. For how many more years will we act like this? Why our norms and values have come to zero? Why can’t we live like responsible citizens? Our leaders treat us with this sentence “Inko mut jagao,ye kissi zaroori kaam say so rahe hain” .I hear people saying that Pakistan will face a revolution this time but I doubt our abilities as of now. There is a huge difference between the 1947’s nation and current nation. Will a corrupted and a dishonest nation survive it? This question still remains unanswered.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Crying pen

Hold me,Oh you
Don't move away from me
I like your touch
It makes me ,ME
Months have passed
and i have dried
Waiting for you to touch
after you cried
Let me convey your agony
I feel your pain in my dryness
My dry soul starts to ache
when i see you with a smile fake
You played with my ink
now i am loosing the our link
I want you back
before i dry
Listen to my cries!
Hold me ,Oh you
Once again
and make me your conveyor AGAIN!

Monday, November 9, 2009


Waiting for sun to rise
and then wishing for moon to come.
The day passes
and night departs.
Now i wonder sometimes
We fail to give
we regret to get!
We dont comfort people
we make the life worse!
We all wait
and let others wait too.
We know the pain of waiting
still we make others wait.
Still it is called another color of Love.
Today i solemnly swear
"I fail to understand the colors of love
and the reasons for wait"

Thursday, June 4, 2009

You are special

Running fingers through my hair
I settle down on the bed
Looking around for answer "already known"
Millions of thoughts rush in my mind
leading to one question
"Why are you special?"
You confess your love in the middle of sleep,
You wink at me at odd times,
You compliment me the best in my messy hair,
You read my mind easily,
You make me feel my need in life,
You bring me happiness and pleasure
And you make every moment memorable.
I smile at you
And whisper in your ear
"You are special"

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Hate or Love

In fire,
i singe
It is going to burn me alive
My skin has burnt
My soul is parched
My bones catch this fire
You touched me everywhere
now where should i run away?
Tell me,
the place where you wont barge in.
How am i going to survive?
Shall i do something with this knife?
and just close my eyes.
You completed me in perfect way
and left me in the middle of this way.
Like you always said
"you will have more prints of me
on your soul"
but now these prints
make me moan!
I feel your touch in the middle of night
i feel someone holding me tight.
I want to hate you tonight
so that i can stay out of your sight

P.S:I was impressed by this "When one tears away the veils and shows them naked, people's souls give off such a pungent smell of decay"

Friday, March 27, 2009

Like a river

Just like the first day,
our love again changed.
Like it kept changing its ways.
But through every hurdle
we were together,the same.
We walk beside each other
just like the river banks.
Who stay side by side till the end
but never meet in any bend.
There is going to be love unsaid
and broken hearts
which we could not mend.
We called each other our fate
but now this is what we became!
Still we can hear
still we can feel
still we rule on each other.
But still we hold our love in between
just like this clean water
Because we walk together like a river.