Another morning…. just another morning!
The traffic is normal and Karachi seems to go about its normal pace. People have loads to accomplish and the regular class has more to earn. But in between all this I wonder how much we want to LEARN and TEACH. Not much and not everyone is intent on it.
People come in all different shapes and sizes. So does their brain. Unfortunately when they develop to full content which is very early on in life, most are somehow fully equipped with all that they know and do not want to know more. This is the most baffling view anyone can take on life.
Most articles online focus on re-learning, developing more skills and unlearning, which is alarming and outright amazing, coz lets admit it, it is outright difficult also. But to keep learning might not be as difficult as we ‘want to see it’. We keep ‘not learning’ stuff coz it either is not related to us, not relevant to our jobs, will waste our time or simply has no value. I wonder how algebra or Pythagoras’s theorem has helped anyone but an engineer, yet everyone has learnt it and applied it. I wonder how the atmospheric pressure could be relevant to anyone but a physicist or a astronomer, yet all of us know its importance.
Continuous specialized or non-specialized learning may have very significant impacts on all areas of life, while paying attention to the self only has virtually or practically no positive impact on life-improvement. Nothing has been improved by paying attention to the sole self. If Steve Jobs had not paid attention to the programs he wouldn’t have developed Apple and continued to do so. Had the great writers not paid attention to small details of the people around them they wouldn’t have been able to create great fiction.
Learning improves the self and any roadblocks to learning can be felt strongly if paid attention to. Knowledge frees the mind, but it also gives a perspective. Looking at what can be accomplished by being in the know is almost infinite.
Here we were dancing as a nation to the tune of the Taliban as they blasted some 140 children out of nowhere. Just before the year turned new and just before the world celebrated, Pakistan buried some of the well educated children whose only crime was being related to an Army space.
The media goes berserk and so does the international political space. But the borders of Pakistan aren’t safe and the LOC becomes a line of tension. The American President decides to visit the subcontinent and suddenly the exchange of fire and arms is on the high. Whether this happens as a matter of strategy by both countries or as a planned execution by one, the series of events is alarming to say the least.
The destabilizing fires in Karachi and Lahore, the targeted killing in Peshawar, is just the beginning of the age old game of bring-the-attention-of-the-people-to-daily-chores-and-poverty. Once accomplished the simple man will get busy with the daily life with a new fervor that maynot necessarily be positive in all its manifestations.
As things are again falling back into place we can assume the positivity of people will also fall back into place!
The recent political environment changed to considerable heat and dangerous pokes when details of the elections 2013 in Pakistan were bared open by a member of Election Commission of Pakistan. The to and fro of comments and news conferences, even resignations which do have the potential of being over turned is an exciting game that has started. The people sit glued to their screens listening to people who claim to have experience, are pretty old and seem adamant to leave their seats.
What makes this a matter of concern is that the public of Pakistan loves new conspiracies and new games. Will this open, bare and outspoken statement of a member of the Election Commission of Pakistan strengthen the stand of the people and the Inquilaab/Azaadi March or divert all attention to itself and kill the media hype that the Revolution needs is yet to be seen.
For now the drama is in nascent stage. The ball is in the election commission’s court to prove that they did conduct one of the fairest elections that Pakistan has seen, which is by far not true. But as they say not all five fingers are the same length. Not everyone in the Election Commission of Pakistan is corrupt and shrewd. And that makes the task for a common man even more difficult!
They say music is food for the soul. I say it feeds the thoughts and the imagination… unless that is the same as being the soul of human psyche and causes its wellness or its degradation.
Science has proved a lot in this area. Positive thoughts bring about positive changes in human outlook. Negative thoughts change perception to being totally negative about everything, depression being the worst form.
But people listen to all forms of music… gory depressing music, high metal, soft pop, R&B, reformative music. The mind is affected by each form and so is the thought process during each. Try it. Try thinking about a very beautiful waterfall scenery while listening to high metal. Its not only difficult its weird too.
“Unbreak my heart” will never be happily ever after sort of scenery. Music choices should be changed once in a while to give a fresh start to the human mind. It can be invigorating and free the human imagination too.
Experiencing a little down music once in a while can release pent up negative emotion…. while listening to up music can change mood to positive!
“Some people just don’t give up!” Mujeeb said with desperation, throwing his Iphone on his bed which slid across and fell to the floor.
Krishna looked up from his book and knew what was going on. Both had been room mates long enough for that.
“Why do you keep arguing?” he asked, “Study, that will help you more!” and he threw the Psychology book at Mujeeb. Mujeeb caught it and crossed his arms looking with an angry expression at Krishna.
“Why can’t people just let go? Why can’t they just believe that Pakistan is a sane place and Islam is not the name of a terrorist organization?” blurted Mujeeb keeping the book down.
Krishna got up and walked over to Mujeeb, “Coz they need to gossip man. You are taking away their joys. How about giving people something to talk about!” picking up the book and thrusting it back in Mujeeb’s hands. Krishna waited for Mujeeb to open it.
Exasperated Mujeeb opened it and started reading but his mind was stuck. An hour passed. Krishna kept an eye on Mujeeb all the time knowing full well Mujeeb would snap. And he did.
An hour later…
“I have had it,” he reached for his Iphone, opened Twitter, looked at the distraught Krishna and typed his reply. He then looked up with a victorious smile at Krishna.
“Happy?” asked Krishna
“Yup, very!” a broad smile across Mujeeb’s face.
“What did you type?” asked Krishna.
“Nothing much. I said that may God help you find your peace like He helped me find mine!”Mujeeb smiled again. This time Krishna smiled with him.
Another turmoil in the country…
Another movement, another call for jam packed ‘dharna’….
Personally, this feels good and a bit changeable. I used ‘changeable’ because it feels positive and the call for mobbing (again a very wayward word) seems to be making a positive impact on the majority. Although the imbecile and impotent politicians would like to think it is derailing the so-called hanging-by-the-thin-rope democracy, I feel it is strengthening a bit of it. After all a strong opposition is all that a strong democracy needs…
While people will gather 11th May, many uninvolved parties have already started leveling allegations against the intelligentsia involved. Seems like the harassment has already taken its toll on the weak. The weak has gone for a grievance procedure and is looking for some satisfaction. But the grievance procedure is detailed and long and needs to be preached to a higher authority and most probably is being preached to the major fund-givers of the country. Now isn’t that sweet! But that is not the ‘changeable’ part.
The ‘changeable’ part is the electoral crap that comes every five years with division of the entire Pakistani area among the existing parties. The parties enjoy the fruits which come from the labor of the workers living in each. The feudal ownership of land and then swap it for another portion every democratic term.
Unfortunately this is inbred in successive generations, from father to son/daughter. Breaking a psychological satisfaction of automatic ownership is a breakthrough. Earning instead of inheriting is a better choice, even for the baby born with the a silver spoon. The inheriting class does not want to go from being the inheritors to earners, which is fair. No one wants a life of luxury turned into a life of hardwork :) The other way is pretty easy and imaginable.
But the ‘changeability’ is inevitable in an environment. That is the law of nature. Someone will rise to the occasion or the people will be fed up with the lawlessness. If the inheritor wants to survive in luxury, they have to provide for the people too to make them happy. Minus that and down they are to hardworking! Money is a fickle friend :)
For the past month I have been writing half-baked posts, and leaving them to bake to perfection, but they never came to perfection. So this time its either do or die :)
The International Dance Day was commemorated in Pakistan with some of the brilliant dancers of the region giving breathtaking performances. Some dancers got together for a bigger cause, the country! It is always amazing how each element of the society comes together for the betterment of the society in their own capacity.
The critics, seculars, Islamists, atheits or minorities have always had a stance, free speech. Extreme poverty, decadent lifestyle has never stopped them from having their own respective powers and stances within Pakistan. Ofcourse the rich is born with a tongue and the right to speak, but this right is earned by an impoverished man.
In times of desperation the rich and impoverished need to line up together and of late this has been going down. Whatever the political, social and dire reasons, the liaising of two social strata can be adventurous for both.
Social understanding and ideas for social betterment can come from a refined mind that has a direction. Although it is hard to find such a person on the lower level of social standing, yet the lower level can be honed to come up to expectations and move forward. While we may be light years away from developing a rocket to send into space… some small incidents do lend hope that the glue holding the class structure of the society is still fresh!
Women love in the most strange ways. They love hard. They flirt. They take their time and sometimes they just spend their whole life with a man loving another man. But when she falls in love with a man truly, o she is amazing.
I have met all sorts. But a woman who has loved to the hilt and has not found the same, has always intrigued me. I don’t know why but such a woman has the depth and knows things many will never find. Its like discovering an old book with answers to lifelong questions.
Love for any woman is same. It is deep, connecting and sublime. Some lucky ones find love from the same man but the not so lucky ones are the ones who discover the meaning and worth of love and rejection. People say a man never forgets his first love; attention people, a woman often thinks what life would be like if she would have spent the rest of her life with that one man she fell for. The house, curtains, the color of the walls, the bed covers, she pictures everything. She goes back in time to relive those few moments and twists them in her favor. And then she tries to reason with her ownself. She tries to see the present as it is and suddenly can’t find the past fitting the present. She smiles, shrugs and goes on with life. But in the corners of her mind that episode remains which will play again at some other time. And this goes on. A reel that plays when that particular song or film or that familiar event occurs.
Women love hard, almost always pretty honestly. But when dejected, most of them close all emotional connections to men. Only men who can see through them can even touch their core. Never play with a woman who has love and lost. She knows men a bit too much to let anyone even joke around her!