The Golfing Gods September 24, 2008
Posted by muddleheaded in People.Tags: Golf, Life, Wealth & Wisdom
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How human beings can be irrational and unruly for their fellow human beings – I realized (once again) when I visited Peshawar last month. I checked in to Peshawar Golf Club early evening and called a couple of friends who live in Peshawar. But they said they would see me later that evening, so I cancelled my plans of unpacking for a while and sat in the chair in the balcony of my room. People or May I call them “gods”, if religion permits me so, were playing golf in the fields in front of me. I just couldn’t help feeling their “godly” presence there. Their attitude made me to think like that. Actually, its not their fault, golf IS very much an elite sports, not meant for ordinary people like me. That’s why I never liked golf but that was my first chance to watch it closely and observe keenly few things other than the technicalities of the game. A few amateurs were standing in a row in the field. Every one of them has two attendants waiting for him; one to give him the new ball and one for holding his extra clubs. It’s not this only. A few attendants were standing at different places in the field as well, just to pick up the balls that the “gods” were throwing there and then to bring those balls again to them so that they can throw them again. I mean three poor souls at the disposal of one guy; for his absurd entertainment? So that he can throw the balls in different directions aimlessly – poor wretches. I don’t like to pity people and I am not a supporter of communism. But hello! This is not fair at all. What big cause is playing golf that three human beings are dedicated for one person? This reminds me of the famous forwarded mail comparing the daily life of two head of states; Pakistan and Iran.
I want nothing but I demand only a little respect for the human lives. Why God has been unfair while dispensing wealth and wisdom among His creatures? Whose fault is this if somebody’s born in a peasant’s house? And why the son of a lord enjoys all which he has never earned? I just don’t get it.
Sporadic Serendipities September 9, 2008
Posted by muddleheaded in People, Personal Experiences.Tags: Depression, Happiness, Instant Messengers, Reconciliation
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Today, unexpectedly too early, I went out to have a walk cum cigarette break right after the aftari. As I was early today so apparently there was no one outside except some occasional crow flapping in the trees beside the street. It was strange for me at least. The place which used to be so crowded and full of life is dull and non-enchanting. There was a family going somewhere and trying to get a taxi. They were too quiet as well when I passed them by. May be the atmosphere affected them as well. Even the wind was not blowing. From the far end of the street was echoing the shrill sound of the Walls Ice-cream songs which seemed like the ballads sung by some cursing sorceress. Trees too seemed weird. All of that was sad in a very strange way. That was enough for my dismay and I cut my walk short – had some quick short puffs and came back home.
I tried to take a nap. While I was on bed two things caught my mind. One; I realized, out of nowhere, that all the girls and guys from Peshawar always use Yahoo as their primary instant messenger; while the most of the rest of Pakistan uses MSN. Our north always stands apart from the rest of the country in many ways – I don’t know why. Two; I realized that it’s been a while I had one of my phases of swinging moods. It took a while to remember; when was the last time I had been a victim of depression. Depression or I must say a lull period because I don’t like to be called depressed. It is certainly not depression. It’s just that I don’t feel like talking to somebody or even doing anything. But one thing is for sure, I am damn explicit in every form of art during that time. A river flows like a river should flow – unguided. But only a barrage can hold it for sometime until it gains enough potential to propel the blades of a hydro-electric plant. I am a river and I need a barrage.
I had already made a last note on today’s post but some events compelled me to write a little more and made the previously last note, the second last note. So here I am, back with the tick tick of the keyboard (I love it). I just came back from a reconciliatory meeting (courtesy of my friend F) with a newly made friend who became un-friended with me, due to stupid circumstances or because of my arrogance, a couple of months back. It went quite well. I know people don’t like to cut a sorry figure in front of anyone but frankly I like to make apologies to people. I like to make them happy. For if they are happy I am happy. And I guess I like to make people sad too. For if they are sad I am sad and I like to be sad. All in all, today – a good day became better for me as the night approached.
The Bottom Ones at the Top September 7, 2008
Posted by muddleheaded in Politics.Tags: Aitazaz Ahsan, Pakistan, Politics, President of Pakistan, Sharif Bhai
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Politics is nothing but manipulation. There is no right or wrong in it. See what’s been happening in Pakistan. First we all voted for the same people who had been the rascals of the past and then we saw a single person dramatically taking over the fate of the country. First, people have been lured and manipulated by politicians in the name of restoration of democracy and the judges. And now as they are assuming their much desired positions, a man from nowhere comes to the scene and takes them to wherever he wants to. In the beginning it was hard to digest for a person like me to believe that politicians are willing to work under a person who was almost a nobody yesterday. But after contemplating much, I and many others have finally concluded that they are all the same. After the death of Muhtarma, they needed an entity. An entity, which can maintain the party integrated. No one was interested in democracy in Pakistan or for that matter Pakistan at all. So they gave the charge single-handedly to Mr. Z. I bow to him though, for he has cried every little scream at the very right time. You name it: from calling Muhtarma Shaheed, changing his son’s name to Bilawal Bhutto Zardari, the infamous restoration of judges, forming the so called coalition with PML(N), ousting my LATE dear president Musharaf, and last but not the least restoring federation by becoming President of Pakistan. Wow! what a brain he’s got. I guess he should be the 2nd person from Pakistan who can be declared the most intelligent person of the century, after Aitazaz Ehsan. By this, I remember Aitazaz is also an effected one, of the various achievements of Mr. Z. Today he stands nowhere but only as a righteous lawyer. And so many “Ah’s” to my dear Sharif Bhai’s. Where do they stand? Even their candidature stands at the will of President of Pakistan. How beautifully they have been maneuvered by Mr. Z. They rightly are SHARIF.
I love you my dearest PRESIDENT. I love you indeed. For atleast there is some one who has harnessed these bloody rascals the way he wanted. And that too without ANY support from Army (refering to Mush era). You are a real politician. You deserve to be at the top. Otherwise I always used to refer to Pakistani Politics as a place where the bottoms are at the top. And I mean top and bottom in every single possible meaning you may think of. I am the witness. ;p
