Pakistan, Youth and its Nation

With due respect, pardons, apologies and sympathies, cretain words with hard tone would decorate this topic. the title over all suggest pleasant rythm but on contrary the stiuation is absurd. Pakistan, for the youth is inversely proprtional in this current situation instead of being proportional through their hardwork, dedication, precious time, and zeal of performing some thing exceptional, but?? Pakistan; a country rich in manpower, blessed with genius skulls, wrapped with minerals and other infinite divine sources but its "youth" endears "rock, pop and jazz", "bollywood and hollywood", "mobile packages", "in the genre of facebook", "in the tweets of twitter", "with the exclamation of Yahoo","sometimes either gossiping through faraz, munni, sheela or zubaida apa" while on the other hand, for sometime in wasting time in luxury of no use.
The youth of Egypt witnessed the dawn of revolution because they used the epithet of Facebook for a positive purpose of "change" where on the other of the mirror, comparison of Pakistani youth with the former brings blurr image of shame and despostion. The purpose of Facebook in Pakistan for youth is listed as:
-photos: so as to impress others with our living standards.
-status updates: to shower the depth of one's knowledge on the public and gain accolades.
-videos- to decorate one's page with attractive lifestyle.
  Entire world especially Europe use Facebook and such replicas of related logos for positive direction where as asian countries for instance in Pakistan, 'Facebook' is a complete code of enjoyment and time wasting machine. Our nation believes in hollow realities such as to achieve something with out the sheer taste of hardwork and dedication. They want to rule the world but through text messaging. The youth of Pakistan envisions revolutions but with headphones on and hip hop rock on. they want to explore Iqbal but only through a like option on Facebook or on certain other cyber networks. They want to invoke the candle of victory but only in the form of candle light dinner with a beloved whereas victory needs preparation.
The dilema of Pakistan is that it is blessed with such youth who may easily haunt a damsel for miles but in case of doing something exceptional for their country is simply a mirage in their limits. They would waste their night hours in false romances, big lies, and false promises but not even a single minute for the welfare of this nation. For pakistanis, cricket is their passion, music their style, text messaging: a source of time pass, headphones with i-pods as luxury, cars as charm and bikes, a passion of wheeling while for them books are like sleeping pills, lectures as universal curse, universities as fashion industries and mosques are for them isolated palaces.
No doubt, this nation is resplendent in every thing but it needs true leadership, shining beacons of guidance, a path full of expectations, a source of dedication and overall; a revolutionary figure.
Pakistanis, a nation full of absurdities, paradoxes and miseries. In the present situation, they believe in three things: cellphones, bomb blast as a part of their life's best memory, and relations (definitions definite). The current scenario displays their attitude a bit naive towards their political mainstream. They are treating their three main party leaders as their mini God and land lords of this country. Their name on bill board appears as: Zardari (passion: corruption), Nawaz (obsession: Abusing and Crocodile tears), Molana(tagged as Diesel-very rare now in Pakistan). The nation on which the founder showered his applauses for being faithful and sincere portrays another three things in which they are beyond the digit One: Hypocrisy, Lies, and Leg pulling. The afore mentioned can be implemented to each straw of the society. The young generation adores three things: Cricket, Fashion and Waste of time. The old ones are counting three things: along awaited miracle of revolution, dreams of theirs in their children, and count their days either reading newspaper or being a great critic from their long experience. Here comes the Girls, they so follow the footsteps of this era and brightens the number Three as through their Dresses, Marriage dreams and Atif, for no reason at all. Fashion and cosmetics are once upon a time now. Politicians of this country are in newspapers everyday with a big of head lines for three things: Corruption, Shouting in the assemblies and Fake promises to fill the printouts of the paper. Our prime minister focuses on three things: Suits, British-cum-Multani English and Entrouage. Well, for our honorable President, I would prefer three things instead of mentioning his: Silence, Prayers (Everyone knows) and Wait. Our women in elite class are busy in their lucky number three: Parties, Gossiping on latest issues, and Famous designers whether European or cursed Asian. In Pakistan, the administration in offices are tuning their flutes with laziness, humbugs and dry paper work which results in nothing.
Now, the question arises, where to find a revolutionary. In papers? In old books? or In our old religious history? If their is ray of hope then it would shine from where? Our young generation is trying to escape from this country. The old one's would hug their death. Women are religiously bound in this so called labeled Islamic republic of Pakistan. Why this country always play the trumphets of its old history written either by poets or partisans of the kings. Why they appears to be in the mirage of their old muslim glory thousand years ago? They endears things which is venomous for both Pakistan and its nation.  If you have the answers then this piece of paper need it. Hoping for the miracle.

Pathos for sale

Her mother noticed. Her arrival was not as refreshing as the case of yesterday, day before yesterday and everyday. She was lost. Her eyes full of grief. Face expressions like a hanging board with an expression “pathos for sale.” She threw her bag like a warrior fully shattered after a defeat. Nothing was there in her life in this life and she sat slowly like a body from which the soul departed slowly. Her mother was observing all around her expressions and physical moves. She came with a cup of hot coffee towards her and placed her hand over her shoulder to ask the reason for all this which she saw. Silence everywhere. Mother’s face worried and silent in fear of any burst whereas she silent due to something on which she was thinking all and all in the passed moments. At last with some sheer force, her mother asked, “silence: why??” with the echo’s of these words, a drop of tear blessed the face of her daughter and she closed her eyes with some questions in her heart.

            “Why the society is not balanced at all? Why people are so cruel? No care, no fear and no shame, why? We are living in a society where there is no honesty, faith in one another, helping souls, care for each other but only materialism, hypocrisy, meanness, and opportunists. We are living our lives like dead souls. No emotions but taking advantage from feelings of others.” Her thoughts were now no her lips and her mother worried for the reason behind it. Battle of thoughts between daughter and mother. One pessimistic for the society and the other, optimistic for her daughter’s safety both physically and spiritually. She further elaborated with her grieved words to her mother in the form of questions that why we are not satisfied at all with what we are blessed. What’s the reason of our dissatisfaction in the things, which are gifted to us by God? Roof, piece of cloth and bread all do we have with its extreme forms still we ask for more in the shades of our greed.

            The coffee is now chilled in the smokes of shattered feelings but still she drank it and her mother was all surprised with open mouth over the act of her daughter. A girl who never touched things, which she never liked. Chilled coffee and stuffs, which she hated in food items. But today she behaved weirdly. Suddenly after much sobbing and tears she promised her mother that she would never repeat all those insane things which she were doing in the past. Her mother asked the reason and she answered, “today I saw an old lady with a piece of two days old bread in her pocket and she was satisfied.” Her mother got relaxed as the answer explained every thing.