A Dozen vehicles torched, several killed and injured and a metropolis like Karachi was brought to a standstill once again following the murder of a political party member by a party worker of the ruling party – this is only Tuesday’s news.
There is no doubt that Indian cricket team emerged as the better side against Pakistan in Mirpur this week, but Pakistani captain Misbah ul Haq is also to blame for the loss.
If you’re suffering from writer’s block, try writing on Balochistan. Your problem will be solved. So what if Balochistan’s problems remain unresolved even after the publication of your masterpiece! You need not worry about your lack of understanding of the subject, because using your mightier-than-the-sword pen on Balochistan is an accomplishment in its own right.
Recently Iran agreed to export 80,000 barrels crude per day to Pakistan. Pakistan requested a loan of $500 Million from Iran for the pipeline to be built. Iran refused for $500 million but agreed for half the amount – $250 million. This loan of $250 million doesn’t have the interest rate decided or the loan repayment length. The fun does end here. Russia is “pressuring” Pakistan to award a $1.2 Billion Oil Pipeline ‘no-bid’ contract to Gazprom, a Russian firm that has used its economic clout for political gains in Europe.
Pakistan is a nation with an overwhelming population of around 98 percent Muslims. So, it is no surprise that money earned from businesses involving practices that are strictly prohibited in the light of Quran and Islamic Shariah are considered Haram. For example, income from gambling, prostitution, selling of alcoholic beverages, porn and interest are all Haram for a Muslim.
I give only one message. It is the message of the morrow, the message of history. Believe only in the people, work only for their emancipation and equality. The paradise of God lies under the feet of your mother. The paradise of politics lies under the feet of the people. I have quite a few achievements to my credit in the public life of the Sub-continent but, in my memory, the most rewarding achievements have been those which have brought smiles of joy to the weary faces of our miserable masses, achievements which have brought a twinkle to the melancholy eye of a villager – (My dearest daughter: A letter from a death cell – Zulfiqar Ali Bhutto).
For a few days during the month of cusp between 2011 and 2012, in those shallows of packaged punditry called New York Times Op-Ed Section, Pakistan was no longer the country frothing the most foreboding omens for future. That dubious honor was moved, albeit temporarily to the shoulders of Hungary; a landlocked little nation sitting squat in the middle of Europe.
Pity our doomsday prophets who have been predicting the end of things. For them this is likely to be a long year. When predictions fall by the wayside, when fate refuses to march to our tine, and the pillars of the temple expected to fall remain standing, hope turns to dust and time takes on a different dimension.
There comes to mind an old Scandinavian folklore about a “tramp and his stone soup”. Hungry for food and turned down by the people, the tramp produces a ‘magic stone that can make soup’. With wit and theatrics he sets up a boiling pot and places the stone in it. As the people are enticed he assures them that the most delicious soup is on the menu – but it would be ever so more amazing if he could get some salt.