We are three days away from the elections that will eventually decide this country’s fate. This is history in the making. The thought of existing through history excites me. I know, chances of making any significant contributions to history are very slim, but at least I can try? At least I can exist and witness?
However it is other matters that have prompted this “rant” (and I flatter myself by calling this intellectual). I had a conversation the other day with a friend. I was telling her how people from my family wanted me to pursue medicine instead of sociology; and that they thought sociology was for people who “passed matric in the third division”. I had counter-argued that if we left this country to be run by such people, we wouldn’t have the right to complain when the Prime Minister was arrested and barred from politics. I mean, how did a man like that get to the seat in the first place? Fine; one exception, you could say. Wrong. Remember that time when Mr. 10% became president? He was called that because no matter what he did, he always had a minimum of 10% profit or something. He was named for his corruption and he became the president.
If you’re not Pakistani, you really cannot understand the system this country runs on. There is corruption and ignorance in every crack, hole, you name it. People think we need a savior; someone from the Glorious West to come and deliver us from the hands of these oppressors, but they couldn’t be more wrong. You see, even Sir Syed Ahmad Khan, an eminent leader in the struggle of Pakistan, said all those years ago: if you think a situation like that will ever arise, then that will be suppressing the system and all its evils as opposed to liberating it. The only way out of a situation like this is to beat the system by becoming part of it; changing from within.
However, coming back to the conversation I had! After I had conveyed all this to her, she asked if I wanted to go into politics. I said I may or may not. She replied with how boring politics was and tried to somehow imply that it was unimportant.
This annoyed me. I told her that maybe yes, it WAS for people who lived in Instagram bubbles instead of the real world and that we couldn’t possibly live without politics! Her answer amazed me. She said, “Do you know what annoys me? People who post their two–year-old pictures from tumblr on Instagram and call it ‘aesthetic’.”
The passion with which that first question was asked made me feel as if something out of the bubble was to be said. But I realized, I’m just arguing with the wrong person. In the wrong generation. You see, this nation cannot even think for themselves. People either blindly side by one political party or just disconnect and do not care of whatever becomes of this place.
It annoys me because this country needs progress. From everyone. A collective effort. And the people are least bothered. I’m sorry, I realize you might think I’m being too hard and that politics is not everyone’s cup of tea, but every person should have at least basic knowledge of what is happening in their country! There is no excuse to being ignorant in times that move so fast and are not afraid to leave anyone behind.
And instead, what do we do? Push the kids into becoming doctors and engineers, to become the labour that builds other nations? There are certain promises I’ve been hearing ever since I was a kid; that Kashmir would become a part of Pakistan, that the rupee would become superior or equal to the dollar, that Pakistan would become the next “super power”. Not only is there no way the situation is even close to all that, it is ridiculous. In fact, a few days ago the exchange rate for the dollar increased to 128 rupees. What does that mean? Inflation, IMF, hard times ahead to name a few. The national debt increased by 570 billion rupees. Exciting news, eh? And I don’t even see anyone talk about it.
Where is this going? And by that I mean this post and this country. I guess I better stick to writing fictional pieces.