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QUOTE by Muhammed Ali


If the entire history of mankind were condensed into a single year, our knowledge of how to destroy life on earth with weapons of mass destruction has been acquired in the last thirty seconds. Never again will we lack the knowledge to eliminate the world in a single act of madness. Therefore, we are faced with a dilemma unique in our history. We must not only control the weapons that can kill us, we must bridge the great disparities of wealth and opportunity among the peoples of the world, the vast majority of whom live in poverty without hope, opportunity or choices in life. These conditions are a breeding ground for division that can cause a desperate people to resort to nuclear weapons as a last resort. Our only hope lies in the power of our love, generosity, tolerance and understanding and our commitment to making the world a better place for all of Allah’s children.
— Muhammad Ali

RAIN OF LOVE


MY CITY DROWNS IN BLOOD


Published in the Aye Karachi Magazine, May 2011.

Written to mourn the nameless individuals gunned down in Karachi in the name of  ‘target killings’…

When in 2010

I saw now and then
Innocent beings killed
With liters of blood spilled
As the city drowned in flood
From the target killed’s blood
As the poor and nameless
Became targets of the shameless
And as I stood childishly sobbing
With pain so agonizing, so throbbing
For it put Humanity to shame
I gave that year a name
‘The Bloody year’

And now in 2011

I look up to Heaven
I beg and pray
That killers stay away
But my prayers go unheard
As the killers stay undeterred
The leaders stay unstirred
Peace remains blurred
The killings go on unabated
Gosh, they could have waited
For some days to pass
Before corpses they amass
But no, they have no patience
In blood is drowned their conscience
As the days pass more
Who knows what’s in store
And I shiver with dread
For the months that lay ahead.
I wonder what name will I give to this year?

Ilmana Fasih

14 Jan 2011

THE STORY OF QAUMI TARANA.


About three months after the demise of Quaid-e Azam, the need for a National Anthem started to be felt. In December 1948, a National Anthem Committee(NAC) was formed which was chaired by a bueaurocrat Sheikh Mohammed Ikram. It had included some politicians but prominently there were three members—Ahmed Ghulamali Chagla, Hafeez Jallundhari and Abdur Rab Nishtar. The committee never reached on any consensus until early 1950s.

(What makes me scratch my head is that if we presume for a minute that Azad’s anthem wasn’t the correct claim, why then did it not occur to Quaid e Azam to ask for a National Anthem in his lifetime. Why did it have to be left to the ‘visionaries’ only after his demise, to form a National Anthem Committee. Or probably I scratch my scalp because I itch for no valid reason).

In 1950, to be exact on March 1, the Shah of Iran was to visit Pakistan— and a panic rushed along the corridors of the government to come up with ‘some’ music to be played on his arrival. The NAC was asked to ‘urgently’ come up with an anthem in a few days. It wasn’t entirely unjustified as they had been sitting and bickering on the committee for over 15 months with no concrete results likely even in the foreseeable future.

The chairman of the Committee then, Fazlur Rehman, the Federal Minister of Education acted very ‘democratically’ and sent invitations to numerous poets and musicians for their entries. Several entries did come in, but the NAC members found them all ‘unsuitable’.

Then true to the spirit of “necessity being the mother of invention”, the NAC agreed on a piece of composition by Chagla as suitable and presented it for formal approval. Hence Chagla assisted by the Pakistan Navy Band gave his written music notes a sound. Even till then there was only a ‘tune’ and the ‘words ‘were missing.

The music, much to the relief of the government, was played on the arrival of Shah Of Iran.
(Clever of them. As if the Iranian Monarch would have understood the lyrics in Urdu anyways. I probably would have done the same in their place!).

Again the same instrumental national anthem was played for Prime Minister Liaqat Ali Khan when he paid a state visit to the United States in May 1950, apparently after being persuaded to snap ties with the Soviet Union and set the course of Pakistan’s foreign policy towards closer ties with the West. (But that’s besides the point at the moment. I shouldn’t be talking of irrelevant issues here, right? )

Of course when Iranians didn’t get the missing lyrics how would Americans—so they too were presented just the instrumental anthem. The Musical Composition took a deep sigh of relief when in August 1950 it became the legitimate “composition’ of Pakistan National Anthem after being officially approved.

But the music composition had to live with the ‘single status’ without it’s beloved lyrics until 1954 when the lyrics by Hafeez Jallundhury and the music by Ahmed Ghulamali Chagla were finally wedded together to live happily ever after…

The National Anthem which we know now as “Pak Sar Zameen Shadbaad” was first officially played on Radio Pakistan on 13 August 1954, almost seven years after the birth of Pakistan. Official approval was announced by the Ministry of Information and Broadcasting on August 16, 1954.

Tragically the composer Chagla had, however, died in 1953, before the new national anthem was officially adopted. He did not live long enough to see who his baby ‘music composition’ chose as it’s beloved ‘lyrics’.

In 1955, a chorus of 15 singers from Pakistan under the lead of Ahmed Rushdi recorded the National Anthem, to be officially played for Pakistan.

Indeed, all’s well that ends well.

Ilmana Fasih
16 October 2009.

A 21ST CENTURY MARRAIGE OF TECHNOLOGY AND HUMAN ENDEAVOUR


Alas!

The day arrives when the world awaits the most pleasant news of my lifetime. Despite the delay in 3 hours from the schedule the actual rescue begins at 11 pm instead of 8 pm on 12 October, 2010. It had been 68 days since the Chilean miners were trapped 700 mts below the ground in the copper and gold mine.

The saga had started on 5 August when the roof of the mine had collapsed. No contact with the miners was there and it was just a wild guess if they were alive, until Aug 22 , when it was discovered that they were indeed alive and surviving on a tiny ration of milk, eating two spoonful of tuna and a biscuit each, 48 hourly, for the previous 17 days.

The task to drill shaft into the rocky earth’s crust was a huge challenge and in two days a hole of the diameter of a grapefruit was made to get in touch with these brave bunch of 33. In the mean time they were supplied with food , other necessities and contact with their loved ones through letters and camera through this narrow tube.

Next was the gigantic task to drill a larger diameter 700 metre long tunnel to make the rescue possible. It was estimated that the rescue tunnel would take upto the end of December, for these men to emerge from the mine. A mere idea had made me shiver not only two months ago but every time I followed it up on net or through TV news.Many of their loved ones chose to camp on the surface right above the mine until their men were rescued.

The red, white and blue capsule called Phoenix which was a metallic cage developed in assistance with NASA, was tested twice with no one inside, as it faced a twisty uncertain ride. On its journey from the bowel of the earth to the surface, the capsule had to twist up to a dozen times through the curves of 28 inches (78 cm). Video inspections showed the shaft’s lower walls to be firm, smooth rock, eliminating the need to line them, which would have taken days and risked blockages.

Before anyone was brought up, a rescuer was lowered down. He entered the capsule to the applause from rescue workers. President Pinera wishesd him luck.

This was the start of the rescue proper. The capsule was loaded with oxygen tanks. As the capsule hits the floor of the mine and the cage opened (the world witnessed this through the cameras ). It was estimated, it will take about an hour per miner and about 36 hours to bring them all up. And instead of the predicted two days it took them merely 22 hours to come up..And instead of the predicted 4 months it took them just over two months to see the sun light, feel the fresh breeze and the embrace of their waiting loved ones after 10 weeks of this heroic ordeal .

Once the Hugs were over, the newly arrived rescuer started instructing the miners on what to do.
A very well designed, well rehearsed rescue plan was set up. The men were classified as three groups—the able, the weak and the strong. The order of rescue was already decided and conveyed to the miners. They were rescued in that order with perfect disciplie and order down below. The first group of healthy able men were lifted to test the rescue plan.

This was followed by the weakest. The strongest who had to wait for almost a day to hit the surface.
With each rescue my pulse wained and waxed. It had to go unfailed till the very end. And to the very determination of the world, it indeed went unfaltered right through to the very end.

The first decision taken was to decide who would be the last to be evacuated. And Luis Urzua,was that man. A shift foreman, he had become a hero for commanding the team on miners down below. He was the brain behind having the miners able to survive the first 17 uncertain days of the miners when the world above had no contact with them. It is told that he managed a sense of order and purpose underground. He had volunteered to be the last to be rescued.

“We had to be strong, all the workers in the mine fulfilled their roles, as journalists, as spokesmen, and we worked hard for our own rescue,” said Urzua, when asked how he managed to keep the 33 men organised.

Florencio Ávalos, 31, was the first miner to arrive up in the rescue capsule. His brother and a brother in law too were with him down below. Florencio had been acting as cameraman and second-in-command to shift leader Luis Urzúa. Florencio Avalos entered the capsule under the camera’s eye and reached the surface in the longest 20 minutes of my life. And the f irst miner came out. So strong and confident, as if nothing had happened. Man of steel nerves. He had co-led the shift of the miners along with Urzua for 68 days, fully composed.

The next turn to go down was a paramedic and as he exit the second miner got in. A union activist he used his video commentaries to criticise the owners of the mine. His wife described her husband as a born leader. “He’s a braveheart. He is never ashamed to say anything to anyone… He never trusted this mine.”

And then the third, a 52-year-old former soldier who liked mending cars. His brother said he had a strong character formed by his time in the military. He was credited with maintaining discipline in the mine.
The fourth to arrive was a Bolivian, the only non-Chilean in the group. He had only been working at the mine for four days when the accident happened. There was some thought of making the Bolivian the first to go up. But he was bumped back for political reasons.

“We can’t put him first because then the Bolivians will think we are using him, as a test of the system”
Chile and Bolivia have witnessed a long animosity,( much more than the Indo-Pak love hate relationship) which goes back all the way to the war of the Pacific in the late 19th century. There are hopes that this ordeal may finally be the reason to forget this rift for all times to come.

Someone had tweeted during his rescue:  ”We are waiting for you brother Carlos Mamani. You are now a Chilean.

Next to him, the fifth was the youngest of the lot.-an 18 year old who worked as an environmental assistant.
Those following these, fit and healthy were the weakest —one being a diabetic, another with pneumonia.
Then one after the other came out the miners, it soon became a pleasant routine and I lost count.

However, it was still not monotonous . Each ascent had its own charm and thrill. Each time the capsule Phoenix ascended on to the Earth’s surface, it’s cargo was saluted by a siren and an applause from the onlookers whether on the location or sitting thousands of miles across oceans watching through their televisions.

Finally after a 22 hour long minute to minute trail, came the moment when the last miner was ascending to the surface. The first couple wiped their tears of joy as the scale showed it neared the zero meter depth. Cheers grew louder and there was ecstasy in the aroma. Each eye twinkled.

A hero was ascending to his pinnacle of glory. Luis Alberto Urzua was hoisted to safety in a joyous climax to a flawless rescue that captivated the world.He was wrapped in the Chile flag the way a newly born baby is wrapped in a ‘receiving cloth’.
“We have done what the entire world was waiting for,” Mr Urzua told President Pinera as he walked out fit and fine from the cage, “The 70 days that we fought so hard were not in vain. We had strength, we had spirit, we wanted to fight, we wanted to fight for our families, and that was the greatest thing.”

He was hugged tight by the President exactly the way a mother holds affectionately her newborn baby.
The president told him: “You are not the same and the country is not the same after this. You were an inspiration. Go hug your wife and your daughter.”

Some of the heroes waved Chilean flags, some waved their hands, some dropped to their knees in front of God, one chanted for Chile and then all of them embraced their loved ones, who anxiously waited for their first glance.

Each brave man wore fresh green shirt with a Chilean flag, each one looked so radiant, handsome, clean shaven, well dressed, in dark sun glasses and so macho. Seemed as if they had a saloon down below. The dignity with which they were brought up is unprecedented.

It reminds me of a beautiful quote by Marcus Aurelius Antoninus:
Remember this-that there is a proper dignity and proportion to be observed in the performance of every act of life.

Indeed the will to uphold dignity of every mankind irrespective of his altitude, is an ideal worth striving for and worth dying for.

President Piniera like a true leader stood outside the hole, all day and night, embracing each one of the hero with a tight and warm embrace. He remarked ,”We had promised to look until we found them. We can feel proud to be Chilean.”

The president and his wife personally oversaw the rescue of the miners. He claimed the Chilean government sought the best technology when the tragedy first occurred. Time and again he kept on praising the faith and bravery of the miners.

He said it is the marriage of the best technology and human endeavour , that had made “this miracle possible” and that ”will not be the same people they were before the accident”, and was sure the people of Chile were the same.

The country has learnt from the challenges, he said. The speech became more wide-ranging, as clad in a red jacket with his white hard hat set in front of him, and his wife stood beside him – said he hoped Chile will “move mountains”, becoming the first South American country to defeat poverty.

The president said he wanted to thank God for being with the men all through the last 68 days.
On being asked by a journalist about the cost of its’ operation he retorts, “It doesn’t matter how much it cost. It was worth the expenditure.” When on insistence of the journalist’s lead question: Millions? He said, ”Many many millions” with a streak of simplicity on his face.

Along with the family members, and the the first couple stood the 1,500 journalists from 39 nations to capture this unprecedented act enabling it to glare on each and every TV screen across the globe.

No-one in recorded history has survived as long trapped underground. This becomes an epic for all times to come which compelled a tiny me to transfix my eyes on to the TV screen for 22 hours, without a blink.

My brother sends a comment on my FB status on the rescue:  Miracle is some thing which happens when it is not expected and when people have given up hope.The Chilean story is a story of hope, endurance, courage and dignity. This reminds me of my junior school motto – “In all things be Men”.

They were the most contented 22 hours of my life. Chile is transformed in many ways- from a Chile of Pinochet to a Chile of Piniera, Urzua and the 32 brave men.

My world has changed too, in one more sense—in the sense that a middle aged woman like me has fallen instantly in love with a macho called CHILE.

Oh I love you Chile…
13 October 2010

IN PURSUIT FOR HAPPINESS


Ever since I flipped the page of the new 2011 calendar and hung it beside my study I have been aspiring to tick a day when I will get to hear more of positive news than the negative ones. It hasn’t yet happened in the past 11 days or so. Good news from our part of the world has almost become a rare entity and one always dreads as to what new drama will the coming day unfold.

It makes me wonder, as we are well into the second decade of twenty first century, reached the moon, invaded the space, climbed the Mt Everest, peeped inside an atom, now gearing to reach Mars and further, but we haven’t reached into the core of our own hearts to gain happiness and contentment.

Nations measure prosperity by their GDP which represents countrys income and its economic progress but terribly falls short of capturing other measures needed for prosperity like health,( both mental and physical), personal freedom and security.
I talk to friends and relatives of all kinds—successful, average and not so successful.

Talking to a friend who and her husband are currently laid off—It is valid, of course for them, to staple happiness together with their jobs and hence economic well being. But when I talk to a cousin, who’s husband is in an extremely coveted post and with a fat pay package—she talks of her disgust at the ‘nauseating gap between the rich and the poor’ and that she does not even cherish her own prosperity seeing so much miseries around.In fact she lives in guilt despite doing a lot of charity too.

Talking to relatives back home and they are unhappy for the prevailing socio-politico-economic conditions , but then someone else in US with a settled life talks of the bills, the mortgage payments, the stress at job and the mechanical life which keeps them away from happiness.

You talk to a mediocre student and he is worried about his prospects of making it to a University due to immense competition. Talk to a brilliant student and she harps about the pressure she has to take of being in a world ranking program. It is really a disturbing statistics that a large chunk of university students and people from the general public are on antidepressants in some parts of the developed world.

I look at my own life and compare it to the days when I began my life with my husband with just two suitcases as my possessions and now they have multiplied to many many many more ‘suitcases’ but do these ‘suitcases’ add to my emotional well being? Do I feel any better because of this material gain?. Whatever satisfies me is not my material possessions but my contribution as a health and community worker or as a wife, a mother or even a friend.

Money , of course, is important to lead a comfortable life but only certain amount of money can give you happiness. Anything beyond the threshold does not add to happiness or prosperity but more to greed, discontentment, desire for more, fear of losing it and even guilt at times.
Why is it that the people of the likes of Bill Gates vow to spend a major chunk of their wealth on charity? Is it that he doesn’t
love money or does not need it? Of course not.( Who doesn’t love it!). If he hadn’t loved money he wouldn’t have strived to reach at the top of the Forbes Richest Men list and stayed there for years together. It simply proves that after a certain threshold of economic prosperity money ceases to matter as a source of happiness and contentment. But one has to live the experience to realise how it feels. In general wealthier people are less happy than the less wealthy counterparts, but it takes an awful lot of income to buy happiness that companionship and community provide for free.

We as individuals may very well resolve it by associating prosperity and happiness to family values, interpersonal relationships or even intrapersonal relationship—coming to be one’s own friend.
But the real task lies in incorporating this concept of happiness and contentment when it comes to economies or nations as a whole.
Fortunately enough some economists and a tiny nation have started to associate that ‘true’ prosperity ( which includes happiness) does not limit to only economic prosperity. But still the concept is in its trial stage and infancy.

A tiny nation of BHUTAN in our region through its ex-King Jigmey Singye Wangchuk,proposed an approach to have the idea of GROSS NATIONAL HAPPINESS along with the Gross National Produce (GNP). Bhutan may be a tiny country land locked between two giants India and China, with a rugged Himalayan terrain and harsh alpine climate, but it’s visionary king has made some great strides towards the issue of making his people happy.

A 55 year old man now, educated in UK and US, he ruled Bhutan from 1972 until his abdication in 2006 to his son. He is credited with many modern political and social reforms in the country.

In 1972 he introduced the concept of GNH .The concept of gross national happiness (GNH) was developed in an attempt to define an indicator that measures quality of life or social progress in more holistic and psychological terms than Gross Domestic Product (GDP). The philosophy, which is underlined by four pillars, namely
-equitable socio-economic development;
-conservation of environment;
-preservation of culture;
-promotion of good governance,

The GNH theory seeks to pursue the broader forms of well-being beyond material things. There was no exact quantitative definition of GNH proposed.
The King proved that his actions were louder than the words by:
-transformed Bhutan from a absolute monarchy to a constitutional monarchy.
– stunned the nation by declaring general elections in 2008.
-transferring most of his administrative powers to the Council of Cabinet Ministers and allowing for impeachment of the King by a two-thirds majority of the National Assembly
-on 14 December 2006, he announced that he would be abdicating immediately. This was followed with the first national parliamentary elections. Judicial power is vested in the court of Bhutan. The Chief Justice is the administrative head of the Judiciary. National Election and Anti-Corruption Commissions were also set up in 2006.

Many people term the king orthodox simply because he does not cherish material gains as the source of happiness. So orthodox is he that even to this day, traffic lights do not exist in the country, and by law everyone must wear traditional 14th century clothing. But in 1999, the King lifted a ban on television and the Internet. In his speech, the King said that television was a critical step to the modernisation of Bhutan as well as a major contributor to the country’s Gross National Happiness, but warned that the “misuse” of television could erode traditional Bhutanese values.

Despite being termed orthodox, his country has seen great progress over the past decade. The country has shown a growth rate of 6.5%, annually upto the available stats of 2008, the life expectancy at birth has risen from 48 years in 1984 to 66 years in 1994. And in just one decade from 1990 to 2000, gross enrollment rate at the primary level has jumped from 55% to 72%.

It simply does not mean that ALL IS WELL in Bhutan. They still have to overcome the poverty which grips a third of the nation.
Although being a tiny nation it sets an example for our leadersand teaches a great amny lessonsabout SELFLESS RULE and GENUINE CONCERN for it’s people.

As economic development on the planet pushes the limits of ecosystems to their brink, it calls into question the ability of the planet to sustain further, this civilization. Hence the talk of moving “Beyond GDP” in order to measure progress not as the mere increase in commercial transactions, nor as an increase in specifically economic well-being, but as an increase in general well-being as people themselves subjectively report it.

Inspired by the concept of GNH from the King Wangchuk of Bhutan, a second-generation GNH concept, treating happiness as a socioeconomic development metric, was proposed in 2006 by Med Jones, the President of International Institute of Management. The metric measures socioeconomic development by tracking 7 development area including the nation’s mental and emotional health.
GNH value is proposed to be an index function of the total average per capita of the following measures:( and I paste them from the original document):
1. Economic Wellness: Indicated via direct survey and statistical measurement of economic metrics such as consumer debt, average income to consumer price index ratio and income distribution
2. Environmental Wellness: Indicated via direct survey and statistical measurement of environmental metrics such as pollution, noise and traffic
3. Physical Wellness: Indicated via statistical measurement of physical health metrics such as severe illnesses
4. Mental Wellness: Indicated via direct survey and statistical measurement of mental health metrics such as usage of antidepressants and rise or decline of psychotherapy patients
5. Workplace Wellness: Indicated via direct survey and statistical measurement of labor metrics such as jobless claims, job change, workplace complaints and lawsuits
6. Social Wellness: Indicated via direct survey and statistical measurement of social metrics such as discrimination, safety, divorce rates, complaints of domestic conflicts and family lawsuits, public lawsuits, crime rates
7. Political Wellness: Indicated via direct survey and statistical measurement of political metrics such as the quality of local democracy, individual freedom, and foreign conflicts.
I wonder where would we stand if we apply all these parameters to our part of the world. I dread to even make an attempt to do so.

If only our leaders were as visionary and sensitive as King Wangchuk, we would also aspire to be a happy nation some day.
The idea of linking Happiness factor to Econmic prosperity is still in its infancy and only time will tell if it matures into a reality and our planet attains HAPPINESS along with other innumerable worldy achievements.
Where there is a will there is, for sure, a way .
Lets hope…

Ilmana Fasih
12 January 2011

SHAYAD KHATM YE FAASLE HO JAYENGE


Armaan Khan bhai again writes with his soul.
Let me do the explaining.This kavita (poem) is in context with the much awaited Court ruling on Ayodhya-Babri Masjid controversy.Any time this issue comes to limelight, a visible tension crops up among the two communities, who have essentially been living side by side for centuries.
I hope each word of this poem reflects the feelings of each one in India and extends to ‘us’ across the ‘border ke us paar too.’ 🙂
शायद खत्म ये फ़ासले हो जायेंगे,
जब हमारे बीच फ़ैसले हो जायेंगे !
अयोध्या भी सुकून से हो जायेगी,
हम तुम भी अच्छे भले हो जायेंगे !
अब बदगुमानियाँ भी मिट जाएँगी,
दूर, सब शिकवे गिले हो जायेंगे !
हाथों से नही, दिल से मिलेंगे तो,
दिल से दिल के मरहले हो जायेंगे !
नफ़रत ढूँढने से भी ना मिलेगी,
मोहब्बत के सिलसिले हो जायेंगे !
– अरमान
Shayad khatm ye faasle ho jaayenge,Jab hamare beech faisle ho jayenge.
Ayodhya bhi sukoon se ho jayegi, hum tum ache bhale ho jayenge.
Ab badgumaniyan bhi mit jayengi, door sab shikwe gile ho jayenge.
Haathon se nahin dil se milenge to, dil se dil marhale ho jayenge.
Nafrat dhoondne se bhi na milegi, mohabbat ke silsile ho jayenge.
—- Armaan Khan
In reply, Ibrahim Shishmahal says:
Dil mil sakein subhi kay, kuch aisaa payaam de
Nufrat na ho kahin pe, sukun subho shaam de
Pur amn ho watun, kahin dehshut na ho zara
Meri dua ye ‘Faisla’, khushiyan tamaam de!!
And Amit adds:
main na himdu na musalman mujhe jeene do..
dosti hai mera emaan mujhe jeene do…

SHAYAD KHATM YE FAASLE HO JAYENGE


Armaan Khan bhai again writes with his soul.

Let me do the explaining.This kavita (poem) is in context with the much awaited Court ruling on Ayodhya-Babri Masjid controversy.Any time this issue comes to limelight, a visible tension crops up among the two communities, who have essentially been living side by side for centuries.

I hope each word of this poem reflects the feelings of each one in India and extends to ‘us’ across the ‘border ke us paar too.’ 🙂

शायद खत्म ये फ़ासले हो जायेंगे,
जब हमारे बीच फ़ैसले हो जायेंगे !
अयोध्या भी सुकून से हो जायेगी,
हम तुम भी अच्छे भले हो जायेंगे !
अब बदगुमानियाँ भी मिट जाएँगी,
दूर, सब शिकवे गिले हो जायेंगे !
हाथों से नही, दिल से मिलेंगे तो,
दिल से दिल के मरहले हो जायेंगे !
नफ़रत ढूँढने से भी ना मिलेगी,
मोहब्बत के सिलसिले हो जायेंगे !
– अरमान

Shayad khatm ye faasle ho jaayenge,Jab hamare beech faisle ho jayenge.
Ayodhya bhi sukoon se ho jayegi, hum tum ache bhale ho jayenge.
Ab badgumaniyan bhi mit jayengi, door sab shikwe gile ho jayenge.
Haathon se nahin dil se milenge to, dil se dil marhale ho jayenge.
Nafrat dhoondne se bhi na milegi, mohabbat ke silsile ho jayenge.

—- Armaan Khan

In reply, Ibrahim Shishmahal says:

Dil mil sakein subhi kay, kuch aisaa payaam de
Nufrat na ho kahin pe, sukun subho shaam de
Pur amn ho watun, kahin dehshut na ho zara
Meri dua ye ‘Faisla’, khushiyan tamaam de!!

And Amit adds:
main na himdu na musalman mujhe jeene do..
dosti hai mera emaan mujhe jeene do…

AS LIFE GOES CHEAP, LIVING GETS EXPENSIVE


Watching a news bulletin in Sep 2010 is no less than watching a World War II movie fron 1940s. Statistics of just the past few days go as:
-72 migrant workers killed in Mexico near US border
-Over 50 killed in Quetta in a procession
-35 killed by a suicide bombing in Lahore
-Sixteen killed in Darfur
-Nine killed in Kandahar
-Six people set ablaze in Barbados
-Four killed in bomb blast in Hebron
They may look a micronumber considering the 6 billion who call Mother Earth their home..
Many more precious lives are lost through natures’ fury . But that is another story although the onus of outraging the mother nature too lies on us .
Death is inevitable but a human life succumbing to the barbarism of another fellow human being is an abominable act. Isn’t this a trait uniquely attributed to us the “human” beings. Rarely do we hear of ferocious lions killing other lions, or elephants stampeding elephants in the frenzy of the ‘mast’. I feel ashamed of being a homo sapien.
It would be rude but true to say, probably those who departed were ‘blessed’ , keeping in view the billions who lead desperate, hungry lives and die a hundred deaths each day out of hunger or humiliation. One out of every 6 (i.e.1.02 billion)people don’t get enough food to stay healthy or lead an active life.
Surfing through the website of the World Food Program is a journey through the chamber of horrors. Facts appear like hammer blows over one’s skull, strong enough to stun the brain. Truly representing heartless clan of human beings, I sail through the fact sheet ,alive and breathing, reading :
*Almost one billion people suffer regularly from hunger, mostly being women and children-equal to the population of the US, Canada and EU together.
*97% of them being in developing countries.
*65% of the world’s hungry live in seven countries— India, China, DR Congo, Bangladesh , Indonesia, Pakistan and Ethiopia.
*Malnutrition prevents children from reaching their full cognitive and developmental potential.
*One child dies every six seconds from hunger and related causes.
*More people die of hunger every year than AIDS, Malaria and Tuberculosis combined.
And then, today a news flashes on an international channel:
”The UN has called an urgent meeting on rising global food prices in an attempt to head off a repeat of the 2008 crisis that sparked riots around the world.”
Russia, the world’s third largest grower of wheat ,extends a ban on wheat exports next year. In a knee jerk wheat prices in the world rise, biggest monthly rise in 37 years. In June itself UN had warned that the prices will rise by 40% in the next decade due to increases biofuel demands. How will the above stats take shape in future is a scary thought.
If the news shakes a ‘little’ me, it must have thrown the Nobel Laureate ‘The Banker of the Poor’ Dr Mohammed Yunus into a convulsion. A reincarnation of an angel on this earth, he believes “Poverty is unnecessary “ and attributes it to the lack of the political will. On narrating his life journey towards the Nobel Peace Prize in 2006, he had said:
“I went to the bank and proposed that they lend money to the poor people. The bankers almost fell over. They explained to me that the bank cannot lend money to poor people because these people are not creditworthy. Today, if you look at financial systems around the globe, more than half the population of the world – out of six billion people, more than three billion – do not qualify to take out a loan from a bank. This is a shame.”
Hail the top brains in banking and corporate world for making this world “a heaven” for the rich and “a hell” for the poor. Yes, these ‘achievers’ are honest men, human life is indeed a cheap commodity with a high maintenance cost.
Dr Yunus dreams to create Poverty Museums.
We need to clone more Yunuses to make it possible.
Each one of us can live a micron of Yunus within us to make it possible simply by thinking about the millions who sleep hungry each night and persevere to not llet a grain end up in the garbage bag. It isn’t asking a lot.
I wish he was Hercules.
Can he live his dream?
I wish he does……

ILMANA FASIH
4 September 2010

LET’S NOT LET ‘EM FIX THIS GAME


Jaagte raho…
Days ago the water was still. Yesterday I saw some ripples. Today there are waves in it. And tomorrow it’s getting ready to turn into a whirl pool. The whirl pool which will suck with it the very cause of it.
I sit half way accross the globe from 9 pm tp 2 am glued to my TV watching the channel whose name rhymes with the name of our favourite enemy. The news ,the news analysis, the debate, the talk show—all one after the other, with a burning desire in the heart that today will give a pleasant surprise .For months on, each time I switched the TV off at 2 am-dejected and disappointed.
However, yesterday night was different. Somewhat different.
Though the opening news of the Lahore carnage was as painful as the numerous other such news we have been hearing and watching for the past few years. The scenes of incident couldn’t be watched with a dry eye. They were soul shaking. Each time one hears such blasts, one goes through the de ja vu feeling one got on losing a family member. And am not exaggerating.
Initially, program after program I felt the same monotonous rut until came the music of the last talk show at 1 am. It changed my day. The anchor was going through a camp at the suburb of our largest port city where IDPs from the Shaheed Bhutto’s home town are settled. A beautifully organised tent city is lined up. Each settler interviewed showered prayers and no complaints on our “Billo’s” philanthropist cum singer cum ex lecturer. They hug him, embrace him, bless him for making them live a dignified life in this tent city. When asked repeatedly whether they would want to go back home after the floods recede—majority refuse without a pause. Not because they got spoilt by the luxuries of a tent house and two decent meals ,but because they feel home here. They feel they have found a saviour in him.Their dignities restored. Their being a “human being” feeling restored.
Not one but all of them one after the other utter,”Why should we go back? What do we have there? As we go empty handed into the ruins, the Wadera will load us with the loans bonding our subsequent generations repay it forever. We feel safe and cared here.” It’s sad they are rejoicing the displacement from their homes, from their fields where they ploughed. They have lost all in kind only to get their dignities back which had been missing since their time immemorial. And remember they came from the land of the current rulers.
Its touching to see the humility with which their new wadera goes from tent to tent ,dawn till dusk asking them if they were fine. I have failed to find an appropriate adjective to the humility with which he was accompanying the anchor. Avoiding to look up to the camera hiding his wet eyes. The gentility personified. I salute this man!
I also salute all those other known or not so known “humans” who are turning their nights into days to help the humanity –here as well as anywhere on the globe. The hour flies away and the anchor bids “Khuda Hafiz”.
I turn to my laptop to check the status and to shut it down and sleep. My eye catches a glimpse of a video link. It says” Must watch this video clip”.It is barely a 54 seconds video but it beautifully sums up the history of 64 years of a Feudal Nation:
Pet bhar amir shadbad,
Bhal maran ghareeb kanda yaad.
Asif nu bangle aali shan,
Dubai ,Pakistan.
Pak sar zameen ka nizaam,
Amir tar amir ,mui awam.
And it goes on……………..
Unfortunate! It is a parody of our National Anthem, but not even one word of it is a lie or an exaggeration. I click it neither once nor twice, but again and again till I lose the count. Each time I hear, it rings bells in my ears.
I can smell it .Yes I can smell the change coming.
It isn’t too far. We don’t have to wait another life to see it.
We don’t even have to wait another year to see it, I am sure.
We are starting to wake up. We are standing up.
I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.
Lets all see the light getting brighter each second.
Lets not sleep until we exit the tunnel.
We don’t have miles to go –it’s just round the corner.
Yes, FEUDALISM is getting ready to be caught out at the slips, let not any bookie, “in here” or “out there” fix the game to drop the catch. Let no “Butts” amongst us get sold out.
Beware and stay awake…….

ILMANA FASIH
3 September 2010