I am not the dark kind of person- who can report all the misdemeanours happening in the country with a kind go macabre glee that things look bleak. I can only write with a positive ending in my mind. I realized this shortcoming in me when I read back over my blog, and realized that so many doomsday type things that have happened in Pakistan over the last couple of years have still had me sounding like I think a turn for the better is right around the corner. The randoms accuse me of living in my bubble, where nothing has happened to me so I don’t know how bad things are. Perhaps. Thank God. The probable truth is that, even then I will probably take some spin on it that makes me look at it in a more white than black manner. Apologies for the who that I am, you bleak people.
The Swati girl flogging mail that I received immediately sent me in denial. It’s a fake, my mind said. For perseverence sake, one goes on in the normal acts of life- feed the baby, go to the meeting, swicth off the tv etc. And then the uproar started. The rallies which I didnt participate in, the rants on blogs that I couldnt bring myself to contribute to, and the comments I read all made me feel a myriad of emotions of sadness, shame, anger, indignation. Do people sitting abroad, smug in the distance, not realize that we, sitting here are as confused and helpless? Why should we have to hang our heads in shame as if this is something that we can control just because we are here and they are not? Just because the same day as the video was publicised, if people chose to go out for dinner, not cancel their night out, see a play or celebrate something does nt mean they are insensitive to the plight of the country. It could mean that they choose to go on despite what the demented elements want. Each time we decide to go on despite a setback doesnt mean we are selfish people who dont care about the country- it means we pray that when we move forward and live life as it was meant to be lived, positively, constructively we are setting an example- maybe of bravery, and definitely of resilience. Its part of the survival instinct to live life to its fullest, because only when there is a threat of a bomb attack every fortnight can perhaps the real meaning of “life is short” even begin to seep through.