If we live long enough our every victory turns into a defeat. Our Supremo Savior Imran Khan is slowly becoming a living example of it.
Our Lordships have given up on their crusade to end all corruption, our executive is still on defensive as the sword of Damocles hang above many of its members, our legislators have reached the fag end of their patience and having second thoughts, our khaki warriors are up to concocting new enemies and chasing them like hounds. While all state institutions are doing whatever can be done to keep themselves afloat, for the good many people in Pakistan the endless struggle to make ends meet continue.
For many, like you, me, and majority of Toms, Dicks and Harrys the best, or rather the only way, to make sense of volatile things and nebulous happenings is to be totally, utterly and completely indifferent. The mantra is to stay aloof, don’t give a damn to anything or anyone no matter how provocative it gets, maintain a safe distance from all that makes one uncomfortable and live life like a stoic-accepting the highs and the lows with sheer equanimity. Or, and it’s a very dangerous ‘or’, you become a blind follower of one of the saviors fighting in the arena. You bark your opponents down, you bite once they are flat and down.
We, the good people of Pakistan love dramatizing our deeds, utterances and our fates, we treasure our devil-may-care attitude towards life and its dilemmas, we think it our foremost responsibility to interfere, supervise, and criticise everything that we neither have the knowledge nor the ability to even comprehend. Those who can howl the loudest mesmerise us since they show that life, with a bombastic sound and with all its bells and jingles, is still around. Loudness entertain us, push us ahead, make us weary, inject small doses of hope in our despairing veins, leave us terrified at times, at others turn us into ascetic fools or epicurean morons.
Messiahs have their its own way of taming lesser men, dearest sirs and ma’ams. Big men warn through a bark, they ensure compliance through a bite. Now it’s up to you, dear reader to fit whomsoever you want to in the above description. Former PM’s, former Army Chiefs, former CJ, or many other has-beens.
Craving for the limelight, playing to the gallery, uttering remarks beyond their dignity and stature, using language as a tool to threaten rather as an instrument to probe; our Messiah started his uphill journey on a perilous path. He was supposed to speak through their deeds, he has ended up as a kid who repeatedly resorts to yelling and name-calling. The Messiah is now condemned for shedding the solemnity and seriousness expected of him.
It is said of Shakespeare that there is nothing in the world of man that escaped The Great Bard’s observant eye. I couldn’t think of a better way to conclude this piece than these lines from his play ‘Measure for Measure’.
But man, proud man,
Drest in a little brief authority,
Most ignorant of what he’s most assur’d;
His glassy essence, like an angry ape,
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven,
As make the angels weep.
And angels shed tears when they see how a mortal dons the garb of eternity and invincibility when all he could have done is promising what is possible and what is doable.
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