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on November 06, 2012

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Subversion & Sedition thy name is ALTAF HUSSAIN

"Detach Karachi if you don't accept our mandate" threatens Altaf Hussain on 12th of May 2013 to the establishment, and the people of this country on live TV. He goes a step further, and comes out with these pearls of wisdom: Basically threatening to order his mercenary militia (really ugly looking - since looks area factor in these elections and will be from now on) to literary wipe out the Three Swords monument where thousands were gathered peacefully to demonstrate against poll rigging! The man is publicly declaring murder on innocent people of this hapless city, announcing start of a civil strife, flexing muscles integrity and reason d'etre of this country, openly inviting mellifluous forces to play havoc with this city. 24 hours have passed since this unfortunate speech, and the present impotent government of octogenarians and the potential lions have yet to roar, hell they haven't even purred. Poor poor Pakistan. [Probably the takla brothers were bu...

Grief Untold

Death is final. No one has ever been known to return to life after being dead. And that is what is most distressing and painful about it - it's finality. If life is transient then death is eternal. Death's permanence - it's foreverness mocks our helplessness. It seems like I'm collecting headstones. And that too of people I love the most. How strange it is - a person who is now and here, approachable, touchable, visible isn't there in a flash of a second, is gone - but gone where? I'm left questioning my life and how I could have made a difference - death does that too. It brings upon you a veil of guilt, a maelstorm of self-implicating questions of why didn't I? or in my case why did I? T here is no time for any last confessions and asking for forgiveness - but forgiveness is what I want. Forgiveness for not being there, forgiveness for being myself, forgiveness for time lost and hearts broken, forgivness for not being able to say the words I s...

whose fault is it?

please tell me whose fault is it? i mean the fact that iv gone mad, lost my marbles,become certifiably insane if u will, the weather is hot and oppressingly muggy, the 'bijli' is never there, sugar is not be found anywhere, someone is trying to make yet another failed state and our mathmatics is going to the dogs with the 'minus one formula'. It has to be someone's fault, i mean someone else and not me, god forbid. Because nothing can be my fault ever like the 160 million people of my country! We are innocent to the core, victims of circumstance, always played upon by the powers that be (love that phrase- what does it maen anyway) what with zillions of consipiracy theories doing the rounds. We lie and we cheat, we abuse each other on the road and think ourselves heros personified, we extol our lack of depth and a make a monkey of ourselves to relive the memories of our not so ancient ancestors and we doubt the graet man Darwin, we hoard and call it good business se...

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