This Time
You know what’s really wrong with the 14th of August this time? Everything. I don’t know what everybody is so enthusiastic about. I mean, for fucks sake, have you even read the papers lately or seen the TV, even if the only channel you get is PTV? A nation, divided by as many dividends as one can possible imagine; is going on a rampage of concerts and fire crackers, food festivals and flag- bearing vehicles without having the slightest inclination of what tomorrow is going to bring for us. It’s pathetic! And we, as a group of people living in this part of world, are pathetic. No wonder, nobody takes us seriously. Why should they? We are an unruly mob, have no idea what we want and have become beggars by nature. A morsel from here, leftover from there and we are fuckers and whores for you to use, thank you very much to your great nation with amazing generosity, feel free to use us anytime any time and any way you like. And oh, while you’re at it, why don’t you wink to your media too!
Tomorrow, a bunch of weirdoes with surfer haircuts and ridiculously fitted shirts, studs in their ears and mobiles in their hands are going to be driving up and down the roads of Islamabad, throwing crackers inside other cars, attempting to race in a jam packed traffic zone with music blaring to an ear splitting volume and talking about other cars and the girls in them while their miserable parents will be… yes, miserable at home, thinking when their “mahaan aulad” is going to come back home and if they’re going to be doped or drunk this time. Others, who label themselves as rebels and are actually hair brained, will just sit in their houses, doing nothing of any particular use. Hanging is just too good for the likes of us.
Screw the godamn lawyers; accept the fact that your precious “Iftikhar Chaudhry” is NOT going to be holding his office again and the two bit- grey streaked- coat clad- street lawyers will never have anything better to do than to come on the streets and burn a few tires, sit for a couple of hours infront of the Parliament House and/ or walking alongside “Iftikhar Chaudhry’s” car.
We are; assholes. We shit from our mouths and fart from our noses and we continue to rub up against each other, not realizing that there is something gravely wrong with us. The text books syllabus for the primary and secondary schools is still the same, as was 50 years ago (wait, did we have text books back then?). The “roti, kapra and makaan” slogan is long dragged and very frankly; boring now. If we haven’t realized the growing noises by now, we won’t ever. And that is that. I don’t understand how people are so fiercely blind sighted by their own loyalty that they continue to ELECT the same fuckers who destroyed and then proceeded to RUN AWAY from the very same Pakistan they now claim to serve. I don’t understand how people are stupid and dumb enough to accept an embarrassingly loser candidate as their PM. I mean, he doesn’t even know the angle his head be at when addressing the nation, for the love of God. And not to forget the “my- wife- was- killed- because- of- faulty- security” man who spent years upon years in jail for corruption.
The weird assed Taliban are fucking our lives and screwing with our territory. Guess who’s responsible for that? We not only let them eat and sleep in our houses during the Afghan- Russia War, we made them marry our sons and daughters and let them train our no- brained losers to become suicide bombers. And honestly, who the fuck is “Mullah Omer” to tell us what we should and shouldn’t do? I mean, go and screw your own godamn land and ditto for “Umm e Hasaan” and the likes of her. Include all men who come out during raids masquerading as women, hiding pathetically in “burqas”.
The national sport is hockey. Our team went for the Olympics. It was said at the airport and then duly reported by the media that we shouldn’t really expect a gold medal. I mean, why the hell not? Can’t you even win at the godamn national sport? And speaking of media, yeah okay, lets not.
This is what’s wrong with this 14th of August. This is no time to celebrate. We couldn’t even come up with a nice enough tune of our own “Qaumi Tarana” for fucks sake! Let’s just impeach each other. Yeah, that’s it!
Tomorrow, a bunch of weirdoes with surfer haircuts and ridiculously fitted shirts, studs in their ears and mobiles in their hands are going to be driving up and down the roads of Islamabad, throwing crackers inside other cars, attempting to race in a jam packed traffic zone with music blaring to an ear splitting volume and talking about other cars and the girls in them while their miserable parents will be… yes, miserable at home, thinking when their “mahaan aulad” is going to come back home and if they’re going to be doped or drunk this time. Others, who label themselves as rebels and are actually hair brained, will just sit in their houses, doing nothing of any particular use. Hanging is just too good for the likes of us.
Screw the godamn lawyers; accept the fact that your precious “Iftikhar Chaudhry” is NOT going to be holding his office again and the two bit- grey streaked- coat clad- street lawyers will never have anything better to do than to come on the streets and burn a few tires, sit for a couple of hours infront of the Parliament House and/ or walking alongside “Iftikhar Chaudhry’s” car.
We are; assholes. We shit from our mouths and fart from our noses and we continue to rub up against each other, not realizing that there is something gravely wrong with us. The text books syllabus for the primary and secondary schools is still the same, as was 50 years ago (wait, did we have text books back then?). The “roti, kapra and makaan” slogan is long dragged and very frankly; boring now. If we haven’t realized the growing noises by now, we won’t ever. And that is that. I don’t understand how people are so fiercely blind sighted by their own loyalty that they continue to ELECT the same fuckers who destroyed and then proceeded to RUN AWAY from the very same Pakistan they now claim to serve. I don’t understand how people are stupid and dumb enough to accept an embarrassingly loser candidate as their PM. I mean, he doesn’t even know the angle his head be at when addressing the nation, for the love of God. And not to forget the “my- wife- was- killed- because- of- faulty- security” man who spent years upon years in jail for corruption.
The weird assed Taliban are fucking our lives and screwing with our territory. Guess who’s responsible for that? We not only let them eat and sleep in our houses during the Afghan- Russia War, we made them marry our sons and daughters and let them train our no- brained losers to become suicide bombers. And honestly, who the fuck is “Mullah Omer” to tell us what we should and shouldn’t do? I mean, go and screw your own godamn land and ditto for “Umm e Hasaan” and the likes of her. Include all men who come out during raids masquerading as women, hiding pathetically in “burqas”.
The national sport is hockey. Our team went for the Olympics. It was said at the airport and then duly reported by the media that we shouldn’t really expect a gold medal. I mean, why the hell not? Can’t you even win at the godamn national sport? And speaking of media, yeah okay, lets not.
This is what’s wrong with this 14th of August. This is no time to celebrate. We couldn’t even come up with a nice enough tune of our own “Qaumi Tarana” for fucks sake! Let’s just impeach each other. Yeah, that’s it!
