Sunday, August 31, 2014

Naya Pakistan: How I lost my faith in this nation



Pakistan is going through one of its frequent crises in recent history. The protests in Islamabad led by the PTI chief Imran Khan and the cleric Qadri have apparently taken ominous turn today with protesters surrounding the parliament and pushing forward.

For those looking for a closer coverage of the whole fiasco, I recommend the Pakistani media which are doing their job in a more or less wholesome way. Meanwhile, here I carry the initial part of a poignant and provocative column of a TV journalist from Islamabad from The Express Tribune. 


Behold Naya Pakistan


So the cat is out of the bag. Naya Pakistan is before us. And boy is it ugly? Uglier than a mad man’s dream. Our revolutionaries have brought us on our knees. But why complain? Fatalist as I have become, I am convinced that this is our luck. But let us just not go there. Perhaps, people are unaware of the full extent of the disaster being averted. And yet today is not the day to regale you with the details. Nor the year. Perhaps in 2015 you will know the extent of the full circus.
For now, let us not go there. Imran Khan is celebrating. He’ll probably get married soon. Seeds of change he has sown today will bear ugly painful thorns soon. Painful for him, mind you, not just us. But where does he go from here? A return to the good profitable cricket commentating days? But what of his politics? And that in essence is the question.
We have seen some unsavoury scenes. A parliamentarian threatening to storm parliament. A man considered a national hero not just by cricket lovers but patriots, asking us to stop paying taxes, boycott the state-owned banks. A self-proclaimed prime ministerial candidate threatening to attack and take over the prime ministerial mansion. Will you vote for this man? Don’t answer just now. Give it a few months. Then we’ll see.

Read the whole article in The Express Tribune here

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