Monday, February 28, 2011

Allah toba ...........

Basant ka Matam -by Arshad Mahmood

Basant (Jashn-e-Baharaan) in Pakistan

The festival is limited in its celebrations in Pakistan. Instead, the celebrations of spring known as ‘Jashn-e-baharaan’ in Urdu, are carried on in the entire country for almost a month. Basant, in particular, is celebrated in eastern Punjab especially Lahore. Lahore being the historic capital of Punjab celebrates Basant with a lot of vigour and enthusiasm. Although traditionally it was a festival confined to the old-walled city it has spread all through out the city. Other cities in which Basant is mainly celebrated are Gujranwala, Faisalabad, Jhelum,Kasur,Sialkot and Rawalpindi/Islamabad.
Basant is celebrated with great joy in Lahore, and the truth behind the Basant ruling is the religious clerics’ hatred of the festivity, as an article published in the ‘Express Tribune’ a Pakistani Newspaper states:

The Basant prohibition has been explained officially in terms of foul play by kite flyers who use metallic wire or coat their twine with such preparations that it becomes fatal for the people in the streets who happen to get it on their throats.
But the real reason is the clerics’ hatred of the festivity. They campaigned against it calling it a Hindu festival and a pagan ritual. The Muslims, they insisted, must be barred from it. It was on account of this campaign that the prohibition was proclaimed.
Hindus revere and worship everything in nature. To them, the stars, the planets, the rivers, the mountains, the trees, the birds all reveal some aspect or attribute of some god or goddess. But should this give them a monopoly on nature’s bounties? Don’t we benefit from the natural phenomena? Why should their behaviour bar us from our joys?
The Hindu Basant Panchumi involves certain acts of worship. For the Muslims the Basant festival was started by Nizamuddin Aulia. Amir Khusrau, the story goes, was on his way to visit his spiritual mentor when he noticed mustard fields in full blossom. He also saw a lot of people wearing the colour: women in yellow saris, men in yellow turbans.
The scene inspired the poet in him. He plucked a branch carrying several mustard flowers and placed it in his turban. He also came up with a verse invoking the spring showers to demand flowers and wine.
Nizamuddin, for his part, had for months looked dejected following the death of his favourite nephew. He had stopped listening to music and had not been seen smiling in a while. The verse brought a smile to his face. Noticing the flowers Khusrau was carrying in his turban, he demanded an explanation. Told that the people were celebrating the advent of spring, he instructed his followers to do likewise. The little hint from Sultan Ji opened the doors for Delhi’s Muslims.
The festival became so popular with Delhi’s Muslim population that it came to be regarded as their representative celebration. It was particularly associated with the city’s sufi shrines. And it was no longer a one-day affair; it went on for weeks.
Flowers were offered at the Qadam Sharif on the first day of the month and perfumed water sprinkled. Sweets were distributed and samaa sessions held. The next morning, people wearing the mustard yellow would visit the shrine of Bakhtiar Kaki. In the evening lamps were lighted at the tomb of Chiragh Delhi. On the third day the festival would arrive at the shrine of Nizamuddin where a samaa session was also held.
The forth evening was dedicated to Shah Hassan Rasoolnuma. The fifth day everybody visited the shrine of Shah Turkmen. The sixth day ministers, courtiers and dignitaries visited the High Fort to greet the king. Bahadur Shah Zafar, the last king, a poet himself, came up with the verse that is still raga singers’ favourite for Basant recitals.
Eventually the festival grew into a month-long celebration. Separate days were now reserved for Basant offerings and celebrations at still more sufi shrines including the Haray Bharay Shah’s, the Sarwar Shaheed’s and the Bholu Shah’s.
By the year 1857, according to a researcher, Muslims in northern India in general and those in Delhi and Agra in particular, celebrated Basant with great fervour. Kite flying was a popular Basant activity in the Punjab. Kite flying at Basant in Lahore is thus nothing new or very recent. It has long been associated with the festival.
So, the authorities’ view of the festival is at a variance with our cultural history. Our sufi saints considered Basant permissible fun but our clerics and officials today see it as un-Islamic. How callous do they have to be to refuse to tolerate people enjoying themselves; to try and douse all occasions of joy?

Piddi ka shorba: Opportunists of the PPP – by Abbas Ather

Abbas Ather’s take on Shah Mahmood Qureshi and the Raymond Davis case. Mr Ather also offers a detailed history of the PPP, its ideals, struggles and internal divisions as a context of recent developments. (Source: Express, 21,22, 26 Feb 2011)

Lahoris' romance with Imran Khan, that began in 70s, reaching new horizons.

Imran Khan's regular interaction with masses making inroads in the hearts of masses which is near to impossible for anyone who's never been in power politics.

Thats what needed to strengthen democracy in Pakistan, an outsider in the corridors of power. Only an outsider can only bring an end to the status quo.

Imran Khan's dedication, committmant & untiring struggle in the presence of all odds (champions of power politics) to educate the masses in raising their voice against the status quo of 60 odd years bearing fruits.

ایک نکاتی ایجنڈا

خودکشی اور شہادت

خودکشی اور شہادت

ڈاکٹر محمد اجمل نیازی ـ

کئی بار سوچا مقتول بلکہ شہید فہیم کی بیوی کی خودکشی پر لکھوں مگر ہمت نہیں پڑتی تھی۔ میں مولوی صاحبان سے اس لئے ڈرتا ہوں کہ ان کی عزت میرے دل میں ہے۔ جس خوف میں شوق بھی ہو تو وہ بزدل نہیں ہوتی۔ کچھ باتیں ملامتی ہوتی ہیں کچھ علامتی ہوتی ہیں مگر یہ لوگ سلامتی کے سارے معانی نہیں جانتے۔ میرے خیال میں جسے کوئی امریکی اہلکار قتل کر دے تو وہ خود بخود شہید کے مرتبے پر فائز ہو جاتا ہے۔ میں بھٹو دوست ہونے کے باوجود جنرل ضیا کے لئے بے قراری سی محسوس کرتا ہوں۔ شہید کی بیوی کو بیوہ نہیں کہنا چاہئے۔ زندہ آدمی کی بیوی کو بیوہ نہیں کہا جاتا زندگی کی کئی قسمیں ہیں۔ ایک آدمی کئی زندگیاں جیتا ہے۔ فہیم کی بیوی نے تو اپنی جان اپنے شوہر کے لئے قربان کر دی ۔ قربانی کی بھی کئی قسمیں ہیں۔ شمائلہ ایک بہادر خاتون تھی اس نے بے حس معاشرے میں زندہ رہنے سے انکار کر دیا۔ ایک بے انصاف معاشرے میں زندہ رہنا بھی جرم ہے اور ظالمانہ معاشرے میں ظلم ہے۔ جرم اور ظلم ہمارے ہاں عام ہو گئے ہیں۔خدا کی قسم شمائلہ کے پاس طاقت ہوتی تو وہ ظالموں ، حاکموں کو مزا چکھا دیتی۔ اس نے اپنے آپ کے ساتھ جو واردات کی۔ اس کی طرف سے یہ کارروائی قاتلوں اور قاتلوں کا ساتھ دینے والوں کے ساتھ نہ ہو سکتی تھی۔ اس نے کچھ دن انتظار کیا ہماری پولیس اور انتظامیہ ظالموں کا ساتھ دیتی ہے۔ وہ مظلوم کی ساتھی نہیں۔ شمائلہ ”خون کا بدلہ خون“ کی آرزو کے ساتھ مر گئی۔ اسے یقین ہو گیا تھا کہ امریکہ کے غلام اس کے شوہر کے قاتل کو چھوڑ دیں گے۔ اور وہ یہ منظر نہ دیکھ سکتی تھی۔ اس نے احتجاج کیا یہ آنکھیں کھول دینے والا ردعمل ہے۔ خودکشی حرام ہے۔ یہ زندہ رہ جانے والوںکے لئے ایک پیغام ہے۔ مگر زندہ لوگ شمائلہ کا پیغام بھی سنیں۔ ....

عشق کے دردمند کا طرز کلام اور ہے
تیرا پیام اور ہے میرا پیام اور ہے

فہیم کے ساتھ اس کا رشتہ محبت کا تھا۔ اور محبت کے لئے بیان دینے والا حرام موت نہیں مرتا۔ پاکستان میں ہر آدمی نے شمائلہ کی جرات کو سلام کیا ہے۔ خودکشی حرام ہے مگر کبھی اس موت پر حیرانی ہوتی ہے اور حیرانی حرام نہیں ہے۔ کون ہے جو اپنے ہاتھ کی انگلی پر بھی زخم کرنے دیتا ہے۔ موت سے بچنے کے لئے لوگ کیا کیا کرتے ہیں۔ دوسروں کو موت کی نیند سلا دینے والے زندہ رہنے کی طلب میں سب کچھ کرنے کے لئے تیار رہتے ہیں۔ ریمنڈ کو موت سے بچانے کے لئے پورا امریکہ اور صدر اوباما بے تاب ہیں۔ فہیم اور فیضان کو ریمنڈ نے قتل کیا۔ عبادالرحمان بھی اسی کی وجہ سے قتل ہوا اور فہیم کی بیوی کا قاتل بھی ریمنڈ ہے اور یہ پورا نظام ہے یہ حکومت ہے اور معاشرہ ہے۔ نجانے کیوں میرا دل اسے خودکشی کہنے کو نہیں مانتا۔ یہ خود کشی بھی ہے تو پھر بھی یہ خودکشی نہیں۔ خودکشی بھی خاص حالات میں شہادت ہو سکتی ہے۔ آدمی اپنے اندر بھی شہید ہوتا ہے۔ خودکشی کرنے والا بے حسی کی انتہاﺅں کو چھو کر یہ عمل کرتا ہے۔ یہ عشق کی بے حسی بھی ہو سکتی ہے۔ یہ احتجاج کی سب سے بڑی شکل ہے۔ شمائلہ کے دل میں اپنے شوہر کی محبت اس طرح گھل گئی تھی کہ اس نے اپنی بے اختیاریوں کو بے قراریوں میں بدل لیا تھا۔ بے اختیاریاں اختیار کی ایک شکل بن جایا کرتی ہیں۔ پنجابی کا یہ مصرعہ کس بات کی طرف اشارہ کر رہا ہے۔ ....ع
مینوں لگ گئی بے اختیاری

مجھے جنرل نیازی یاد آتا ہے۔ میں اسے مشرقی پاکستان کی علیحدگی کا موجب نہیں سمجھتا۔ مگر یہ بات مجھے تڑپاتی ہے کہ اس نے دشمن جرنیل کے سامنے ہتھیار کیوں ڈالے۔ یہ بھی مجبوری تھی جس کے سامنے وہ بے بس ہو گیا۔ تو بے بسی کا اظہار یہ بھی تھا کہ جو پستول اس نے پلٹن میدان میں خالی کیا۔ وہ اپنے سر میں مار کر خالی کرتا اور ہتھیار نہ ڈالتا۔ اس طرح ہمارے دل میں نامعلوم بے قراریوں سے بھر جاتے۔ وہ میدان جنگ میں نہ مر سکا تو پلٹن میدان میں مر جاتا۔ دشمن کے ہاتھوں اس کی موت نہ لکھی تھی تو وہ خود اپنا قاتل بن جاتا۔ خدا کی قسم میں اس خودکشی کو شہادت کہتا جو ہمیں تاریخی اور عالمی رسوائی سے بچا لیتی۔ اس طرح مرنا تو حرام نہیں ساری قوم اسے سلام کرتی اور یہ گارڈ آف آنر سے زیادہ بیش بہا ہے۔

میں خودکشی کے حق میں نہیں مگر اس طرح کی خودکشی میرے اندر زندہ رہنے کی تڑپ بیدار کرتی ہے۔ مارو یا مر جاﺅ۔ اگر شمائلہ ریمنڈ کو موت دے سکتی یا اسے اپنے حکمرانوں پر اعتبار ہوتا کہ وہ اسے موت کی سزا دیں گے تو وہ کبھی خودکشی نہ کرتی۔ اس کے بعد تو ہمارے بے حس حکمرانوں کو بزدلی کا مظاہرہ نہیں کرنا چاہئے۔ اس کے بعد فیضان شہید کی بیوی زہرا نے بھی رانا ثنااللہ کو دھمکی دی ہے کہ تم لوگ وطن کے بیٹوں کے خون کا کب تک سودا کرو گے۔ میں بھی خودکشی کر لوں گی۔ سوچنے کی بات ہے کہ یہ دھمکی رانا صاحب کو کیوں دی گئی۔ کیا یہ لوگ اب بھی اپنے پیاروں کے خون کا سودا کریں گے۔ فہیم، فیضان اور عباد کے لواحقین کے ناک میں دم آ گیا ہے کہ تم ڈالر لے لو اور ریمنڈ کو معاف کر دو۔ امریکی ڈالروں پر پلنے والے سمجھتے ہیں کہ سچے رشتے اتنے کچے ہوتے ہیں۔ دولت اور حکومت کے لئے اپنا سب کچھ بیچ دینے والے اپنا سا منہ لے کر رہ گئے ہیں۔ مائیں، بہنیں اور بیویاں اپنوں کے خون کی چھینٹوں کی دکان نہیں لگایا کرتیں۔ اپنی بیوی کا خط پڑھ کر رونے والا قاتل ریمنڈ فہیم کی بیوی شمائلہ کی خودکشی پر تو نہ رویا تھا۔ پاکستانیوں کو کیڑے مکوڑوں کی طرح مارنے والے امریکی پاکستانیوں کو انسان بھی نہیں سمجھتے۔ غلام بھی تو انسان ہوتے ہیں؟

چودھری شجاعت اور چودھری پرویزالہی نے دونوں تینوں گھروں کی کفالت کا اعلان کیا ہے۔ ان کی طرف سے چودھری ظہیرالدین نے دکھی لوگوں کے پاس جا کے ایک ایک لاکھ روپے کا چیک پیش کیا۔ پاکستان کے مخیر اور غیرت مند لوگ صابر شاکر لواحقین کی اتنی مدد کریں کہ ہمارے حکمران حیران رہ جائیں اور امریکی پریشان ہو جائیں۔ میرے ایک خوبصورت اور دوست دار کزن محمود نیازی نے خودکشی کی تو میں نے ایک شعر کہا تھا جس کے لئے غور کرنے کی گزارش ہے۔ ....
تو جو قاتل ہے تو مقتول کہوں میں کس کو
تو جو گلچیں ہے تو پھر پھول کہوں میں کس کو

The ‘honour’ generation – by Nadeem F. Paracha

The ‘honour’ generation – by Nadeem F. Paracha

Sixty-three years old and suffering from grave identity crisis. Sixty-three years old and still requiring hoards of people to continue knee-jerking their way across a number of hyperbolic patriotic clichés and chants. This is Pakistan.

Ours is a country with an economic, political and military elite and an awkward but growing urban middle class that is still playing out a redundant fantasy: a flight of fancy that sees Pakistan as some monolithic and one-dimensional construction where everyone can be conveniently pigeonholed within a single concept of faith, language and patriotism. Many dictators, terrorists and ethnic and sectarian fragmentations later, the retarded evolution of this country has given birth to a generation of young, urban Pakistanis who have lost all capability to look through hypocrisy and deceit.

This is a generation that was born and raised in the post-Cold War world. A world where communism had been defeated and in which a mixture of consumerism and the resurgence of faith collaborated to turn everything, from entertainment to information to faith itself into an industry. An industry squarely catering to a highly depoliticised market of young people in a scenario where the state was eroding, where politicians had delegated much of their roles to multinational corporations, to the NGOs and to a new set of preachers who had turned religion into a media-savvy enterprise.

Faith and capitalism came together to celebrate the fall of communism/socialism –creatures they had accused of keeping the middle class distracted by ideological issues, and in a state of stasis from which this class could not progress economically or spiritually. But communism’s defeat and the end of the Cold War did not solve problems like poverty, economic disparity, despotism, etc. It did however give the post-Cold War generation a chance to enjoy (on credit) services and products that were almost unattainable among the many from the generation before.

To enjoy these without having much of a guilty conscience, the same triumphant system of post-Cold War capitalism also constructed attractive valves through which young hip consumers, neo-yuppies and aspiring new bourgeoisies could escape into the spiritual realm. Here fast-talking corporate gurus would tell them how to balance hefty profit-making with ‘corporate responsibility’, and where slick men and women of faith would (basically) explain to their ever-growing audiences how to enjoy the fruits of brand-waving consumerism with a set of spiritual lingo and rituals that would help keep them connected to God.

All this took place mostly after 1995. A sham democracy manipulated by the military from behind the scene that had turned politicians into punching bags for whatever that was putting a spanner in Pakistan’s economic progress saw the new urban generation consider democracy as a corrupt hindrance in their growth as an economic force. Though millions of young people suddenly became aware of the corrupt ways of politicians, ironically the same millions could not figure out the scams they were being burdened with in the name of plastic money by the banks.

Neither was this generation willing to ask that simple question: if politicians were siphoning off millions of rupees, weren’t these still only a fraction of what the military got by way of military aid, jobs, industries and, of course, the largest chunk of the country’s budget? Then came our own nuclear device, the clandestine and expensive making of which our leaders had boasted about earlier and we were ready to eat grass. But it was certainly neither the elite nor the middle class that were chewing this figurative grass. It was the majority, the so-called masses.

Alas, though the coming together of neo-capitalism and faith only managed to instill psychic confusion in the youth, this confusion, instead of lashing out against the artificiality and dichotomies found in the new ways of economics and spirituality, buckled under the weight of a narrative constructed by the drivers of the new arrangement. Those who had benefited most from the setup — the military, the slick religious preachers and capitalists – with the help of the corporate gurus, seth-owned private media, began to invoke God and ‘honour-cum-pride’ against those whom they considered to be enemies of the middle class, the country and religion.

These ‘enemies’ were politicians advocating democracy – they became labelled as ‘corrupt’ and insensitive—not that many of them were not corrupt. Enemies also included the last bastions of liberal or the shrinking left-leaning journalism (who suddenly became ‘liberal fascists’) and certain Islamic scholars who, unlike the political-religious groups patronised by the military and the traders, spoke more about the benevolent, tolerant and democratic aspects of Islam instead of hatred in the name of faith and national honour.

The glaring dark irony surrounding even the most modern members of the new generation is that they have ended up equating the availability of all the goodies of the corporate and consumerist setup that they have become addicted to with a projected belief. A belief that suggests that a ‘moderate’ authoritarian political setup (preferably by the army or at least backed by it), coupled with an identity defining version of bourgeois Islam, is what will make Pakistan more sovereign and more proud.

It’s like a hoard of sheep all going baa when told by the media, the military and the political maulanas, that they are the defenders of the Pakistan’s honour. The sad part is, each sheep, though baaing exactly like the other, is deluding himself into believing that he truly is a proud citizen.

Source: Dawn

PML-N & PPP romance....

Saaf chuptey bhe nahin saamney aatey bhe nahin... PML-N & PPP romance....


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10 Craziest Gaddafi Moments/Eccentricities

1) Nursing Staff – Gaddafi relies heavily on his long-time Ukrainian nurse, Galyna Kolotnytska, who has been described as a ”voluptuous blonde.” Of the rumored staff of four Ukrainian nurses that cater to the Leader’s health and well-being, one informant emphasized to multiple Emboffs that Qadhafi cannot travel without Kolotnytska, as she alone “knows his routine.”

When Kolotnytska’s late visa application resulted in her Security Advisory Opinion being received on the day Gaddafi’s party planned to travel to the U.S., the Libyan Government sent a private jet to ferry her from Libya to Portugal to meet up with the Leader during his rest-stop. Some embassy contacts have claimed that Qadhafi and the 38 year-old Kolotnytska have a romantic relationship. While he did not comment on such rumors, a Ukrainian political officer recently confirmed that the Ukrainian nurses “travel everywhere with the Leader.”

2) Female Body Guards – His recent travel may also suggest a diminished dependence on his legendary female guard force, as only one woman bodyguard accompanied him to New York. In the past Gaddafi has traveled with a group of 30 – 40 female security guards that are rumored to be virgins.

3) Self Promotion – When applying for Gaddafi’s visa, one of his staff asked whether it was necessary for the Leader to submit a portrait of himself that fit consular application regulations, noting that his photo was displayed throughout the city and that anyone of hundreds of billboards could be photographed and shrunken to fit the application’s criteria. When the rule was enforced, Gaddafi’s staff reluctantly conceded to take a portrait of the Leader specifically for the visa application.

4) The Man likes his Tent – When one of Gaddafi’s staff began to search for proper accommodations for Gaddafi, he informed us that the Leader must stay on the first floor of any facility that was rented for him. (he separately told U.S. officials in Washington that Gaddafi could not climb more than 35 steps.) He than cited this requirement as the primary reason that the Libyan residence in New Jersey was selected as the preferred accommodation site rather than the Libyan PermRep’s residence in New York City. The member of Gaddafi’s staff also sought to find accommodations with room to pitch Qadhafi’s Bedouin tent, Qadhafi’s traditional site for receiving visitors and conducting meetings, as it offers him a non-verbal way of communicating that he is a man close to his cultural roots.

5) Who fly’s for more than eight hours? – Gaddafi’s dislike of long flights and apparent fear of flying over water also caused logistical headaches for his staff. When discussing flight clearances with Emboffs, the staff explained that the Libyan delegation would arrive from Portugal, as Gaddafi “cannot fly more than eight hours” and would need to overnight in Europe prior to continuing his journey to New York. His staff also revealed in the same conversation that Qadhafi does not like to fly over water. Presumably for similar reasons, Gaddafi staff also requested a stop in Newfoundland to break his travel from Venezuela to Libya on September 29.

6) Gaddafi‘s Trusted Staff - Gaddafi appears to be almost obsessively dependent on a small core of trusted personnel. This group coordinates the logistics of Gaddafi’s visit. This group balanced the UNGA preparations between equally frenetic preparations for the August 31 African Union (AU) Summit and September 1 celebration of Gaddafi’s coup. celebrations, the group takes care of every last detail of these complex gatherings, ranging from the overall program to the position of the press pool. Long-time Gaddafi Chief of Staff Bashir Salah appears to play an equally important role in Gaddafi’s personal retinue, via an old-fashioned green phone. It is next to a red phone, which presumably connects to Gaddafi himself. We constantly hear that National Security Adviser and son, Muatassim, also plays a key role as his father’s confidante and handler during travel abroad. Muatassim also seems to have been tasked with insuring that the Leader’s image is well-preserved through the full array of carefully-planned media events.

7) Gaddafi loves Flamenco Dancing – In addition to the personality quirks revealed through Gaddafi’s travel to New York, the Gaddafi’s preferences for dancing and cultural performances were displayed over the last month. The three-day spectacle of his 40th anniversary in power included performances by dance troupes from Ukraine, Tunisia, Algeria, Egypt, and Morocco, as well as musical performances by bands from Mexico, Russia, New Zealand, and a number of other nations. Gaddafi appeared particularly enthralled by Tuareg horse racing during two of the events, clapping and smiling throughout the races. The flamenco dancers that participated in his celebratory events appeared to spark a similar interest, as Gaddafi decided to stop in Seville (for a “personal trip” according to the Spanish Ambassador here) on his way back to Libya from Venezuela specifically to attend a flamenco dance performance.

8) The Awkward Silence – When Hilary Clinton was briefed for a meeting with Gaddafi she was told Gaddafi is notoriously mercurial. He often avoids making eye contact during the initial portion of meetings, and there may be long, uncomfortable periods of silence.

9) Well Traveled - One member of his staff described Colonel Gaddafi’s attitude to the U.S. as ‘childlike’, quoting him asking: ‘How much of New York… will I get to see?’ and ‘Is Washington far from New York? Do you think I might have time to visit?

10) Gaddafi knows how to have a temper tantrum –
A previous release from WikiLeaks revealed that dangerous nuclear material was left on an airport runway because Colonel Gaddafi threw a tantrum after being refused permission to pitch a tent outside the UN. The Libyan leader allegedly went back on a promise to dispose of weapons-grade uranium after the diplomatic spat and the highly-enriched material came close to cracking its containers and leaking into the atmosphere.

Sunny deol being grilled by Hamid Mir, Mahesh Bhutt, Syed Noor and Jawad...