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Saturday, September 28, 2013

My crumbling temple

I heard MY temple crumbling!!!!
I heard that, there are ant-holes in the walls and floor of my temple, which causes water seepage  
I heard that, the sparkling flowers of my temple garden have turned comatose, thorns and parasitical plants have grown tall
I heard that, the cats of my temple have left long ago and the rats are twirling everywhere
I heard that, sometimes shadows appears in the moonlight which scares the Dog, which is the only defender of my temple
KIU, Gilgit, University, Hunza, Gilgit-Baltistan, Pakistan, Education
Karakoram International University, Gilgit       Photo Credit: Anonymous 
I heard that, the birds have abandoned their nests and have migrated to new places, the atmosphere of my temple is saddened, and chirpings of birds are badly missing
I heard that, the curators have turned ostriches and vultures have turned curators
I heard that, the tallest tree of my temple has dried-up, because of termite which used to stand against the Sun, to protect the temple’s beautiful painted walls and doors.
I heard that, the metal road towards the temple has been crushed by huge traffic and giant vehicles, now the visitors have shunned their visits
I heard that, the new sentry is actually a bandit who has stolen some precious books and the golden pen
I heard that, there are ruffians who have been snatching prayer-beads from temple visitors  
I heard that, hyenas appear from nearby jungles; they yowl, search for carcasses and disappear
I heard that, the rats have their group and the ants have their own, so does the hyenas
I heard that, the cobweb is so thick that the visitors hardly see through the windows glass pane
I heard that, when it rains the drops seeps through the roof, which further weakens my temple
I heard that, the strong winds of winter has smashed all the candles against the walls
I heard that, the prayers, and soulful melodies have turned numb
I heard that, the temple bell is soundless as rust has snatched its blare
I heard that, the only nightingale of my temple garden slain by marauders
I heard that, It’s my temple, it’s my university, it’s the KIU which yens for me but I am frail, helpless can't get there, can’t make the hyenas run away, can't kill the rats and bring back the beautiful cats, can't fill the ant-holes to stop the seepage, as they all have grown stronger and stronger with big mouth, sharp teeth, big bellies, and huge in numbers.

can't even give life to the lifeless flowers and trees as I am not the creator but like others visitors, I want the old days back, with true excitement, and affection. 
One can read the original post on MountainTV

Thursday, September 19, 2013

The commandeered Iqbal

I have been listening and reading about Allama Muhammad Iqbal since my childhood; yet the haziness continues buzzing in my subconscious as to whether Iqbal was a philosopher, a Sufi, a Communist, a political icon, a statesman, a poet, a revolutionist or a religious bigot??? A reflection on his life will help us to understand the paradigm shifts and varying moods of his life.
Mr. Iqbal was a student of German Philosopher Professor Arnold, who was a gem in the philosophical sphere of influence. He turned into a refined diamond after completion of his doctorate philosophy, gaining deep understanding of eastern and western philosophies.
At length, gracefully and remarkably, he did analyze Muslim’s eon, but in the end when a layman would rather expect that doctor Iqbal would talk about IJTIHAAD (the use of reason to arrive at a knowledge of truth in religious or other matters), which could have been a pragmatic or futuristic way forward for the Muslims; Iqbal, instead chose to recommend obsolete, 1400 years old solutions.
Allama Muhammad Iqbal, Poet, Philosopher, and Political Icon
Sketch of Iqbal       Credit: Anonymous 
Being Hindustani lured him too much; egging him on to come up with “Saare Jahan Say Acha, Hindustan Humara.” Years down the line, the epoch of research and experiments of Muslim scientists inspired him to an extent that he joined the Enlightenment Movement. Iqbal played active part to uphold the brighter side of Islamic ideology and practices.

On the other side, having deep knowledge of a large assortment of philosophies of the East and the West, he cherished Communism and he considered it pro-people’s system. One can witness this element in his poetical thought;

“jiss kheth say dehqaan ko muyassar na ho rozi,
Oss kheth k har khosa-e-gandum ko jala do.”

Since there is no ambiguity in communism, there is always support for underprivileged working class of the society.
Iqbal’s poetic thought “Aikhon Muslim Haram ki Pasbaani K liye, Neel K saahil say layker Ta-b-khak-e-Kashger,” reveals that he wasn’t in favor of the great divide or any bitterness among Muslim Uma.

Shadows of the so called Muslim evangelists followed him ubiquitously; therefore he failed to break the cocoons.

Normally, a poet does not care about fame or appreciation, but Iqbal’s involvement in active politics of the subcontinent kept him in the lime light, which proved to be a knock out of his philosophical ideologies. Iqbal did not sacrifice his fame of being a popular leader, nor did he stand for his true philosophical thought; being ignoramus towards philosophy shoved him out unpretentiously.

The dismayed condition of the Muslim world forced him to write “SHIKWA” (a complaint to God), but he had to face immense pressure, especially from pious, and spiritual, devout, sacred and HOLY Muslim evangelists. The power of resistance was so immense he surrendered and failed to stand his words.

Many religious free-lancers even cursed him and called him Kaafir (disbeliever), Angraizon ka Agent (British agent) – an all-time adored conspiracy theory stuffed mantra of the so-called pious Muslims. Even today, the conspiracy theory is in full practice among Muslims across the world, especially Pakistanis, but with slight change: Yahudiun ya Amrikiun Ka Agent (Jewish or American Agent).

To avoid further damage, Iqbal reluctantly engraved “Jawab-e-Shikwa” (Answer to the complaint-God) that be best described as a trick of tranquility. His damage control move worked wonders and bagged him a colossal appreciation, even from his strong critics.  They even jubilated, like a crazy gone-crazy, over his priceless words and praise.

It was a turning point in Iqbal’s life. He just went with the flow rather than resisting the misinterpretations and conflicts of thoughts. His Islamic teaching extended the gap between science and religion. During the era when there was a dire need of revival of Islamic civilization, he promulgated swordsmanship and chauvinistic beliefs.

“Khudi Ka sir-e-Nihan la-Ilaha Il-Allah” &“Shahadat hay matloob-o-maqsood-e-Momin,” such stirring poetries overshadowed the major and enlightened part of his poetical dimensions, where he debated about social changes, political revival and people.

Running between perplexed ideologies, he journeyed towards Sufism in search of internal peace. Some critics have even called it an escape attempt.  One can see impressions of Maulana Rumi’s poetical thoughts in his words; undoubtedly he did fair justice to his mystical journey.

Maneuvering in circles of Maulana Shiblee, Qasim Nanatwi (at that time he was Chief of Deoband), Salman Nadvi and many others, who were highly influential clerics among the Muslims of subcontinent. He was dreadfully baptized by these clerics, which prompted his holy journey to Egypt and Saudi Arabia. In the aftermath of his journey, he unsurprisingly became a unidirectional completely and armored himself with certain Islamic beliefs.

Ironically, he criticized Sufism (which he once cherished), considering Sufism guilty for all kind of damage to Islam and the so called Muslim Uma. Iqbal betrayed Maulana Rumi, Mansoor Hallaj and other Sufis, who he once admired and followed. He then joined the camp of Sheikh Ahmed Sirhindi, who was a key influential religious leader of the Wahhabi sect.

Apart from every controversy, I regard Iqbal as a great poet having boundless flair and styles of poetries ranging from Urdu, Persian and Arabic. Iqbal acquired and polished his poetical skills to a greater extent from his famous teacher Daagh Dehlwi, who lived and died famous.

Wo dana-e-subul, khatm-ul-Rusul, Maula-e-Kul Jiss nay
Ghubar-e-raah ko bakhsha, Faroogh-e-waadi-e-seena.

As one can witness his poetic brilliance in a couplet above, such master pieces are hard to ignore, being a rational decrier. But, if I consider him a philosopher, for me he will remain a confused soul.
Such delusional characteristic of Allama Muhammad Iqbal and its interpretations have left this nation muddled.
One can read the origional post on MountainTV

Thursday, September 12, 2013

They don’t like Chinese anymore…….!!!!

After 1999 it’s my longest stay here at my beautiful hometown, Gulmit, because normally I used to visit my family for short time. It has been quite long and I can notice many changes in social circle as well as in geographical structure of my village.
Habitually I prefer to sit with old aged villagers during my socialization, out of the notion that I can get a true picture of bygone era and the contemporary one.  Past experiences and diverse history accounts are the key of locals to compare and evaluate huge changes that have enveloped the area over the years.
Currently the reconstruction of Karakorum Highway (alsoknown as Silk Route) is a hot topic among the villagers; in a fascinating encounter with some old-aged villagers I received some interesting information, which was an eye opening for me.
The previous Chinese engineers and labors were so kind, friendly, true and dedicated to their cause, their living standards were admiring, ranging from their hygiene standards to safety precautions. They took good care of nature, the locals and their norms all through the construction of the KKH, the highest paved international road in the world. 
They don’t like Chinese anymore, gilgit-baltistan, Hunza, KKH, Silk Route
Made in China 
The KKH project was initiated in 1959 and completed in 1979. Sadly there is an immense difference between today’s Chinese and the previous ones, complain the villagers who had also witnessed the KKH project in the 60s and 70s, referring to the Chinese workers currently working on the realignment and improvement project of the highway.
The Chinese engineers and labors working on the highway’s realignment project live like sheep & goats (Chhat-et Khoor rang), as their hygiene is so poor and their ignorant and materialistic life style, said a 70 year old man.
“The new Chinese workers are astonishingly so corrupt,” he added.
They even sell road construction supplies and use low quality materials, which earns them huge bucks. Several people fear that the corruption among the Chinese workers would translate into bad quality of the highway, which they say will result in the road’s reduced lifespan.
“Yemve kikumer mizg be kert, yashetep ska khu saar durzen khe traa-ep yundun,” said a village elder, meaning “even if the Chinese pee somewhere; they’ll take the soil along to China.” This shows the self-centeredness and ravenousness of the Chinese.
Listening to all these interesting discussions, I realized that the locals have come to a point that our kind neighbors are not benevolent to us; neither have they had soft corner for our endangered traditions and pristine, but fragile nature. 
Rumors, and even some media reports, have it that the government of Pakistan is thinking to hand over Gilgti-Baltistan to China on lease. If true, I believe it will be a bad news not only to the people, but to the nature, culture and economy of the area.

One can read the original post on MountainTV

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Guns and Roses

Antigun sculpture at United Nation, United States of America
Antigun sculpture at the UN
Don’t get me wrong!!!! I am not keen to talk about the Los Angeles based American hard rock band, Guns N’ Roses of 80’s; neither even interested to know the whole lot story about selecting this name for their group.
For me there is a sensitive issue which relates to my subject field and has immense impact on every individual’s life, directly or indirectly, and that is about Guns (weapons of all kind) and Roses (the foolish concept people being protected after holding it). Human being’s inventions have great impact on social life, bad or good depends on their type and intentions behind their usage.
Guns are human beings’ worst ever invention; it started in ninth century when Chinese people used bamboo tubes to fight against Mongol invaders.  From there it gradually ranged to Europe and then with kind support of monetarist vultures it spread all over the World, now almost every fool owns one.
It’s not one feels secure while holding a gun; it rather maximizes one’s fear which leads to a genocidal act. I have a belief that, spending on guns means confirming ones death no matter how good your intentions are. It’s not only third world countries where gun culture is on the rise but the statistics collected by the UNODC (United Nations Office on Drugs and Crimes) and Small Army Survey  through its annual crime, guns and drugs survey.
The UNODC has a special unit of data on firearm homicides, where one can read detail information by the size of population and compare it to other crimes. As some major countries are missing from the records- including Russia, China and Afghanistan -but the list takes in the US, UK and many other developed nations.
According to a study by the Small Arms Survey (2007), the US has the highest gun possession rate in the world, and the average is 88 per 100 people. This places the US first in the world for gun possession, but the number two country, Yemen, has considerably fewer possession rates 54.8 per 100 people.  Surprisingly the US doesn’t have the nastiest gun murder rate; this crown fits to Honduras, El Salvador and Jamaica. But the fact is, the US is stands at number 28, with a rate of 2.97 per 100,000 people
Digging further deep, Puerto Rico stands at first position the world’s table for arms murders, statistics put all killings at 94.8 percent, which is tailed by Sierra Leone in Africa and Saint Kitts and Nevis in the Caribbean.
The deep wounds of World War I & II are still fresh; if one looks back and reads unbiased account of these two ghastly acts of human being, one can easily understand that the only motive behind these two wars were, only to get superiority or to get financial gain.
Hitler and his followers carried guns for what they called their cause. Now, the world calls every German a Nazi, which is a matter of disrespect for many peace loving Germans. The French revolution has its own crying stories. If Muslims from any part of the World carry guns (whatever is the motive behind) we call them terrorists, such prejudicial approach pushes the Muslim world in further isolation.
One alarming issue in the contemporary era is the world’s unipolar state, which means power supremacy in single hand; such state is idealized to graft another world war. The biggest mistake Asian countries have done, especially Pakistan, for helping the US to push back Russians (formerly known as USSR) from Afghanistan. That mistake led this world from bipolar state to unipolar power-state.
The Pakistani establishment wore the crown after tearing down the USSR with the help of benevolent CIA. What happened after that? It’s a dismayed image; generations got brutally destroyed in Afghanistan & Pakistan, damaging the economy and infrastructures.
After the Afghan war (post 80’s) gun culture is on high rise in Pakistan; no one ever feels secure here.  Gun owners are not ashamed; rather owning a gun is a symbol of pride for them. People having passion for guns would worry more about not owning one or the new one, but not about the education of their children or the condition of their home economy.
A father (especially in the tribal area) can easily afford weapons, which normally cost more than PKR 1,00,000 but they never send their children to school, which hardly costs them few hundred rupees. And if there is anyone among them who manages to go to school or (God forbid) to college they became directional literate. This presents a pretty dangerous and grim picture of the so-called nation.
One can read the original post on Mountaintv