Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Terey Ghar main Maan behan nahin hai ?
I saw a clip from an Ajub gul show today. Where he spies on couples. A rip off of the western style reality TV. However the disgusting programing was not what disgusted me. It was a line I heard a mother say to the guy dating her daughter. She catches the couple in a restaurant - on tv i must add - slaps the boy a couple of times and says "tumharey ghar main maan behan nahin hai?". I will let you know my opinion of the mother at the end of this piece but for now lets focus on these magical words which when spoken place you in the right and also guarantee popular support around you by any by standers.
This is the kind of shit line spoken to any boy who is trying to follow a natural and biologically quite normal desire to engage with the opposite sex in Pakistan. Most of the times it will be their own mothers imparting the same lesson in so many words, before everyone else, to install respect and modesty. Girls bank on this statement too whenever they want to push away unsolicited advances. But their lot is pretty bleak in Pakistan and I dont hold it against them because they probably use it as pepper spray to keep them safe from carnal claws.
So lets take a second and see what this statement - that is almost a metaphor for virtue - actually means and where does it derive its authority. Well in the basic implication it banks of the general human taboo of incest. No body wants to be caught fucking their our sister or mother. So the statement has some haughty authority in that sense. So when you say that to someone you imply that you are just like a mother or a sister to the guy trying to get into your pants. Idea is to make him feel ashamed and set him on his way at the same time sanctioning titles of chaste and pure for yourself. However I see something really wrong here. Do you really want a brother or a son that is only thinking about sticking it in you? Just a thought.
Another angle from which this statement holds weight is of course our beloved religion. Since we are used to layering religion into everything from going to take a dump to wiping your ass. Then why not layer this statement too with the unquestionable tone of divine logic. Whether it exists or not is a separate debate, I am just referring to the creative potential of our people to make anything look like it has everything to do with religion and nothing else. So by that token when you say this line to someone you are actually implying that he is already incestuous by expressing his interest - since all Muslims are brothers and sisters of course. Immodesty is wrong - this Islamic concept can be stretched in this case to mean. 'immodesty is like fucking your Mom and your Sis'. I am pretty sure we have heard similar anecdotes before. Like back bitting is eating flesh of dead brother. Taking interest is like fucking your mother. Now that I think of it, we really do talk a lot about fucking our mothers or how some act is like fucking our mothers. Are we that familiar with the feeling that it acts as a universal and easily understandable graphic image?? Again I say it. I find something really wrong with that.
Now to address the final issue I have with the statement. Since our bogus righteousness is legendary by now I find it extremely interesting in that light. If every boy in Pakistan, who solicits a girls is supposed to imagine her as his sister or mother before he does it, then that makes us a nation of incestuous scum. How do the same parents who drum this statement into their children, their friends and anyone who listens justify marriage after that? Would marrying your daughter off not mean that you are marrying her off to her brother? Since any boy who dared come out on his own and asked her out would have this same very line to deal with. So how do brothers and fathers transform into lovers and husbands then ? What is the point where the Pakistani boy is to stop thinking of his 'sisters' as respectful holly entities and just take his cock out to deflower them ?
It does not make sense to me. Does it to you?
So I would say to the mother slapping the boy on Tv. You are a pimp for ur daughter. Even worse. Cause you did not even feel bad about having her fucked by her brother on TV did you?? What sort of a mother are you ??
This is the kind of shit line spoken to any boy who is trying to follow a natural and biologically quite normal desire to engage with the opposite sex in Pakistan. Most of the times it will be their own mothers imparting the same lesson in so many words, before everyone else, to install respect and modesty. Girls bank on this statement too whenever they want to push away unsolicited advances. But their lot is pretty bleak in Pakistan and I dont hold it against them because they probably use it as pepper spray to keep them safe from carnal claws.
So lets take a second and see what this statement - that is almost a metaphor for virtue - actually means and where does it derive its authority. Well in the basic implication it banks of the general human taboo of incest. No body wants to be caught fucking their our sister or mother. So the statement has some haughty authority in that sense. So when you say that to someone you imply that you are just like a mother or a sister to the guy trying to get into your pants. Idea is to make him feel ashamed and set him on his way at the same time sanctioning titles of chaste and pure for yourself. However I see something really wrong here. Do you really want a brother or a son that is only thinking about sticking it in you? Just a thought.
Another angle from which this statement holds weight is of course our beloved religion. Since we are used to layering religion into everything from going to take a dump to wiping your ass. Then why not layer this statement too with the unquestionable tone of divine logic. Whether it exists or not is a separate debate, I am just referring to the creative potential of our people to make anything look like it has everything to do with religion and nothing else. So by that token when you say this line to someone you are actually implying that he is already incestuous by expressing his interest - since all Muslims are brothers and sisters of course. Immodesty is wrong - this Islamic concept can be stretched in this case to mean. 'immodesty is like fucking your Mom and your Sis'. I am pretty sure we have heard similar anecdotes before. Like back bitting is eating flesh of dead brother. Taking interest is like fucking your mother. Now that I think of it, we really do talk a lot about fucking our mothers or how some act is like fucking our mothers. Are we that familiar with the feeling that it acts as a universal and easily understandable graphic image?? Again I say it. I find something really wrong with that.
Now to address the final issue I have with the statement. Since our bogus righteousness is legendary by now I find it extremely interesting in that light. If every boy in Pakistan, who solicits a girls is supposed to imagine her as his sister or mother before he does it, then that makes us a nation of incestuous scum. How do the same parents who drum this statement into their children, their friends and anyone who listens justify marriage after that? Would marrying your daughter off not mean that you are marrying her off to her brother? Since any boy who dared come out on his own and asked her out would have this same very line to deal with. So how do brothers and fathers transform into lovers and husbands then ? What is the point where the Pakistani boy is to stop thinking of his 'sisters' as respectful holly entities and just take his cock out to deflower them ?
It does not make sense to me. Does it to you?
So I would say to the mother slapping the boy on Tv. You are a pimp for ur daughter. Even worse. Cause you did not even feel bad about having her fucked by her brother on TV did you?? What sort of a mother are you ??
Monday, March 22, 2010
Moving on !!
Rona ata hai mujhey. Jab main sunta hon kay aik baap ka chota beta bomb blast main mar gaya. Us nay apni sari umar guzar di apney betay ko parhaney kay liye. Bhoka reh kay. Ghar kay beghar. Logon say mang kay. Naukari kay saath mangna assan nahin. Kabhi koi aisa waqat na deekhay. Ghairat ki dhagiyan ur jati hain. Apnay aap to mar kar haath agay karney partey hain.
I still remember his tears. As he asked everyone he possibly knew to help him raise the money for his child's tuition at school. He had not eaten in 2 days. He had no house. But he had a bigger heart than I have ever come across. All he had was a piece of land on which he wanted to make a future house. He offered it to me after we had become friends having found out that I was having financial problems. I know many would roll their eyes saying he knew I was not going to accept the offer. But I remember his face and his eyes. More honest than mine. He would have backed his word no matter how hard it would have been, had I but asked for it. It takes a lot to reach that level of sincerity. I would die for a friend like that. And I would happily snatch those rolling eyeballs out of their sockets so that they are never able to look down on anyone again.
But wait a second. What was his fucking fault? Why am I talking about him in past tense like he is dead and over. Maybe he is in a way after the recent tragedy. But why is there this implicit assumption in my statements that this does not concern me and I need to move on. The past tense is the most visible sign of this atrocious human belief that makes us think that our life is the only one we are responsible for. Every man for himself right? But for how long. 70 - 80 - 100 years ? Then what ? would it be all worth it by the end ?
" On a long enough timeline the survival rate of everything becomes zero" - Tyler Durden
I for one have had it and dont want to move on. Even though its the 'healthier' thing to do. I dont want to move away from the dead body of this child. I cant do that anymore. There are too many carcases lying around in my head to allow me to do that. I could move on when for the first time i came across such a decision to disregard all that could not touch me. I did it repeatedly over the years after that - our nation having a natural knack for it. But now all those carcases have started to rot. Cause I or anyone else did not bother to bury them like they should have been. I cant shove this new body with the old. Just the smell might be enough to knock me out if I open the lid of the 'moving on' compartment in my head.
There is anger. There is resentment. There is a loss so deep that I cant even attribute it as a human emotion. But most of all there is this feeling of helplessness at not being able to do anything. Of not having been able to do anything my entire life. If history is a guide 'moving on' will produce similar results for the foreseeable future. I only have one thing to say abt such an existence. Even a Gando lives a better and more honest life cause he at least knows, feels and willingly accepts the cock going inside of him. Moving on is like being rapped while you are blindfolded and unconscious. The pain only appears a lot after when you cant even really be sure what happened.
And we as Pakistani's should know about that pain. Cause whats happening today did not start over night. I hope the assholes of our grand-father's and father's generation are bleeding and on fire right now. But that is too much to hope for. They are not Gandos. They probably dont even feel it anymore.
So the questions are:
what to do?
what to say?
what to feel?
and WHO THE FUCK TO SPEAK TO ??
Because the only response in my head right now is finding the guy who planned the attack and bashing his face in with a brick till his skull collapses like an egg shell and all trace of human features is removed. Some people just dont deserve the respect humans should get - scanty and meager as it is.
I still remember his tears. As he asked everyone he possibly knew to help him raise the money for his child's tuition at school. He had not eaten in 2 days. He had no house. But he had a bigger heart than I have ever come across. All he had was a piece of land on which he wanted to make a future house. He offered it to me after we had become friends having found out that I was having financial problems. I know many would roll their eyes saying he knew I was not going to accept the offer. But I remember his face and his eyes. More honest than mine. He would have backed his word no matter how hard it would have been, had I but asked for it. It takes a lot to reach that level of sincerity. I would die for a friend like that. And I would happily snatch those rolling eyeballs out of their sockets so that they are never able to look down on anyone again.
But wait a second. What was his fucking fault? Why am I talking about him in past tense like he is dead and over. Maybe he is in a way after the recent tragedy. But why is there this implicit assumption in my statements that this does not concern me and I need to move on. The past tense is the most visible sign of this atrocious human belief that makes us think that our life is the only one we are responsible for. Every man for himself right? But for how long. 70 - 80 - 100 years ? Then what ? would it be all worth it by the end ?
" On a long enough timeline the survival rate of everything becomes zero" - Tyler Durden
I for one have had it and dont want to move on. Even though its the 'healthier' thing to do. I dont want to move away from the dead body of this child. I cant do that anymore. There are too many carcases lying around in my head to allow me to do that. I could move on when for the first time i came across such a decision to disregard all that could not touch me. I did it repeatedly over the years after that - our nation having a natural knack for it. But now all those carcases have started to rot. Cause I or anyone else did not bother to bury them like they should have been. I cant shove this new body with the old. Just the smell might be enough to knock me out if I open the lid of the 'moving on' compartment in my head.
There is anger. There is resentment. There is a loss so deep that I cant even attribute it as a human emotion. But most of all there is this feeling of helplessness at not being able to do anything. Of not having been able to do anything my entire life. If history is a guide 'moving on' will produce similar results for the foreseeable future. I only have one thing to say abt such an existence. Even a Gando lives a better and more honest life cause he at least knows, feels and willingly accepts the cock going inside of him. Moving on is like being rapped while you are blindfolded and unconscious. The pain only appears a lot after when you cant even really be sure what happened.
And we as Pakistani's should know about that pain. Cause whats happening today did not start over night. I hope the assholes of our grand-father's and father's generation are bleeding and on fire right now. But that is too much to hope for. They are not Gandos. They probably dont even feel it anymore.
So the questions are:
what to do?
what to say?
what to feel?
and WHO THE FUCK TO SPEAK TO ??
Because the only response in my head right now is finding the guy who planned the attack and bashing his face in with a brick till his skull collapses like an egg shell and all trace of human features is removed. Some people just dont deserve the respect humans should get - scanty and meager as it is.
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