Faiz Sb's death anniversary and what we have become now (an insight via morning shows)

Over the past few days due to some health issues I am on sick leave and thus I am unable to go to my day job. Having been advised to rest and to "take it easy" I tuned to the TV channels in the morning and if I had seen that torture much longer I would have decided to wear a jacket and blow myself and go to paradise.

Media is a reflection of the state of our society and these morning shows are a very accurate depiction of why Pakistan is going nowhere in terms of development and progress. First thing to note about these morning shows is that there is a standard format of morning shows, in which there is one attractive looking woman or a man who is hosting it (the thought of people looking up to these idiots is nauseating to say the least!).

Once, your eyes are accustomed to the torturous and badly designed sets with so many colors that one reminisces the by-gone era of monochrome TV; you will note that the quality of the content in these shows is appalling. I saw some people were blowing party horns in one show; In another one old lady is teaching the host the right way to spread katha (catechu) on pan (betel leaves), thus promoting the use of carcinogenic substances in a cultural manner!

I feel very sad and hurt to see the intellectual state of the media now and if our masses get this “information diet” then I am sure they will end up with unhealthy minds. I now ponder that whether our masses will ever realize their true purpose in life and how they can move forward.

 

There is only one way out of this state of limbo and that is to:

·         “DISCONNECT” from the mass media and

·         start reading and researching (one can always consult professors and specialists for that).

In this way, the quest for truth and the true meaning to life can begin.

 

It will be more than appropriate to remind all of you that today is 20^th November, the death anniversary of the great Pakistani poet Faiz Ahmed Faiz. Faiz Sahab’s contributions to Pakistani society and literature are unparalleled. In remembrance of the great man who left us 29 years ago and in a bid to wake all of you up from your deep comforting slumber, please go through the following verses by Faiz Sb:

 

“vo buto.n ne Daale hai.n vasvase ki dilo.n se Khauf-e-Khudaa gayaa
vo pa.Dii hai.n roz qayaamate.n ki Khayaal-e-roz-e-jazaa gayaa

(So much) cynicism (waswasa also means confusion; uncertainty) is created by the idols that fear of God has vanished from hearts.
(Because People) have gone through Armageddon daily the thought of the Day of Judgment is gone.

jo nafas thaa Khaar-e-gul banaa jo uThaa to haath qalam huye
vo nishaat-e-aah-sahar ga_ii vo viqaar-e-dast-e-duaa gayaa

My breath has turned into thorn in my throat; my raised hands are dripping with blood.
The bliss of the sigh of dawn is no more, pride in hands raised in prayer, no more.

na vo rang fasl-e-bahaar kaa na ravish vo abr-e-bahaar kii
jis adaa se yaar the aashnaa vo mizaaj-e-baad-e-sabaa gayaa

The colors of the spring season (are no more), the ways of cloud of the spring season no more.
The spirit of the early breeze with which my friends were familiar the is gone

abhii baadabaa.N ko tah rakho abhii muzatarib hai ruKh-e-havaa
kisii raaste me.n hai.n mu.ntazir vo sukuu.N jo aake chalaa gayaa

Keep the sail (baadban) furled; the winds are blowing in (muztarib) varied directions
Waiting in some path is the tranquility that came and went”

Vo buto.n ne Daale hai.n vasvase ki dilo.n se Khauf-e-Khudaa gayaa

Faiz Ahmed Faiz

 

 

WAKE UP EVERYONE!

PAKISTAN PAINDABAD!