Main kis ke hath pay apna lahoo talaash karoun...

While the prime minister indulges in enraged arguments citing his sons innocence, while the long march lawyer leader prepares his stinging response to protect the looted money stashed away in foreign accounts, while the lions of Raiwind roar only to back off when the time for the hunt begins, because there own paws are stuck in muddy grounds on hypocrisy. While new provinces are created and while every one is playing a tune of their own... The land burns, sons and daughters of this soil, returned to rest in the motherly lap of that same soil. Blood flows more often than the ravines do. While enemies circles above our heads like hungry vultures waiting for the last rites to be served, we consume our own flesh like cannibals, some in the name of religion, some in the name of sects and others in the name of democracy. While some bellies have never known a single pang of hunger, others strive for that one elusive meal that would relieve them of days of hunger. While some are so noble and their honor so important that blood of others can be used to draw the no go area around them, honor of others is open for sale in markets.

 While all of you seek change for betterment, yet you are so dismissive of any change in yourself for the betterment. While you search for the direction to divert the blame, you close your eyes to your own faults. While you preach silence in the face of all adversity and injustice, you still want a revolution. While the death of others is merely an item to adorn your newspapers, news channels and political election shops, it is actually the end of everything worth living for others.
And then you ask, why is all this is happening? While for some death of a dog on the banks of river Tigris was  a reminder that he will have to answer for this, others see humans, yes they are not statistics they are humans that are dying by the tens and hundreds every day and feel nothing.
While it is someone else's time to mourn the loss of their loved ones, remember the consequences of our actions catch us at times we expect the least. And stay assured it will come round to meet us one day.
 While Rome was burning Nero was playing his flute... The flames are rising to the sky and all we hear is the sweet tune of the flute, but stay assured soon we will all hear the bell toll for us. And when we cross over to the other side, all the sons and daughters of this land that were buried in blood and ash will ask us, " main kis ke haath pay apna lahoo talaash karoun...". While yous still can, find the answer to this question, better still find a way to stop the tune of the flute and putt out the flames. Because if you do not do so while others burn today, tomorrow it will be our abode that turns to ashes.

Idealists and the never ending trials of time

The world is a very practical place and  idealists are hardly suited for long term survival here. The world has called them lunatics, freaks, a threat to society, some were even blamed to be anarchists. Yet the reality of today was once a dream of some lunatics, fully committed to their cause, to their ideal.To achieve any major goal a bit of madness is required. Mere mortals they may seem yet their spirit has an element of immortality, it is like an indestructible element that never goes away. This is may be God's gift to them a quality of immortality, though in the minutest proportion, yet enough to change the ways considered as norms by society. But even after gaining so much from the madness of these lunatics, society still persecutes them. Every new age has its on trial for these so called lunatics.But whenever we aim for a task, whose magnitude instills a fear in us, we look for examples, examples of these mad men, these people truly committed to their ideals.

  We all want examples because they inspire us... help us believe that the dwindling light deep within us is capable of lighting the path beyond the realm of darkness. Yet those people who became examples, i like to think never thought about looking for examples... they just knew their light will fight the darkness and guide them through and just started walking. With each step arose a fear of the unknown and the path filled with sharp edged rocks of reality yet they walked and though most the stories have ended in tragedy or failure, yet i still believe that they succeeded. As i once said, an idealist , may never be able to withstand the trial of time and society. Because he/she is but mere bones and flesh and a mortal existence. Yet if the idea they perished for lives on in us even today, then that is the most fitting response by an idealist to the trials and inquisitions of time and society. A testimony to their success which gets covered by dust of the hardships and calamities they had to endure. Not every end is as well scripted and acted out as in movies, this is life and the trials of time and society still are as unwavering as ever. And so are the lunatic idealists, unwavering and committed to their cause as ever. And to the day this spirit lives on, dreams of today would become the world of tomorrow yet in every age to come society will still have the same non acceptance for these idealists, because in the world of today they show us the visions of tomorrow!