Both of Babaji’s objections were correct, I myself have been feeling for a long time, a disgust, an indifference has come into my writing. The bitterness, the fire and the searing pain that characterized this writing is fading. Why is this happening? I often question myself. Every time I give myself the same answer, no new topic, no new issue. I presented the same justification to Babaji. I told him, “Babaji! How many columns can be written on inflation? How far can one write on unemployment, ignorance, ill-will and disease? Bad faith, government writ, government indifference, looting, corruption, office delay, red How many tons of articles can be printed on feta and political machinations and deceit? After all, the human mind has a limit, you can do it to a certain extent. She cries and cries, but for how long? An hour, a day, or a week, at last between screams, the screams turn to sobs and sobs, the anguished heart is torn. A little whimper, a little pain. The sigh remains.”
The columns of the columnists are also a bean, a cry. This cry, this bean tells that people! You have been oppressed, you have fallen, you have been ruined. If the people are attracted by this scream and this warning and the oppressor stops, then the duty of the columnist and the columnist has been fulfilled, but if the oppressor continues to oppress despite these screams, these warnings, and does not stop his hand for a moment, his If the sweat of regret does not come on the forehead, then that scream, that bean is nothing but an air pollution. Even if people consider this scream and this bean as trivial and give it the status of a routine, these screams are no more than a bush, a dry rot and a crushed grass in the forest of sounds. What will the watchman do if the watchman’s announcement of “Stay awake” scares the crowd and the eyes of the people of the neighbourhood are not opened? Even his pupils will be sleepy, his conscience will start yawning.
Believe me when I sit down to write, I ask myself, for whom am I writing? For those people who have the habit of enduring slavery, the habit of tolerating abuses, who have settled in their veins, who read the story of the injustice done to them as a myth, who laugh at the witness of their murder or for a government that considers appeals for mercy as the “pointless noise” of madmen and hypocrites. I have come to the conclusion; you cannot turn a bull into a leopard by lecturing. Can’t even awaken sympathy for a goat in the heart of a wolf, sorry friends! The truth is that the weeper is tired. After all, there is a limit to call to prayer in cemeteries!
The second objection is that I have seen such terrible faces of hypocrisy of politicians in the last four decades that the word politics stinks to me. I feel that I am sitting on the wall of a garbage house, a wall in which every quality, every attribute of the name of principle, justice, loyalty, honesty, and conscience is rotting, because of which I call myself God. Considers the best of creatures, I see insects crawling in the bodies of these attributes, these qualities. I have seen these people abusing their benefactors in the last three decades. I saw critics of military rulers licking their soles. You will remember that when General Zia-ul-Haq said that I should signal these politicians, they should not delay for a moment in coming to me wagging their tails. Even then, I used to write under the title of political analysis, so I used to see the signs and tails moving easily and kept writing according to my style, but Musharraf’s reign is a matter of yesterday, we all saw the signs with open eyes. I have seen tails wagging and tongues sticking out without it.
You can abuse a jealous person, but the shame of his eyes has died, who does not take as long to change his party, change his loyalty, forget his ideology and manifesto as it takes to change his vest or change his socks. How bad will they say? Dude! Better than him was the person who said that I had gone so far in denial that it was impossible for me to return. Old man! Think for yourself! What should be written on this stench? What sun will rise from this filth and rotting garbage houses, what future are these people laying the foundation for? People who grow up in the womb of corruption are born with their ego, their conscience, and their language as hostage. What can be expected from a democracy that is taking a beating in the belly of a dictatorship?
Those who could not stick to their ideals, those who could not stand up to their leaders, what will become of me or you? How will they interpret my ideas, my feelings, and my emotions? What suns of change will they carve out for me, what will they plant for the dawn of revolution?
What message are these politicians of ours sending to the oppressed and backward people of Kashmir, who are sacrificing their lives to achieve their rights despite the restrictions imposed by the Indian Army for the last 76 years and to bring this movement to its logical end in any case? Everything is at stake. the Indian Army was so afraid of the 86-year-old weak man of Hurriyat, Mr. Syed Ali Geelani, that it kept him and many of his comrades locked up in torture cells for years and was so afraid of his shroud dressed in the Pakistani flag. Despite imposing a curfew in all of Kashmir, they immediately took possession of his dead body and buried it in the cemetery of Haiderpura very quickly against his will. Why doesn’t anyone ask these cruel beasts to learn from history that jail bars, or such cruel measures can block the way of Kashmir’s freedom? Has Syed Ali Geelani, the beloved leader of Kashmiris, been separated from the hearts of the people? Can the determination of Mujahida Syeda Asia Andrabi be weakened? History is a witness that this has never happened and is not possible now! Then why our ruling elites do not understand that tomorrow history will remember them and our politicians by what name tomorrow?
Swear to God! I am ashamed of my existence, I am ashamed, in what era, in what era I am living. In what era, in what era will I leave my children, my future generation. I am lighter than this breeze. I have done, if it works, one drop of stench, half a mass of rot will be reduced from the world and Baba Ji says that I should write on these politicians, give bad prayers to Satan, he demands knowing that Loud crying, angry shouting do not wake up the dead, nor do evil curses kill the devil.
