Salam and Duaien ...
Friends Pandora Pitari has surfaced again . . .
Upfront some folk wisdom :-
خربوزے کو دیکھ کر خربوزہ رنگ پکڑتا ہے۔
جو ویکھاں او بھیکاں۔
نیلے نال دھولا بنھو، رنگ بے شک نہ وٹاے خصلتاں ضرور سکھسی۔
اور سٹرس سیزن میں اکثر سننے کو ملتا ہے، جہڑا کپسو او ہی لال اے۔
Pakistan is a Benevolent Caravan where its Drivers, Cleaners, Washers, Enforcers and Courtiers all blossom at the cost of Caravan while its passengers starve and quiver in pain and agony. The Caravan itself DEGENERATES and constantly CIRCLES on the rails of Perpetual Decay … Singing …
یہ تو وہی جگہ ہے گذرے تھے ہم جہاں سے۔
Friends the punishment of degeneration is unstoppable BACKSLIDING aided by the loss of functions, the decay of organs - ‘ATROPHY’ all around ... and the recovery of the backslider is one of the hardest encountered problems, because to reinvigorate an old organ is always more difficult and hopeless.
The backslider's terrible lot is to have to retrace with enfeebled feet each step of the way along which it strayed; to make up inch by inch the leeway it has lost. Carrying with it a dead-weight of acquired reluctance; and the haunting oppressive memories of the grievous fall.
CAN BE DONE, it can happen and has happened many a times …
With Determination and Sincerity of Purpose, if we destine the ‘Thriving Demonic Labyrinth’ of Conspiracy, Greed, Self before State and Lust for Power, structured by G M & Co in the 50s to the garbage bin where it rightfully belongs ... WE CAN DO IT ...
Else Pindora Boxes will keeping surfacing with intermittent intervals AND BACKSLIDING ... GOD FORBID.
My update on 1 October read :-
اب بوئے گل،نہ بادِ صبا چاہتے ہیں لوگ
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1 comment:
A very befitting comment on Pandora papers expose.This is for the umpteenth time we are told, how mercilessly our caravan has been plundered by those at the helm themselves. It has become such a routine affair, that not an eyebrow is raised. The caravan is powerless against these vultures. Our sense of destiny is rendered so foggy and rudderless.
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