‘What is Hinduism?’ by Jawaharlal Nehru

‘The foreigners (Muslims, Turks),’ says Vincent Smith, ‘like their forerunners the Sakas and the Yueh-chi, universally yielded to the wonderful assimilative power of Hinduism, and rapidly became Hinduised.’

What is Hinduism?

In this quotation Vincent Smith has used the words ‘Hinduism’ and ‘Hinduised’. I do not think it is correct to use them in this way unless they are used in the widest sense of Indian culture. They are apt to mislead to-day when they are associated with a much narrower, and specifically religious, concept. The word ‘Hindu’ does not occur at all in our ancient literature. The first reference to it in Indian book is, I am told, in a Tantrik work of the eighth century A.C., where ‘Hindu’ means a people and not the followers of a particular religion. But it is clear that the word is a very old one, as it occurs in the Avesta and in old Persian. It was used then and for a thousand years or more later by the peoples of western and central Asia for India, or rather for the people living on the other side of the Indus river. The word is clearly derived from Sindhu, the old, as well as the present, Indian name for the Indus. From this Sindhu came the words Hindu and Hindustan, as well as Indus and India.
The famous Chinese pilgrim I-tsing, who came to India in the seventh century A.C., writes in his record of travels that the ‘northern tribes’, that is the people of Central Asia, called India ‘Hindu’ (Hsin-tu) but, he adds, ‘this is not at all a common name … and the most suitable name for India is the Noble Land (Aryadesha).’ The use of the word ‘Hindu’ in connection with a particular religion is of very late occurrence.
The old inclusive term for religion in India was Arya dharma. Dharma really means something more than religion. It is from a root word which means to hold together; it is the inmost constitution of a thing, the law of its inner being. It is an ethical concept which includes the moral code, righteousness, and the whole range of man’s duties and responsibilities. Arya dharma would include all the faiths (Vedic and non-Vedic) that orignated in India; it was used by Buddhists and Jains as well as by those who accepted the Vedas. Bhudda always called his way to salvation the ‘Aryan Path’.
The expression Vedic dharma was also used in ancient times to signify more particularly and exclusively all those philosophies, moral teachings, ritual and practices, which were supposed to derive from the Vedas. Thus all those who acknowledged the general authority of the Vedas could be said to belong to the Vedic dharma.
Sanatana dharma, meaning the ancient religion, could be applied to any of the ancient Indian faiths (including Buddhism and Jainism), but the expression has been more or less monopolized to-day by some orthodox sections among the Hindu who claim to follow the ancient faith.
Buddhism and Jainism were certainly not Hinduism or even the Vedic dharma. Yet they arose in India and were integral parts of Indian life, culture and philosophy. A Buddhist or Jain in India is a hundred percent product of Indian thought and culture, yet neither is Hindu by faith. It is, therefore, entirely misleading to refer to Indian culture as Hindu culture. In later ages this culture was greatly influenced by the impact of Islam, and yet it remained basically and distinctively Indian. To-day it is experiencing in a hundred ways the powerful effect of the industrial civilization, which rose in the west, and it is difficult to say with any precision what the outcome will be.
Hinduism, as a faith, is vague, amorphous, many-sided, all things to all men. It is hardly possible to define it, or indeed to say definitely whether it is a religion or not, in the usual sense of the word. In its present form, and even in the past, it embraces many beliefs and practices, from the highest to the lowest, often opposed to or contradicting each other. Its essential spirit seems to be to live and let live. Mahatma Gandhi has attempted to define it: ‘If I were asked to define the Hindu creed, I should simply say: Search after the truth through non-violent means. A man may not believe in God and still call himself a Hindu. Hinduism is a relentless pursuit after truth … Hinduism is the religion of truth. Truth is God. Denial of God we have known. Denial of truth we have not known.’ Truth and non-violence so says Gandhi: but many eminent and undoubted Hindu say that non-violence, as Gandhi understands it, is no essential part of the Hindu creed. We thus have truth left by itself as the distinguishing mark of Hinduism. That, of course, is no definition at all.
It is, therefore, incorrect and undesirable to use ‘Hindu’ or ‘Hinduism’ for Indian culture, even with reference to the distant past, although the various aspects of thought, as embodied in ancient writings, were the dominant expression of that culture. Much more is it incorrect to use those terms, in that sense, to-day. So long as the old faith and philosophy were chiefly a way of life and an outlook on the world, they were largely synonymous with Indian culture; but when a more rigid religion developed with all manner of ritual and ceremonial, it became something more and at the same time much less than that composite culture. A Christian or a Moslem could, and often did, adapt himself to the Indian way of life and culture, and yet remained in faith and orthodox Christian or Moslem. He had Indianized himself and became an Indian without changing his religion.
The correct word for ‘Indian’, as applied to country or culture or the historical continuity of our varying traditions is ‘Hindi’, from ‘Hind’, a shortened form of Hindustan. Hind is still commonly used for India. In the countries of Western Asia, in Iran and Turkey, in Iraq, Afghanistan, Egypt, and elsewhere, India has always been referred to, and is still called, Hind; and everything Indian is called ‘Hindi’. ‘Hindi’ has nothing to do with religion, and a Moslem or Christian Indian is as much a Hindi as a person who follows Hinduism as a religion. Americans who call all Indians Hindus are not far wrong; they would be perfectly correct if they used the word ‘Hindi’. Unfortunately, the word ‘Hindi’ has been associated in India with a particular script -the devanagri script of Sanskrit- so it has become difficult to use it in its larger and more natural significance. Perhaps when present-day controversies subside we may revert to its original and more satisfying use. To-day, the word ‘Hindustani’ is used for Indian; it is, of course, derived from Hindustan. But this is too much of a mouthful and it has no such historical and cultural associations as ‘Hindi’ has. It would certainly appear odd to refer to ancient periods of Indian culture as ‘Hindustani’.
Whatever the word we may use, Indian or Hindi or Hindustani, for our cultural tradition, we see in the past that some inner urge towards synthesis, derived essentially from the Indian philosophic outlook, was the dominant feature of Indian cultural, and even racial, development. Each incursion of foreign elements was a challenge to this culture, but it was met successfully by a new synthesis and a process of absorption. This was also a process of rejuvenation and new blooms of culture arose out of it, the background and essential basis, however, remaining much the same.

*This blogpost is directly copied/typed from the book ‘The Discovery Of India’ !


The One Who Wants No Prisoners !

I first came to know about General Abdul Raziq when he was supposedly forced to resign from his post as Kandahar Police chief. My interest in him grew when I watched another video clip of his that had started making rounds on the internet in which he asks the soldiers under his command to refrain from taking Taliban prisoners and killing them all. Such an aggressive tone towards Taliban and that also in Taliban’s birthplace (Kandahar) : I thought about how the hell has he managed to stay alive! Interestingly, I was informed about his confrontation with death yet again via another TV show in which a Pakistani Pushtoon politician was being grilled for having met General Abdul Raziq. In that video broadcast by the Pakistani TV channel, General Raziq maintains a very stern tone towards Pakistan. He also boasts of having survived several assassination attempts in the form of suicide bombers and vows to remain a die-hard enemy of Punjab (Pakistani Taliban or Pakistani establishment) even if he has to face a hundred more assassination attempts. 

This chain of events, chronological in my case, qualified him to ascend to my list of ‘interesting individuals’. Now, to really know about the degree of interesting-ness (I don’t know even if that is a word), one needs to know more about his deeds. 

Recently I got hold of a report by Anand Gopal titled ‘Kandahar’s Mystery Executions’ which also features General Raziq. The report is pay-walled on that site, which is why I have uploaded it here so that you can read it.

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You saw the whole episode but you didn’t OBSERVE ! [Part II]

This post is a continuation of a series written on the race for PB 2 Quetta 2 seat in general elections 2013, Pakistan. Incase you have missed the story, here is the link to :

Part 1

The loss of PB 2 seat to the religious extremist group, MWM, seems pretty much indigestible to Hazara community in general and HDP in particular, even almost 2 weeks after the announcement of results! The Hazaras are in a state of, i don’t know what you call it in english, but believe me, it is not a good mental state!

Continuing with the episode …

After the announcement of the results ( I mean the result which was changed or what most of people believe so), the Hazara Democratic Party’s social handles (HDP Official FB and HDP Official Twitter) went mute. This was a surprise blow for HDP. Seeing the public support and all the leads they had achieved from different polling station, losing the seat was the last thing they expected. Therefore, the concerned office holders of HDP are said to have gone out to check about what had caused the results to get  changed suddenly!

Status Update by a Concerned Hazara
Status Update by a Concerned Hazara

There are unconfirmed reports about this sudden change of results. Some people blame Sardar Sadaat for visting Cannt ( that means a deal was brokered with the establishment ) , others blame MWM of using unfair means in the elections. Whatever it may have been, people eye the results with suspicion!

The announcement of MWM’s win was declared official, however it was not uploaded to election commision’s website due to the objections raised by HDP and Sahar Gul.

Picture of the document
Picture of the document

Votes were recounted on May 12 in Kacheri late in the night and when the votes were still being counted, i.e. the counting had not finished yet, the above document was uploaded in a pro-MWM page.

Until that moment HDP was not sure about its loss. This recounting confirmed it !

The same night, 6 rockets were fired on Quetta city and a sucide blast targetted Mushtaq Sukhera, IG Balochistan. He survived the attack !

May 13th , a pro-extrimist and propagandist page (one of the most filthiest of it’s kinds), announced Abdul Khaliq Hazara ill to cause panic among the people!

A wrong, hypocritical and panic inducing news !
A wrong, hypocritical and panic inducing news !

They often use this techniques to casue misconceptions and panic among the already tense people of Quetta.

HDP leadership addressing a press conference !
HDP leadership addressing a press conference !

Meanwhile, Abdul Khaliq Hazara was safe and sound addressing a press conference in which he turned down the forged results of the election. You can access the Press release here!

Mustafa Taimoori, candidate PB 6, congratulating MWM clergy !
Mustafa Taimoori, candidate PB 6, congratulating MWM clergy !

Meanwhile, on May 13th MWM was busy entertaining the guests and elders of different places who had arrived to congratulate them on their win !

A large number of HDP workers and leadership protesring outside Quetta Press Club
A large number of HDP workers and leadership protesring outside Quetta Press Club

Hazara Democratic Party and its leadership, after issuing a press statement continued to protest against the injustice done to them. They staged a peaceful and civilized protest outside Press club on May 14th.

Later in the night, a boy, reportedly an admin of one of the propagandist pages was attacked by some unkown people. The boys picture was uploaded on the page and its caption read :

Interestingly, the picture doesnot indicate any sign of stabbing on his neck but chest. But if he was stabbed as shown in the picture, I, for instance do not think he would be able to pose for a picture. Anyhow, as I mentioned earlier, an admin of a propagandist page!

The pic which was uploaded under the boastful caption
The pic which was uploaded under the boastful caption

I would otherwise have avoided uploaading the above picture but I wanted you people to have an idea about how these certain pages make mountains out of a haystake !

A flood of men and women took out to streets to condole the HDP leadership and show their support even after losing the seat.
A flood of men and women took out to streets to condole the HDP leadership and show their support even after losing the seat.

May 15th, was the day when a flood of HDP supporters including men, women and children took to the streets to show their support to the HDP leadership and raise their morale. This conveyed the message that HDP still is very popular among people !

These series of events were very confusing to watch. A fine line had been drawn between the factions of the Hazara community and the aftershocks of the elections engraved that pretty deep which is very difficult to fill in near future.

MWM Clergies with supporters
MWM Clergies with supporters

On Friday 17th May 2013, MWM clergies after comming to power, organized a protest against mutilation of grave of a companion of Imam Ali. A like wise protest was held on last friday of Ramazan in 2010 by the same clergies in which more than 75 Hazara youth lost their life.

Quds Rally Organized by MWM clergies in September 2010
Quds Rally Organized by MWM clergies in September 2010

Ballot papers bearing votes of HDP found in trash dumps in Gulistan Town
Ballot papers bearing votes of HDP found in trash dumps in Gulistan Town

On 16th May, HDP miraculously found a solid evidence against the informalities that had occured against them. Authentic ballot papers mostly bearing HDP votes were found from trash cans and areas where trash is dumped.

Abdul Khaliq Hazara protested against it on GEO TV in the eve of 17th May on Capital Talk programme with Pakistan’s senior journalist Hamid Meer. You can listen to him here. Forward the video to 20:00 !

A huge Jalsa after election, organized by HDP
A huge Jalsa after election, organized by HDP

A huge public gathering was called on 18th May by HDP which was attended by 10,000 people according to some sources (not confirmed but you can estimate from the picture)

Women also present in the Jalsa called by HDP on 17th May on Alamdar Road
Women also present in the Jalsa called by HDP on 17th May on Alamdar Road

The number of people present in the gathering even after the election shows the support HDP has gained among Hazara community.

When appeals to the courts and election commision’s regional office in Balochistan could not solve the concerns of HDP, Abdul Khaliq Hazara left for Islamabad to protest against the rigging  on 18th May.

Abdul Khaliq Hazara Showing Authentic Ballot Paprers To Media Infront Of Election Commision Office in Islamabad
Abdul Khaliq Hazara Showing Authentic Ballot Paprers To Media Infront Of Election Commision Office in Islamabad

Likewise, HDP conducted a public gathering in Hazara Town to enlighten people against the game that has been plotted against them. It was attended by thousands of people male and female on 19th May!

A View Of Hazara Town Jalsa After Election
A View Of Hazara Town Jalsa After Election

Things have surfaced pretty quickly and lets hope it turns out in favor of the Hazara community. This is for now! I will try to keep you updated as the story develops !

You saw the whole episode but you didn’t OBSERVE ! [Part I]

NOTE (PG 18+) : This post will be termed as BIASED by most of the people. Therefore children under 18 and those with weak hearts are advised to read it under parental supervision !

If you are not aware of the situation in Quetta, Pakistan, let me tell you that nowadays the hottest topic in the extremly polarised Hazara community, is the loss of [PB-2 Quetta-2] seat for some of the community members while for the others, it is the victory in that particular constituency.

Why is it a hot topic? Well, let me give you some background info.

MWM (Majlis Wahdat Muslimeen) was contesting HDP (Hazara Democratic Party) for that particular seat. When I say contesting, I mean I-will-die-for-that-seat type of contesting!

MWM had a ‘Bedouin Tent’ as its election symbol which the MWM clergies attributed to the ‘Tents’ of Imam Hussain in Karbala ( The tents were burnt by Yazid’s force when Imam Hussain lost the battle) for gaining the support of this extraordinary religious community.

On the other hand, HDP, having ‘Moon’ as its election symbol attracted people by promising moonlight in the dark nights of Quetta (Metaphorically) for the Hazara people!

Following the Shia version of Islam (95%) and experiencing the worst decade of persecution in their history in Pakistan, the Hazaras of Quetta were baffeled in their decision of choosing who to vote!

MWM election symbol
MWM election symbol

“Our life is for Hussain and so is our VOTE” was a popular slogan which MWM, an Iranian funded religious cum political organization, chanted at it’s political gatherings to blackmail the people using their religious beliefs inorder to gain their support! The political gatherings are also reported to have mostly been more of a religious sermons with the clergies telling tales from Karbala and asking on how not to let Imam Hussain down by not forgetting the “Tent” of Imam Hussain while casting their vote !

Official HDP logo for elections 2013
Official HDP logo for elections 2013

HDP, the nationalist bunch (as they are termed by the MWM workers),  are said to have spent most of their political addresses prior to election in defaming MWM and asking people not to vote the extremists/secterian organization because of whom the  Hazara community has burried 1000+ souls in a span of 10 years! Further more, HDP’s slogan to gain public support was ” The Vote of the community, FOR the community … The decisions of the community, In the hands of the community”. Through this slogan HDP is thought to have sent the message to the people that MWM is a puppet organization whose decisions come from people other than the candidate running for the election, that is their decisions are dictated by IRAN !

These political rallies and gatherings continued with fervor. Both the parties were busy in mounting party flags and banners on every corner of the Hazara neighborhood. The enthusiasm was so high that during one of such routine flag mounting rallies, the workers of MWM attacked a party leader of HDP and reportedly injured him.

The Hero

The attacker was identified and instead of taking the matters in their own hands, HDP leadership chose to lodge an FIR against the person who committed the crime. However, the boy was later released and was welcomed warmly by the MWM clergies as a Hero.

After that incident things went pretty normal except for a sucide attack which was aimed at Abdul Khaliq Hazara, Chairman HDP and the person contesting for PB 2 seat. Khaliq escaped the attack unhurt!

Just days before the election, the divide between the Hazara community was clearly visible when MWM and HDP organized a gathering on Alamdar road both at the same day! That day, loyalities of the people were confirmed and the parties achieved their goal of breaking the community into TWO.

A huge gathering of HDP supportes
A huge gathering of HDP supportes
A view of MWM supporters on the same day
A view of MWM supporters on the same day

The divide in the community forced alot of the community members to get out of their homes on 11th May, 2013 and cast their votes.

Later, on the night of the pollings when the votes were done counting. Abdul Khaliq Hazara was announced winner with major leads coming from every polling station. The unofficial announcement of Khaliq’s victory, while votes from two polling stations were still due, was celebrated by HDP supporters for quite some while with great zeal. Moods changed once the official results were announced against Khaliq. The 3000 lead in votes was changed against Khaliq and Victory was announced in favor of Syed Raza of MWM. This was when MWM supporters took to the streets and celebrated !

A TV channel announcing Khaliq's Victory
A TV channel announcing Khaliq’s Victory
Khaliqs Lead over Syed Raza
Khaliqs Lead over Syed Raza

!ہوتا نہیں

I am a poetry fanatic. I basically love it ! If I have to choose between a $1000,000 and a beautiful Ghazal as the following one, I would surely go for the later. But If you make that $10,000,000 I might consider my options though 😛


Anyhow, the following masterpiece is by ‘Saghar Siddiqui’. A master in poetry, I shall say. The story goes that after the partition of sub-continent, an annual poetry contest was held in Layallpur (currently Faisalabad, Pakistan) cotton factory. In 1958 another poetry genious, ‘Jigar Murad Abadi’ was heading the show. The ground for the poems were the  line ” سجدہ گاہ عاشقاں پر نقش پا ہوتا نہیں ” ! Lots of poets recited their pieces. Then came Siddiqui’s turn. He went and recited the following Ghazal.

ایک وعدہ ہے کسی کا جو وفا ہوتا نہیں

ورنہ ان تاروں بھری راتوں میں کیا ہوتا نہیں

جی میں آتا ہے الٹ دیں انکے چہرے سے نقاب

حوصلہ کرتے ہیں لیکن حوصلہ ہوتا نہیں

شمع جس کی آبرو پر جان دے دے جھوم کر

وہ پتنگا جل تو جاتا ہے فنا ہوتا نہیں

اب تو مدت سے رہ و رسمِ نظارہ بند ہے

اب تو ان کا طُور پر بھی سامنا ہوتا نہیں

ہر شناور کو نہیں ملتا تلاطم سے خراج

ہر سفینے کا محافظ ناخدا ہوتا نہیں

ہر بھکاری پا نہیں سکتا مقامِ خواجگی

ہر کس و ناکس کو تیرا غم عطا ہوتا نہیں

ہائے یہ بیگانگی اپنی نہیں مجھ کو خبر

ہائے یہ عالم کہ تُو دل سے جُدا ہوتا نہیں

بارہا دیکھا ہے ساغر رہگذارِ عشق میں

کارواں کے ساتھ اکثر رہنما ہوتا نہیں

(ساغر صدیقی)

Listening this Ghazal, Jigar became ecstatic and the audience applauded joyfully. When the turn came to Jigar to present his Ghazal, all he did was go to the stage and tear his writings to pieces and he declared Saghar as the winner !

Ante Mortem by Sir Khadim Hussain Zia

I still remember the glitter of hope that shone in the eyes of people when they folded their sit-in after they were ensured security following the last deadly blow of extremism which claimed 86 innocent lives. The glitter of hope shone in an optimistically deceitful way, which has now become a feature of our people as we seem to overlook the desperate threats that await us, blinded by the deceptive clam that follows the storm. You would believe for a moment that the hopeful gleam in the eyes of people had conspired with the vengeance of gloom throbbing in the hearts of the terrorists, committing that “That’s it! No more of the suffering,” and the fleeting clam following the storm had almost pounded nails in the coffin of their suffering until the eve of Feb. 16, 2013 when these deceitfully optimistic or recklessly hopeful people were, yet again, caught by surprise in the middle of their everyday chore, bargain hunting for their weekend recreation. Ladies doing errands, merchants grinning at the bargains, children awed in wander by the pleasance of the free evening, and some young rosebuds clinging to their school bags, scheduling their weekend hours between their homework and games, when they were precipitously given the surprise “Bhooom!” at their back, frightening and freezing them to death.

Yet again the birds of peace dwelling on the branches and giggling the new spring melody were thumped to fly away. Yet again the heaven of Quetta was smoked with the smog of fear and terror. And yet again, as I am writing these lines, we are haunted by the malignant tentacles of religious extremism.

Sitting in solitude at the dissection table of the fresh tragedy, I am picking and examining bits and pieces of our social, religious and national comportment that have been blown and defaced. And as I am doing this, I keep asking myself, “Why on earth do I need to do this unusual postmortem? After all, the very cause of the fatality, the very instrument of this inhuman mayhem (perhaps I am wrong to regard it inhuman, for it takes only a human ingenuity and resourcefulness to wreak a mutilation of this magnitude) is mere evident and ever was from the moment these bits and pieces were being collected.” But I can’t but convince myself that it is this microscopic and painstaking postmortem that is much requisite at the moment which can turn in to an “ante mortem’’ cognizance about the defacements that await us at the edge of the abyss of sub sequence. I wish the wholes of negation to the slightest of the probability of a sequel of such horrific episode, but the realistic self within prompts me of the dangling sword of Damocles that sways on our heads, owing to our very social, religious and national demeanor.

I have witnessed proceedings of all such processions and sit-ins, and have shaken a head of grief at every of such unfortunate junctures that have got us to heave our grief at the world’s face. Not stale enough, the dragging and up-to-the-minute of which is the instance of our protests on the Hazara Town tragedy of 16 February, 2013. Apart from the gravity of this havoc that has torn anguish in countless hearts, myself being one of them, I figure it’s high time we apprehended causality of our tendencies and analyzed causes and effects of our sufferings rather than merely mourning them. The instant postmortem has led me to a crucial finding that we, at the hottest instant moment, are reminiscence of a patient who is suffering from a fatal wound in the eye, blurring his vision, (a metaphor of our vision as a nation), but is perseveringly being medicated with Antiarrythmics and Beta Blockers (Anti-arrhythmia drugs help keep abnormal heart rhythms under control and Beta-blockers relax the heart) in the stead of the medicine that should heal the sight wound and secure his vision. As a result of the primary misdiagnosis, the secondary atrocity to the patient is the irony that when the patient fails to respond to the “Beta Blockers” to fetch him cure to his eye wound, the physicians increase the dose of the “Beta Blockers”. The patient previously taking 20mg dose of the drug must now take 100 mg dose of the same ill-prescribed medicine, needless to say that slightest of the idea does not cross the physician’s mind to reconsider his prescribed medication.

To be more elaborate, every time I attend such outburst of emotions in the processions post such havocs, I haplessly witness the same ill-prescribed, illogical, dogmatic, extremism-oriented and heart relaxing Beta Blocker like slogans and catchphrases raised in the euphoria that it shall be the antidote to the cancer of extremism. The dose of these Beta Blockers, these slogans is so hallucinating that it takes hell of a time and temperament for its jubilation to fade away. And as this ill medication continues, we, the patient, are losing our vision as a nation. Our pathway, trailing civilization is clinging to a blur of pathlessness.

I am done with my postmortem of the chunks of our social, religious and national demeanor that have once again littered the streets in Quetta, and am in tears. You would also vomit this sour acidic filth were you so closely examining those bloodshed torn lumps that portrayed no identity. I wish that we’re done with the post postmortems and that these become the “ante mortem’’ cognizance to lead us through this difficult time.

All This Madness

Being a Human, I should keep silent and tend to shrouding my dead clan members. I should remain silent and let my countrymen shout against the injustices of cruelest form being done to me and my people. But then again, being a Pakistani Hazara, I should remember that I am a lesser Pakistani, I am a minority, I am one of the ‘Les Misérables’ and that my countrymen are dead! They are the walking talking dead who are  alive and hyperactive only when it is 14th February – Not to celebrate Love, no sir, but to condemn and renounce it. Being a Pakistani Hazara I have to keep it in mind that my countrymen are no longer my well wishers! Someone has put it beautifully:

“Remaining Quiet After A Tragedy, By God, Is No Less Than The Tragedy Itself”

A countrymen speaks up and stands up for his fellow, he does not inflict another tragedy to his already grieving fellow.

I want to write lots of things but the successive shocks and psychological pain conquers me and I reach a dead end every time I realize how fragile and vulnerable has the Pakistani Hazaras become.

I was reading Nehru today. He has written beautiful lines about DEATH which is inflicted on innocent people for no reason. In a paragraph I thought he was a man from future and was writing about the current situation of Quetta. He writes:

“But here death had no purpose, no logic, no necessity; it was the result of man’s incompetence and callousness, man-made, a slow creeping thing of horror with nothing to redeem it, life merging and fading into death, with death looking out of the shrunken eyes and withered frame while life still lingered for a while. And so it was not considered right or proper to mention it; it was not good form to talk or write of unsavory topics. To do so was to ‘dramatize’ an unfortunate situation.”

Peace !

Survival of the fittest

Have you ever thought about what would it have been like if Language – the medium for social interactions and sharing ideas – had not been created? Some of you might have given it a thought but most of you may have faced this question for the very first time. Interestingly, there might even be some who are actually answering the question right now! They might be like, “Hell, all I know is that we would not have to go through the pain of reading this article had the languages not been created.” And to those impatient readers I suggest, please keep reading patiently because It is discussing an Important issue. This blog post is about SURVIVAL. My survival, Your survival !

The once peaceful city, our ‘Little Paris’, our ‘Fruit Basket’, our “Quetta” has undergone a very sudden transformation and has turned into a zombie city. What were the causes of this radical change? What facilitated this transformation? and the never ending questions like these are beyond my analyzing ability. Therefore, I will stick to the damage assessment. Because it is the first step towards achieving restoration.

The counts are different. Some say that our Hazara community has lost 800+ members in the recent waves of targeted killings and mass executions. Others state the numbers as high as 1100+ lives, lost in this genocidal attempt. These numbers are precisely the number of individuals who have been the direct victims and have LOST their lives. I mean, these are the individuals who have literally received the bullets and shrapnels to make it to the statistic charts. The count for the Injured, lots of whom are permanently disabled, crosses 3000 souls. However, the families of these victims, for whom they have left a dim future as a legacy, don’t count ! The families are not regarded as victims because if we do so, the number of the victims will skyrocket … And to everyone’s astonishment, all these killings have happened in a time period of 10 years and in a city which is literally surrounded by army bases and where the only Command and Staff College of Pakistan army is located! Pretty fucking scary, huh? Believe it or not, that’s how it is.

Well, the thing is that I personally don’t consider the loss of 1100+ people to be the scary part. Don’t get me wrong! I mean it is insane and I acknowledge the loss of loved ones to be a tragedy and I know it because my family has been the first of the victims of this dirty situation in Quetta! And no pain can be greater than the pain of mothers losing their youthful gems … All I want to say is that the greater calamity and the bigger reason to panic, for our Hazara community, apart from losing loved ones is that we have completely lost our sense of directions. We have become a living example of passengers of a ship, who in a case of a heavy storm instead of paddling away from it, are busy cutting the ship and building lifeboats out of it, everyone for himself. No one is trying to start a productive or solid plan to tackle this tricky situation which is harming us 10 times greater than just the simple yet heartbreaking loss of our community members.

We are losing more than just precious lives! And we don’t seem to acknowledge it.

While everybody is trying to save his own hide, they are unaware of what they are losing in the process. My dears, we are losing the opportunities of training our youth. We are missing the chances of shaping them into useful members for our countries. We are losing them to the panic and hysteria created by this current situation. We are losing a whole generation who are supposed to carry out the task of making lives of our fellow community members better than what we are living in today. Basically, We are losing our soul. We are losing our teen spirit. “And there is nothin like the sight of an amputated spirit. There is… no prosthetic for that.”

Therefore, it is an appeal from all my fellow focused, concerned and ‘Dil Soz’ brothers and sisters to get together on one platform and help our community train a FIT youth because it is you who are going to be the flag bearers of tomorrow. Act today to train a fit squad for your future. Because the world is becoming a very competitive place to live in. And only the fittest will have the chance of survival.

This task is not an easy one, neither is this a one man job. We will need to break our egos and come out of our imaginary cocoons of perfection and try to cooperate with each other in order to make this work. This is the only way forward and sharing ideas and conversing has been the basic factor for human being’s progress. We are the youth and we speak in the same language of high spirits let’s not let our Nation succumb to the injustices of this competitive world.

I have made ‘This Group” on Facebook where we can get together and discuss the formation of a platform.

Note: Membership will be granted after assessment of profiles! Please don’t take  it as a personal thing.

Bottle Kuli Hai !

By looking at the title and the Insert of this post and the one prior to it and many other likewise posts, you all may be wondering If this blog has turned into a music blog, right? But let me disappoint you people by telling NO and explaining that lately I have been a  little busy with some unnecessary stuff. Not mentioning my Laziness. Because of which I have not been able to update the blog. But the good news is that I have decided to start blogging more seriously. At least it is one of my many New Years resolutions. More on that later! And also, I have been thinking of publicizing the blog through Facebook and gaining the support of you guys in helping the blog keep going. As I said before, more on that later.

For the time being, STOP whatever you are doing and LISTEN to this Qawwali. If you think that the Qawwali can wait, in that case make sure you have half an hour of FREE – by free, I mean absolute nothingness – time before you start listening to it because this song is SPECIAL. And for those of you who are listening it right now, enjoy the awesome Qawwali by the Great Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan.



رات ہے مہتاب ہے ساقی // سارا موسم شراب ہے ساقی

باز لمحات ایسے ہوتے ہیں // جن میں پینا ثواب ہے ساقی

بوتل کھولی  ہے رقص میں جام  شراب ہے // اے مے کشو تمہاری دعا کامیاب ہیں

وہ تو خالق ہیں، بنده پرور ہے // سری دنیا کا رب اکبر ہے

میرا سرمایے حیات نہ پوچھ // ایک ساقی ہے، ایک ساغر ہے

بوتل کھولی  ہے رقص میں جام  شراب ہے // اے مے کشو تمہاری دعا کامیاب ہیں

چشم ساقی سے طلب کر کے گلابی ڈورے // دل کے زخموں کو کہی بیٹھ کے سی لیتا ہوں

ساغر مے تو بڑی چیز ہیں، ایک نعمت ہے // اشک بھی آنکھ میں بر آے تو پی لیتا ہوں

بوتل کھولی  ہے رقص میں جام  شراب ہے // اے مے کشو تمہاری دعا کامیاب ہیں

ساقی ہے، چاندنی ہے، چمن ہے، شباب ہے  // ایسے حسیں وقت میں پینا ثواب ہے

تسکین کے سامان تو مل جاتے ہیں // کچھ صاحب ا ایمان تو مل جاتے ہیں

ساقی یہ دعا ہے تیرا اقبال بلند // مے خانے میں انسان تو مل جاتے ہیں

ہونٹوں سے لگاتا ہوں تو مسکاتی ہے // تسکین ہر انداز سے پہنچاتی ہے

مے اس لئے ہے مجھ کو حسینوں سے عزیز // آسانی سے شیشے میں اتر جاتی ہے

چراغ دل کا جلاؤ، بہوت اداس ہیں رات // خوشی کا جشن مناؤ، بہوت اداس ہے رات

اثر غموں کا نہ پڑھ جائے مے کشی پے میری // پلاؤ، اور پلاؤ،بہوت اداس ہے رات

میری نظر کو جننوں کا پیام دے ساقی // میری حیات کو لافانی شام دے ساقی

یہ روز روز کا پینا مجھے پسند نہیں // کبھی نہ ہوش میں آو وہ جام دے ساقی

ایک ذرا ہوش میں آو تو کوئی بات کرو // دل کی دھڑکن کو سمبھالوں تو کوئی بات کرو

ساقیا بات بھی کرنے کے کوئی تاب نہیں // جام ہونٹوں سے لگا لوں تو کوئی بات کرو

لہرا کے جھوم، جھوم کے لا، مسکرا کے لا // پھولوں کے رس میں، چاند کی کرنیں ملا کے لا

کہتے ہیں کے عمر رفتہ کبھی لوٹتی نہیں // جا میکدہ سے میری جوانی اٹھا کے لا

ہر غم کو دل آویز کیے دیتا ہوں // احساس کی لو تیز کیے دیتا ہوں

تو زلف کو کچھ اور پریشاں کر دے // میں جام کو لبریز کیے دیتا ہوں

ساقی ہے، چاندنی ہے، چمن ہے، شباب ہے

کیوں مے کدے میں شیخ جی بنتے ہو پارسا // نظریں بتا رہی ہیں کے نیت خراب ہے

جس سے کیا تھا پیاراسی نے دیے ہے غم // سچ پوچھئے تو دل کا لگانا عزاب ہے

پہلو میں ہیں رقیب تمہارے خدا کی شان // کانٹا بھی ہے وہی پے جہاں پے گلاب ہے

کہتے ہیں جام بھر کے وہ کیسی ادا کے ساتھ //  پی لو ہمارے ہاتھ سے پینا ثواب ہے

ساغر ہے، مے ہے، دور ہے، ابر بہار ہے // اب تو پی لو… پی لو… پی لو

اے زاہدہ تو شراب پی لے // نہ کر تو کچھ اجتناب پی لے

میں تیری مانوں نماز پڑھ لوں // تو میری مان، اب شراب پی لے

آدم پی لے، خدا کو مان پی لے // بڑی کافر گھٹا چایے ہوئی ہے

میں نے مانا جناب، پیتا ہوں // با خدا بے حساب پیتا ہوں

لوگ لوگوں کا خون پیتے ہیں // میں تو پھر بھی شراب پیتا ہوں

زندگی کا عذاب پیتا ہوں //  بن کے خانہ خراب پیتا ہوں

روز محشر حساب ہو نہ سکے // اس لئے بے حساب پیتا ہوں

لے کے ساغر میں آفتاب پئے // یہ سمجھ کر کے ہیں ثواب پئے

کفر ہے نعمتوں کا ٹکرانا // شیخ جی آییں شراب پیئیں

زاہد مجھے جنت کا طلبگار نہ کر // جو بس میں تیرے نہیں وہ اقرار نہ کر

وہ رندی و مستی نہیں تیرا مسلک // ساقی کے تبرک سے تو انکار نہ کر

چاک دل صد پارا کو سی لو، سی لو // کچھ دیر تو بے خودی میں جی لو، جی لو

کیوں حضرت زاہد ہے تعمل اتنا // ارے، مے خانے کے خیرات ہیں پی لو، پی لو

کس طرح ہوگی بخشش تمہاری؟ // جوش آے گا کیسے خدا کو؟

اس کی رحمت پے کر کے بروسہ // کفر ہے اس گناہ کا نا کرنا

پی لو ہمارے ہاتھ سے پینا ثواب ہے

روداد ہجر، چہرے پے تحریر ہے فنا

پڑھ لیجیے کھلی ہوئی دل کی کتاب ہے

!بوتل کھولی  ہے رقص میں جام  شراب ہے