Blasts in Data darbar in Lahore
I sit back and watch the news of blasts in ‘Data darbar’ in Lahore. I watch it for few minutes, hear the sirens, watch the blood, hear the screams, see the stranded people, and switch off my TV. Yes, I am dead. I dont feel the pain now. I am numb. Its a repeat telecast. Maybe a recording of the previous ‘show of barbarism’ that I have seen many times before. But they say, its live reporting. They say its a new place. They say the images are new. Then why am I switching off the TV, why am I thinking of other chores I have to do, why am I thinking what I have to do tomorrow. Am I really dead?Aldous Huxley(writer) was right when he said, ‘Maybe this world is another planets hell’. Maybe I am living in a hell and its a life after death so my emotions exist no more.
Blasts in Data darbar in Lahore
But, then what do I do?I am helpless. I have seen this pain so many times that it has seeped into my body and soul. Maybe that was the only option I had. I wanted to live. I am guilty of living. There is so much life around me. Summer is here, life in its full blossom in this part of the world. Why should I mourn the death of people dying in ‘my’ country, miles away. I have to move on. I have said the saddened words, I will follow the news that will tell the number of people dead and special reports on the families of people whose only bread earner has died, I will follow the investigation report, I will do some hot discussions on this sad incident with people around and I will utter some sympathisizing words for the families and some angry words on the ‘religious’, ‘political’ and ‘social’ state of the country. I am done. I have followed all the rituals that should be followed when a blast occurs. ‘Rituals’? Rituals for a bomb blast? Well, yes when something becomes a norm in the society, rituals are developed and they have to be followed. We can do this much atleast as human. Yes, I forgot we can also make some phone calls if the blast is in the city you live in or have lived. Followed by few tears(maybe) if it has hit close to your home or maybe chant ‘Allah saved us, we live so close by’. Saved us? Are we saved? Are we living? Are we surviving? But I thought we are dead!…
Yes, yes, we are dead!.I pronounce again…We are dead!..I assure you…we are dead! If we would have been living, we would be doing something. ‘Something’?Well, we are doing something…we are focusing on our jobs, we are doing our work ‘honestly’, we are feeding our families in this high inflation time, and yes we do have plans for a better future. Isn’t that enough? Enough?? Enough to prove we are living?? I have doubts on that though. Aren’t we supposed to do a little more to prove ourselves human? a ‘little’ more. Don’t I need to feel the pain of others? Wasnt that the first lesson I was taught in my ‘Islamiat’ books in school. It never taught me to be numb to society. It never taught me to mind my own business. Where and when I got busy in life? I can’t recall that. But, yes I am a dead man walking! We are all dead men walking…we are living in a dead world waiting for another blast news and follow the rituals once again.
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