Terminal Paradox
I don’t know if Bushra Khala coined the term “physiological depression” today, but with it she captured the essence of the consequences of prolonged mass psychological trauma: it sets into bones and muscles and organs all too sensitive to withstand too much depressive pressure on the psyche. This is what politics means for us today. How has it come to be so? In one of her novels Bapsi Sidwa writes that in Pakistan politics is enacted in all our living rooms. The characters are all too present, their images plastered all over; all the usual suspects assembled on sofas, grinning.
Here is just one case in point. An interstice, of a juncture, nothing more. We are told that here is a man who has signed documents, but not honoured them. That in itself in legal terms constitutes grounds for prosecution: by all means, it should at least rule out any such man from being in the running for the head of state. But, that it is the vague notion of a judiciary that could rule independently on such matters that the whole deal-making comes unstuck.
No judiciary. No truth. Only reconcile-the nation is told. But how, possibly?
Sucks doesn’t it. That is why I told the hawker not to drop a newspaper in my house anymore. kinda useless reading about it. The whole game is planned and will be executed according to plan.
Abidoon, dare i ask: what’s the plan?
I could tell you but if I did they would kill me
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you are right
an all too depressing state of affairs in this country
*sigh*