Impediments in the Progress of Pakistan

 
         

                It seems quite awful when we think of the progress of Pakistan. The internal and external security
threats, dying economy, industry taking its last breaths, political instability, worldwide humiliation and
what not. The first expression that arises in the mind of a patriot is definitely that the present condition of
the state is poles apart as it was pictured by its founders. The dreams seen by those great people, the
sacrifices offered by the masses and a united passion seems to bear no fruits. However, there is always a
space behind a case and what we have to do is to figure out the real problems that are to be eradicated.

             We cannot pay a deaf ear to these matters by blaming it a typical ex-colonial state. Apparently, information bubble of NEWS, will tell us that there is inflation, load sheading, primitive system in Pakistan, and some others major problems are listed above. A matter of fact, these are things needing less heed to be sorted out. These are just the effects caused by the actual hindrances in the approach towards progress. So, dire purpose will be to point out behind the layer things.

             The first and foremost problem that is the root cause of all the fuss is the aimlessness of our
nation. We as a nation can never decide what we want from the state. The dream of Iqbal is presented in a
crippled manner by the extremists of one side and fascinated by the fanatics of the other end. The people
in between these extremes have different fractured versions of their ideas that drive them to support the
ruling or opposition party. They are entangled in the words like constitution and mandate, thereby
forgetting the reality and truth. They can easily be hijacked by raising the confusing slogans of democracy
and dictatorship. Why the same faces are elected to the assemblies repeatedly, with zero performance and
a bundle of new slogans? Is it not a ‘democratic dictatorship’? The only answer to the bunch of these
questions is that they have art to mold, fold and fake the idealistic personas of the nation. This dilemma of
our nation produced innumerable problems; “A huge part of budget goes on defense”, “unappreciable
patronization of scientific organizations”, “Scattered face of our democratic values unveils outside of
continent”.

              Moving one step further, let us talk about the lefties and the righties of Pakistan. Left side is just the
reaction of the right one. From the very first day, the right wing of Pakistan is trying to keep the controls
of the country in its hands to Islamize in a way they want. However, it could never achieve a position
more than a pressure group or used as the chess moves to save some other king. For example, the
Pakistani version of the Taliban arose in a small area, hijacked the emotional affiliation of the inhabitants
with Islam and forced the government to acknowledge its existence in 2009. They could not withstand
before the armed forces, but created intense security threats to the country. The same is occurring these
days. Such movements started with terrorism to report their existence and ended with terrorism as a
revenge of unaccomplished ideas. This was one side of the righties. There were others who supported the
dictators to transform the country to an Islamic one, but they were used just like cards of other’s game.
No need to talk about the lefties, they are just playing the politics of reaction.

               One of the major reasons of our dying economy is this instability of political structure. The
terrorism has not only blocked the way of investors to Pakistan, but an uncertainty in the minds of its own
people. Not even a single cricket team can visit our country for a friendly match because of the adverse
impacts of terrorism. On the international platforms, our country faces hatred and humiliation due to the
terrorism and in-firm foreign policies. So, evils due to political volatility, economic disturbances and
other such vices are due to this lack of a wider vision of our people.

                The other scary hound of issues that haunts a lot and is a major impedance in our progress is the
Instability of our institutions. They state inducts proficient officials in bureaucracy to run the system of
government. We cannot dare to say that their vision is not broad as I listed this as a fault for the masses.
Undoubtedly, they can set the examples of perfection in every institute of government by the virtue of
their insight, but the preference of personal motives over the national gain block the road to better service
for the people of our state. This is what we call the red-tape. Political interference is not only the reason
that leads to the shakiness of the institutes. We cannot ignore the fact that higher officials can dictate the
politicians in a better way what is good for the long term progress of the country. Clash of institutions
instigates when limits of power are crossed and every department is ready to interfere the other. This
leads to a chaos; nobody from public knows where to go in the darkness. The state of lawlessness gives
birth to illegal bodies of power in the society and the rule of law is challenged deliberately. Courts fail to
separate falsehood from the truth and extend the cases for years. Hence, anarchy prevails in the society
due to the mismanagement of bureaucracy along with political intrusion.

                The third major problem is the lack of leadership neither on the intellectual grounds nor on the
practical side. A true leader leads its nation by giving it a philosophy and a rightful approach. It is his duty
to figure out the nature of society and formulate a long term action plan for the people to strive. The lust
for supremacy or rule is not his true priority; he has a greater role to awaken his nation. Lack of true
leadership in Pakistan after its creation led the nation to the dilemma of vision. The spirit of becoming
something extra-ordinary which was the hall mark of our nation in 1940s was no more there. In such
circumstances, the different extremist parties emerged at the scene to hijack the ideals of the nation. The
obsession of the superiority, the feudal lords, bureaucrats and military chiefs started an unending tussle in
the corridors of power. The vicious circle of their rule is still running even after seventy years. We are
watching a face change drama after few years but the policies and priorities remain same.

              The anti- state activism, that we see in three provinces of our country are all the fruits of unequal
distribution of resources, which is truly a political fault. The people of Baluchistan having sense of
deprivation, the Sindhis with racial bigotry and the Pakhtons hijacked by the Taliban are not ready stand
side by side for the one big cause. These severe problems are to be solved with great sensitivity, rather
than thinking of a red revolution which will leave nothing but blood. The road to glory is to be paved by
discernment, not by the politics of revenge. In order to come out of this state, our nation needs a
charismatic leader with a far-reaching vision. He will be able to transform the dream of our founders into
reality by giving people a right line of action.

              Another big problem that leads to the ferocious cycle of the same wrong doings is that we, as a
nation, have not learned from our mistakes. The support of the Ayub Khan, was a good chance to grasp
the fact that such a rule is against good of the country. We never figured out our fault, we repeated the
same mistake again. Similarly, the detachment of Bangladesh was a big lesson to learn, but we neglected
the factors that lead to its separation, that are no more hidden, Hamudurehman commission report hasn’t
appeared on the scene yet. Hence, we still have seen problems in the other provinces of Pakistan, where
lack of regulation and rules is barking like wandering dogs.
To the pen off, the list of the sniggering issues on the way to progress goes on to an endless
debate and it can never be solved only by discussions.

                 What we have to do is to develop our sense to discern what is right and what is wrong. We have
to stand by the one, who is capable enough to give us a united idea of progress. We are not lack of
resources, but of people who can truly lead the nation to the rising edge. As far as our duties are
concerned, we have to keep it in mind that charity begins at home. Instead of blaming this and that, we
are to make ourselves ready for the betterment of our own country. The true leadership only rises when
there are people with right approach to stand by them.

               “A nation becomes truly strong since it defeats the                                   dragon of troubles by facing them.”

Dr. Allama Iqbal.

Diary of a Rambler

The charms of traveling can only be understood by those who love to learn. There are others who lay stagnant at weekends, dreaming in the long, boring days to change the world. They cannot even try to change their dress for a fresh day. When I tell them about the external world, they wonder, plan and sleep.

            I am the one to make a plan in seconds and packing up my saddles in minutes, I leave for where I have thought. It is the height of my joy, when I am leaving for an unknown place, to discover many new things and to have plenty of time to enjoy with myself. My thoughts always delight me; they are at their pinnacle when I am alone in a long journey. I make new philosophies, contemplate over the old ones and think about a new world outside the bus. A good book to read is always with me.

            The journey is always much more entertaining than the destination itself. Sometimes, I travel just for the sake of traveling; there is no decided end-post. That seems eccentric? Yes, to me also but the real delight is much more than acting so. Nobody can judge what I feel in going several hundred kilometers away from my city for nothing. 

I remember many times, when a sudden plan is to be accomplished, I ask my friends to accompany. They think a lot, and that is their problem. They need several weeks to plan, and I would have returned from there till then. Man is born free to act, I am at a loss to understand why people take too much time to think whether they would like to discover or not. Life is too short to be wasted.

However, what others do is not my problem at all. I have a learning attitude and that is enough for me. I have just introduced myself as a young traveler. In this section of my travelogues, I'll share my good and bad experience about the places I have seen, and a tour guide to those places as well.

سفر لاحاصل

(افسانہ)

 

                

                 اُ س نے دھیرے سے سرگوشی کی ، میں اس کی ساری بات نہ سن سکا، تاہم جو کچھ سمجھا،اُس کے مطابق جواب دے دیا۔ وہ دھیمے سُروں میں پھر گنگنایا،اب کی بارمجھے سب سمجھ آیا، میں نے اُس کو بتایا "ہاں بالکل اکیلے ہی ادھر آیا ہوں‘‘۔ اُس نے حیرت زدہ ہو کر پوچھا: ’’زمین سے اس قدر پرے، اس کونے میں، اِس ویران بستی میں، اِس قدر بے آباد ، پْرخطر اور طویل راہوں سے گزر کر آئے ہو، وجہ جان سکتا ہوں ؟‘‘ میرے اندر خوشی کی ایک عجیب سی لہردوڑ گئی،یوں لگا گویا سفر کی ساری کلفت یک لخت ختم ہوگئی ، میں نے قدرے بلند اور رعب دار آواز میں جواب دیا ۔ " شوق کا کوئی مول نہیں‘‘ ۔ میری بلند آواز میں جوش اور لگن کا ملا جلا رنگ تھا۔ میں نے ایک لمبی سانس لی اور کیمرے کی آنکھ میں ایک اور حسین منظر محفوظ کر لیا۔

                   جاتی شام کے دھندلکے میں ، جب آدھا سورج جھیل کے نیلے پانی میں ڈوب رہا تھا اور باقی آدھا دور اُفق کی سرخ لکیر کے اُس پار اور کسی اور دنیا میں طلوع ہو رہا تھا، میں تیز ٹھنڈی ہوا اور صاف فضا میں لمبے لمبے سانس لے رہا تھا اور وہ میرے سامنے کھڑا مجھے غور سے دیکھ رہا تھا۔ مجھ سے کہنے لگا " تم جیسے لوگ یہ حقیقت جان لیتے ہیں کہ ہم سب مسافر ہیں ، ہر کو ئی اپنا اپنا سفرنامہ لکھ رہا ہے ، یہ اور بات کہ کچھ لو گ اپنی کتاب میں وہی کچھ لکھتے ہیں جو تقدیر نے پہلے سے ہی لوحِ محفو ظ میں لکھ ر کھا ہے ۔اور کچھ سر پھرے تقدیر کی تحریر خود لکھنے کے لیے قریہ قریہ پھرتے ہیں۔

               

یہ کہہ کر وہ خاموش ہو گیا، میں کچھ دیر تک اُس کی اگلی بات کا انتظا ر اور پچھلی بات پرغور کرتا رہا    میں نے دل میں سوچا، کس قدر خوش فہم ہے یہ بوڑھا۔۔۔ پھر قدرے تیز لہجے میں پوچھا گویا اسے بتا رہا ہوں ،تو آپ کے خیال میں مجھے اِن پہاڑوں، ندیوں،اور جھیلوں میں کون سی تقدیر ملے گی؟ اب کسی دیوار تلے خزانہ دفن نہیں کیا جاتا ، کسی ندی میں موتی نہیں بہتے اورکوئی پہاڑ سونے کا نہیں ہوتا۔ میں اگر بچہ ہوتا تو شاید اِن باتوں پر ایمان لاتا مگر میرا تجربہ کچھ اور کہتا ہے اور یہ وہ آڑہے جو آپ کی باتوں کو محض کتابی حیثیت دینے پر مجبور ہے۔                

                    میں نے ایک طرف منہ موڑا ، سائبیریا سے آنے والے پرندے ایک لمبے سفر کے بعد جھیل کنارے اُترنے ہی والے تھے کہ میں نے منظر کی تصویر لے لی۔وہ بوڑھا دوبارہ گویا ہوا ، ’’اچھی تقدیر صرف دولت مندی ہی کا نام نہیں۔" میں نے ۱س کی بات کو جھٹلایا، پھر وہ اُداسی سے گویا ہوا،’’شاید تم 

  اُس دنیا کے باسی ہو جہاں کا خدا ہمارے خدا سے مختلف ہے۔‘‘ میں اُس کے مافی الضمیر کو سمجھ گیا ، میرے چہرے کا بدلتا رنگ دیکھ کر اُس نے اندازہ لگایاکہ بات میرے دل کو لگی ہے، اُس نے ایک اور چوٹ لگا ئی: ’’مادہ پرست خواہ ابھی سفر کے آغاز میں ہی کیوں نہ ہو ،وہ جان جاتا ہے کہ وہ انجانے میں کس چیز کو خدا بنا چکا ہے‘‘مجھ میں تھوڑی سی شرم عود آئی، ایک لمحے کو میں گھبرایا، فوراً ہی دماغ نے دِل کو سمجھایا ، ’’ارے بھائی ، ایسی باتیں کتابوں میں ہی سجی اچھی لگتی ہیں ، یہ دنیا ہے، یہاں کا قانون اور طرح سے چلتاہے۔‘‘ مگر جو اُلجھن تھی سو و ہ رہی۔

                 میں اِسی کشمکش میں تھا کہ اُس سے تقدیر کی تحریر کا مفہوم سمجھوں ،جس سے مراد دولت بھی نہیں یا رہنے دوں کہ کہیں وہ دوبارہ میرے طرزِزندگی پر طنز نہ کر دے۔ ساتھ ہی ساتھ میں اُن پردیسی پرندوں کو دیکھنے میں اِتنا مگن تھا کہ معلوم نہ ہوا کہ وہ بوڑھا نہ جانے کب غائب ہو گیا ۔ اندھیرا زیادہ ہو گیا تھا ۔ جب تک چاند پوری طرح نیلے پانی میں نہ اُترا ،میں جھیل کنارے ایک چٹان پر بیٹھا رہا ، پھر اِس منظر کی ایک تصویر لی اورواپس مُڑ گیا۔

                  میں کئی برس تک ملکوں ملکوں پھرتا رہا۔ دولت اور شہرت ہمیشہ میرے ساتھ رہی۔کیمرہ میرے رزق کا سبب بنا رہا اور میں مظاہرِ فطرت کو محفوظ کرنے میں لگا رہا ۔دُنیا اِن مناظر کو دیکھ کردادوتحسین کے نعرے بلند کرتی رہی اور انہی نعروں کے شور میں ،میں اِس بات سے بے خبر رہا کہ یہ کتنے ہی نظارے میں اپنی آنکھوں سے نہ دیکھ سکا نہ اپنے دِل میں اُتار سکا۔میری کتابِ زندگی کے اوراق سادہ ہی رہے اور سفرنامہ تحیر سے خالی ہی رہا ۔ میں اپنے خُدا کی پوجا میں اِتنا مصروف رہا کہ اُس بوڑھے کے خدا کو کسی منظر سے نہ نکال سکا۔ گو وہ میرے ساتھ ساتھ رہا اور ہر مقام پر اپنا اِظہار کرتا رہا۔

                                               تاسف کا احساس لیے جب میں خیال نگری سے ہو کر اپنا سفرنامہ پڑھتا ہوں تومعلوم ہوتا ہے کہ من کی دولت سے تہی دست زندگی میری تقدیر تھی اور خضرکا سا رہنما ملنے کے باوجود میں اپنی تقدیر نہ بدل سکا

Tick Tick

Twilight, where the light hugs the night. It is not a tryst, for the day announces vividly: “Look!  My reign is over now. The center of power is moved.” The scene speaks of itself. There is gloom in the light, shine in the murk. The whole audience looks, many notice, some muse. There are others who immerse so deep in thoughts that it is impossible to tug them out. Once hemmed in, they are lost for all eternity. So, he was there.

The flight of ideas knows no bound. Time and space have nothing to do with it. Nurtured in an outpost, having all the ends of the world within its surroundings, no one could stop him to think broad. He was not a mere farmer like others, sowing all their out efforts to harvest the dreams every season. Rather, he was quite a relaxed person with small land to farm and a lot of space to think. Thoughts neither occupy the acres nor currency bills; they are somewhat free of cost. Independent of every necessity, they just need an observing eye and a listening ear. He was rich in both, hence rich in philosophy.

                Curious about the sun and the days, a group of youngsters found it a better idea to talk to the sagacious figure of their society. He was the only thinker in their world, an unparalleled personality among all. “There is something on the other side of the mountains, probably some aliens or a state of talking animals;” he often told them. And they all envisioned the same for long times.  No one could dare to oppose his hypothesis or prove practically, for he was universally considered as the right person. The other reasons were the woods and the mountain ranges extending to infinity which clogged them to go along the river.

                “Every day is different. The yesterday can never come again, nor do the other days. What is this series of sunrises and sunsets?” “Where does the indefinite period of time extend?” He often thought for hours, similarly the others did. They had never counted the days; these were same as unregulated water of river. The age of a person was an unrelated question, for they just worked and enjoyed the short span of life.

 A saint by nature, he never considered himself as sage. This was not what he wanted; he had his own questions which were still unanswered. “Wiser is he, who can solve the mysteries which confuse me,” he often mused. Directionless, he used to find his answers from the questions of those, who venerated him a lot.

On a fine evening, when the people were returning from their fields, some boys encircled him in the way. He greeted with an affectionate smile and sat on a small cliff. The conversation on general topics continued until one of them said, “Where do the fresh days come from?” The short-heighted chap who asked the question, had just stepped in his youth. “You are not the first one to ask it my dear, but it is a mystery. Probably, these are destined to emerge like fresh leaves, like flowers that are always new, and like every new gush of water in our river.” He sighed as he was helpless. “Just as we cannot locate where the river goes, because of the adoption of its tough path, similarly days come from a world inaccessible to us.” He responded hurriedly, to have a fine escape from the topic. But this question was not new for him. It haunted him since long, when he was a child. The days are enigmatic, so does the age. In their culture, the realities of life and death were disguised in some myths, but not too much advanced to stop the queries and the thought process. They were free people because they could think liberally. The spectacles of nature were not yet hijacked by priests to have their bread and butter. However, the limited resources and the race for survival had restricted them to think frequently. A society is alive as long as it strives for its subsistence. When the basic needs are fulfilled, it has to hold the hand of cultural progression to show that it still has the existence.

Those who love to know cannot stop thinking. He returned home with a burden on his mind. But the question was not about the emergence of days. He strongly believed that it will be answered by a series of people with time. Someone will manage to go along the river to meet the external world. The other one will try to climb up the skies to look at the top. This will continue till man will be able to respond to the teenagers about the days and the time. But what can he contribute to this stream was the real question. People come in the world, live and go unnoticed. No one bothers to remember them except those who have given something to the world. An idea, a thought, or a way of life. These people are admired, loved and honored afterwards. He thought it a duty of every man on earth to contribute something for humanity.

On the very next conversations, people learned many new things from the man.“Everything is in a flow, towards some ambiguous world. The place where death is not death. It is mere flow of things, a metamorphosis probably.  Our days, our life period and our world are part of a great game, we cannot understand. But it will be clear one day.” “What we have to do till then?” the same small guy asked who had initiated the debate. The spiritual father smiled and replied in a sweet tone, “We have to try for the sequence of discoveries, to think out of the box which will lead to some outcome. It will happen only if we stop living for these days and nights. We have to live for ourselves. Our lives are too short to be counted. We have to achieve many a goals for better understanding of the nature.”

The days passed as they are destined so. The seasons changed abruptly. The trees were wrapped in more annual rings. Many died and new beings were born. The teenagers became fathers and grandfathers. No one could forget the spiritual figure of their world. No one could even dare to cross the mountains. People stopped thinking wildly. They were now more concerned in their animals and farms. The rain cycle was much improved to provide them enough yields. Prior to this, they had to fetch water from the river to irrigate. People had more than they needed, so they indulged in upgrading their culture. They left their huts to shift in well-designed houses. The clothing was improved. Modern dishes and new etiquettes were devised to show their promotion. The thought process could not be revised, for they were busy in new things. However, the philosophies of the man were still admired. They were much happier in a finitely timeless world. They did not bother to measure how much they have lived, and it made them free from many worries. They enjoyed conversation as long as they wanted, worked as long they had energy and passed their last days vivaciously, for they were ready to enter a new world. The code of morality was exercised as it was devised long ago.

But, the time had prepared them to present before the external world. Before the world of aliens and of talking animals. On a dark day, when the black clouds covered their homes, there came from nowhere a huge army. An army of men wearing iron, holding iron, and riding on a strange animal with extremely fast speed. They invaded, named the land as the new world, and introduced a small thing along with others that sounded tick-tick. The aliens had not only occupied their designed houses and the land, but their time too. They felt entangled in the tick-tick forever.

A letter to Rashid Minhas

 

Rashid Minhas was martyred on August 20, 1971.

Dear Rashid Minhas,

                 Probably you were expecting something big from us. Many flowers with greeting cards and tributes. A crowd of people to praise you. But I have to come alone to say sorry to you. We have failed to recall your sacrifice. The nation is not free enough to celebrate its heroes.

                 We have no time to talk about you. The media is too much occupied now. It has to grow more problems to increase its viewership. The promos of peace and harmony have no place here. The starving, insecure masses are more interested in the rigging of four seats rather in their basic rights.

                Why should we pay tribute? You were a young guy, amateur enough to save your own life. You could not be too great a patriot like our present politicians to gain reverence. Nation cannot afford to remember such small incidents. It has its own bunch of snags that are more necessary to be resolved.

                 My dear age fellow, I'm regretful I cannot do anything for you. I can't even dare to follow your footsteps.

Yours,
A Common Pakistani.

Sophie's World

Sophies' World published in 1991. Originally written in Norwegian, it was translated in 51 languages.

Do you feel the subject of Philosophy as the driest one on Earth?
Do you try to read it but leave soon due to boredom?
But you can't just ignore it because:

• Philosophy is the mother of all sciences.
• It is the root of all the thought provoking material in the world.
• If you want to write well, you have to study it.

           Jostein Gaarder from University of Oslo knew this problem of his students. Being a Norwegian intellectual, he made an exceptional effort to sum up the history of philosophy in the simplest manner.

             Sophie's World is a novel about a fourteen year old girl, who was enticed by an unknown man to study philosophy. In the beginning, he just asked two simple questions from Sophie that who is she and from where the world began. Curious to know more, she started reading the Philosophical material sent from her teacher. He further said,


                                      "THE ONLY  THING WE REQUIRE TO BE GOOD
                                      PHILOSOPHERS IS THE FACULTY OF WONDER. "

            And this wonder leads Sophie to discover the new aspects of life. She herself starts to think as the the philosophers do. The Novel moves in a systematic manner and the author is well aware of the boredom that may occur to the reader due to monotonus concepts of Philosophy. So, he runs a side story too in the Novel about some soldier and his daughter.

            The reader finds himself in a journey along with Sophie and he cannot restrain himself to think analytically. Probably it is the best book I have ever read in my life.

 Some quotes from the novel are:

• Fate :
  … the “fortune-teller” is trying to foresee something that is really quite
  unforeseeable ...

• We can either fool ourselves and the rest of the world by
  pretending that we know all there is to know, or we can shut our eyes to the
  central issues once and for all and abandon  all progress.

• Philosophers will try to ignore highly topical affairs and instead try  to draw people’s attention to what is eternally “true,” eternally “beautiful,” and eternally “good. 

  
 Here are some reviews from some other sources:

• “A page-turner.” —Entertainment Weekly
• “Compelling.” —Los Angeles Times 
• “Involving and often humorous.” —USA Today
  
  

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Peace Peace Everywhere

Lake water just mesmerized me

             Sitting alone at the bank of lake with wild plants framing me, I feel myself free from all worries. After a long time, I am passing some time with me. My own company is always interesting. Ideas strike like wild tides. Many lost things recollect again. I hear what is special for me. Some sounds that only belong to me. I wish the serenity of the surrounding may stay forever.

A Nation's Dream

       

          On this independence day, I have pondered a lot about Pakistan. The whole nation is in its journey to achieve the undetermined goals. It aspires for the vague dreams with huge perplexity to turn into reality. It is simply impossible.
          What we have to do is to redefine our priorities. We have to recognize our problems and think about their solutions. We have to keep one dream which best suits with our condition. Surely, this will give us a right line of action. Otherwise, we cannot survive as a nation. Happy independence day Pakistan...!

Dos And Don'ts

             

             Very often, we desire to get more than our status, we want to be the leader of fellow human beings and crave to be well-known in our society. It's not a bad thing, for man is the crown of the creatures and he is supposed to think broad and fly high in the skies. To ponder on a matter wisely before working on it is the only thing which differentiates  Homo-Sapiens from the rest. But, as far as this desire is concerned, we fail to contemplate our suitability. Our line of action is quite violent and we always behave as 'Mr. Right' for the leadership. For instance, we all are familiar of the people around us including us who talk high about their ideas how the government should do in this situation and what would I do if I were in place of this 'short-sighted' leader.

           Those who have high ranks, have to comply with great expectations.A man in the street is never supposed to be the Saviour of the nation. He is considered to toil hard for the bread and butter of his family, and die after a peaceful life.In contrary to it, if a person comes out of his home to lead his people,his obligations are increased manifold from the very first day. It becomes necessary for him to keep his own aspirations apart and die his own hand for the sake of others. It's just a glimpse of the life of a person having greater status than others. 

          Having a look at history, we find majority of people who got the chance to lead the nations, but failed to coup with the shortcomings and demands of the stature. It is crystal clear that such nations were ruined either due to the irrational decisions of their leaders or rein-less prostration of their desires.

         Making a long story short, one should realize that not every person can be the king of his own state or a commissioner of his city, since there are millions of such people who have the same target for just one or few seats. So, what each and every man can do and definitely achieve is the love of his fellows by serving them. It not only enables one to seek satisfaction and pleasure of soul, but also defines weather a man can bear the responsibility of a nation or not.

The Socrates’ Day

The door was knocked. It kept on bumping. The ice melted thousands of times. Volcanoes erupted along with. The trees grew, some rose and some destroyed by storms. Calendars turned to chronicles. Monarchs were founded and plundered. Characters always dimmed but the truths never. The ideas were not the thing which can be hid or forced to do so. So the emblems of reality lingered as before. The man heard the strokes at door. He was not alone to perceive. The truths are self-evident. So it was not the man, it was mankind who witnessed.  But there was no one to quote why it happened time and again. For this question was not mere as it seemed. It certainly had to do something with their minds as well; and no one was ready to accept the remedy.

…………..

The shadow was sentenced to death. Execution would occur tomorrow or the day after. Not a joke. Most probably, the ship⁽¹⁾   would arrive the next day . The light in the shade would be heavy enough to be buried along with. There would be thunders and gales on the land of gods. An earthquake might hit them by its discrepancy. So the think tanks suggested filling the whole light in a crock and throw somewhere away. Seems a pun? Remember my dear, when wit is auctioned in markets, such pranks take birth. These are inevitable. Not a long after this, neither such wisdom nor these auctioneers survive. Just the tall tales exist for cautioning.

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Glom after gloom. Like an onion, every sheath had the same thing. Darkness. A journey to nowhere. No signs of end post. Unaware of even what was the starting line. Darkness is actually the absence of light. But the travellers of night had just witnessed the dusk. What is light was an unseen problem. So they continued roving in utter blackout. Kept on moving about circles for centuries.

…………..

The knocks at the door will never stop. The rays of light will make their way through. The door will be flapped countless times until it gets shattered. To avoid disturbance, the sleepwalkers will try to fix its latches. They cannot, but they will act eccentrically. Their bizarre activities of burial of light will not be ended to keep the meanders on lusterless roads. But the door will be crackled and unleash the reality. The immortal ideas will rule one day. That will be the Socrates’ day.

1-In Socrates’ time, the person sentenced to death was given the bowl of poison on the arrival of a ship. There was some myth attached to it.