Thursday, January 14, 2010

OLD AGE BEGINS AT 27

At my age I do what Mark Twain did. I get my daily paper, look at the obituaries page and if I'm not there I carry on as usual.

Old age begins at 27: Scientists reveal new research into ageing

Old age is often blamed for causing us to misplace car keys, forget a word or lose our train of thought. But new research shows that many well-known effects of ageing may start decades before our twilight years.

According to scientists, our mental abilities begin to decline from the age of 27 after reaching a peak at 22.

The researchers studied 2,000 men and women aged 18 to 60 over seven years. The people involved – who were mostly in good health and well-educated – had to solve visual puzzles, recall words and story details and spot patterns in letters and symbols.

Similar tests are often used to diagnose mental disabilities and declines, including dementia.
The research at the University of Virginia, reported in the academic journal Neurobiology Of Aging, found that in nine out of 12 tests the average age at which the top performance was achieved was 22.


The first age at which performance was significantly lower than the peak scores was 27 – for three tests of reasoning, speed of thought and spatial visualisation. Memory was shown to decline from the average age of 37. In the other tests, poorer results were shown by the age of 42.

Professor Timothy Salthouse said the results suggested that therapies designed to prevent or reverse age-related conditions may need to start earlier, long before people become pensioners.

He wrote: ‘Results converge on a conclusion that some aspects of age-related cognitive decline begin in healthy, educated adults when they are in their 20s and 30s.’


There is some good news, though. The report states that abilities based on accumulated knowledge, such as performance on tests of vocabulary or generalinformation, increase until at least the age of 60.
Courtesy MAIL

Age to me means nothing. I can't get old; I'm working. I was old when I was twenty-one and out of work. As long as you're working, you stay young. When I'm in front of an audience, all that love and vitality sweeps over me and I forget my age.

Monday, January 11, 2010

A NEW YEAR’S BURDEN: GRIEVING THE LOSS OF MOAZZAM BHAI AMIDST WITHERING LEAVES

A PAGE OF MY DIARY
January 13-14, 2008 

MAHTAB BASHIR
03335363248
mahtabbashir@gmail.com
ISLAMABAD


“HAPPY NEW YEAR” — is a phrase that has become a burden for me over the years. As January draws near, a heavy sadness settles in my heart, and the sight of withering leaves only deepens my sorrow. It was in this very season that the leaf of Moazzam Bhai’s life fell.

Since Friday, Moazzam Bhai’s health has been on a steep decline. He has been sedated for days, and when we sought the doctors' counsel, they offered a bittersweet message: “Pray for the quality of your loved one’s life; it may extend his time... but keep praying.”

His respiratory struggles weighed heavily on us. My cousins, Nomi and Saqib, and I transformed the room into a makeshift “single room clinic,” surrounding him with all the medical equipment we could muster, hoping to keep him close.

That night, dark thoughts crept in, whispering fears of losing him. To shield my tears from little Maryam, Zainab, and Guria, I slipped out of the house, wandering the streets and seeking solace in a nearby park. All the while, I poured my heart out in prayer, yearning for a miracle.

Saturday night was particularly harrowing. As Nomi and I walked together, we shared a painful truth: “There’s no greater joy we could hope for than to return home and find Moazzam Bhai standing tall, greeting us with his familiar smile and playful banter, teasing us about our mismatched outfits and scuffed shoes.” But that joy never came.
درد میں بھی یہ لب مسکرا جاتے ہیں 
  بیتے لمحے ہمیں جب بھی یا د آتے ہیں 

As the shadows of uncertainty loomed over us with Moazzam Bhai's health spiraling downward, Nomi and I felt a profound urgency to reach out to Ammi Abbu in Islamabad. We needed to bring Bhabhi’s family into our circle, for we instinctively knew that this was a moment woven with fate.
Muhammad Moazzam Bashir, 47, a commoner of 15th and 17th CTP, served with distinction as an additional commissioner of income tax. He was a humble, generous soul, brimming with kindness and an appreciation for life. He was an officer of Income Tax Group (now Inland Revenue). He also served as Deputy Secretary in the Ministry of Commerce. In recent years, during a visit to the Foreign Office from the National Defence University (NDU) for the National Media Workshop (NMW), I inquired of Raza Bashir Tarar, who was briefing the participants, about my late brother, who was his batchmate. I asked, “What do you think would have become of him had he lived?” Without hesitation, he replied, “First, I want to offer a prayer for Moazzam’s soul. He was truly one of the most competent officers at the FBR. It's tragic that he left us too soon. Without a doubt, had he been alive, he would have ascended to the role of Chairman of the FBR or an equally significant position.”

I still remember the determination that surged through Moazzam Bhai after his first surgery in December 2006. He emerged from that experience not just as a survivor but as a beacon of vibrancy, immersing himself wholeheartedly in the fabric of life. One fateful day, amidst his duties at the FBR in Islamabad, he turned to me at dusk and said, “Yar, tomorrow you have to come with me to Gujranwala. The kids need some time with you.” I hesitated, citing my obligations at the office, but he waved my excuses away with infectious enthusiasm, insisting, “Chadd yar, just call and let them know. I have some personal matters to attend to. Now, set the alarm for 6 AM!” And so, I complied, propelled by his spirited resolve.

As the sun began to rise, we started our journey around 8:30 AM, a bittersweet adventure laden with unspoken emotions. This travel with Moazzam Bhai felt different—his spirit seemed shrouded in mystery, and I sensed the weight of his health struggles, as well as the heavy burden of his family's future, pressing on his mind. Typically so expressive and vibrant, today he was wrapped in a quiet introspection.

As we drove, he handed me his cellphone, signaling me to place it on the dashboard. Strangely, he resisted answering any calls. Yet, every twenty minutes, as if compelled by an invisible thread, he pointed towards the dashboard, silently asking for the phone. Each time, he unlocked it, gazing at the screen that revealed his youngest daughter Maryam’s radiant smile, only to pass it back to me with glistening tears pooling in his eyes. This ritual repeated throughout our three to three-and-a-half-hour journey, a poignant reflection of his love and longing.

With the car’s interior infused with the soulful strains of Abrar-ul-Haq’s album, the only cassette we possessed, we surrendered ourselves to the haunting melody of “Nara Sada Ishq Aay.” Every few minutes, he gestured for me to rewind the song, and though I was lost in my own swirling thoughts, I couldn't help but feel the profound weight of the Sufiana verses. The lyrics carried a timeless truth—reminding us of our mortality and the inevitability of death, urging us to rise above the fleeting distractions of this world.

As I listened to the lament of “Chal Melay Nu Chaliaay,” my heart shattered under the weight of loss. There has never been a love quite like that which I have for my dear brother—this aching sadness envelops me. Even after all these years, his memory lingers painfully in my mind, intensifying my longing to simply be by his side. He brought joy into my life, filling my thoughts with profound echoes of reflection. Here are the poignant lyrics of that song…

Hania ..orak jana e mar way Chal Melay Noo Chaliaay
Balia ... orak jana e mar way...Chal Melay Noo Chaliaay
Ailay phar kunjian way saanbh lay tijorian
Ailay phar kunjian way saanbh lay tijorian
khasman noo khanda e tera ghar way
chal melay noo chaliaay
Hania... orak jana e mar way
Chal melay noo chaliay

Pehla maila Aadam keeta
Malka sir sajday wich keeta
Pehla maila Aadam keeta
Malka sir sajday wich keeta
Tay Iblees gia wicho sirr way
Chal melay noo chaliaay

Hania ..orak jana e mar way
Chal melay noo chaliay

Dooja maila Khaleel lagia
Zibha karan noo putar litaya
Dooja maila Khaleel lagia
Zibha karna noo putar litaya
Tay gia aap chaati utay char way
Chal melay noo chaliaay

Hania ..orak jana e mar way
Chal melay noo chaliay

Teeja maila raati hoya
Aan bohay tay Jibreel Khaloya

Teeja maila raati hoya
Aan bohay tay Jibreel Khaloya
Tay Sohna (pbuh) gia burraaq tay char way
Chal melay noo chaliaay

hania ..orak jana e mar way
Chal melay noo chaliay
Ailay phar kunjian way saanbh lay tijorian
Ailay phar kunjian way saanbh lay tijorian
khasman noo khanda e tera ghar way
Chal melay noo chaliaay

I can still recall those school days with startling clarity. Whenever any of us felt a cough bubbling to the surface, we would quickly stifle it, desperate to keep it hidden from Moazzam Bhai. We’d flee to another room or scuttle away to the storeroom, trying not to let him hear. Reflecting on those moments now brings a wave of bittersweet irony; what seemed like an innocent cough back then starkly contrasts with the relentless grip of the cancer he would come to know so intimately. He was remarkably knowledgeable about medical conditions and home remedies, often questioning doctors with a keen instinct, dissecting their responses with the precision of a surgeon.

He faced multiple major surgeries, endured Biomap injections, battled through radiotherapy, and withstood the harsh reality of chemotherapy. Despite the endless prayers from his parents, family, and loved ones, it felt like nothing could quell the storm that raged within him.

On that Saturday night, Nomi and I reached out to Ammi and Abbu in Islamabad. The following morning, Sunday, January 13, 2008, they arrived at Income Tax Colony, Gujranwala, accompanied by Rehana Bhabhi's siblings from Lahore. All day, they occupied themselves with worried questions about Moazzam Bhai’s health, while Nomi and I, painfully aware of the truth, clung to a façade of reassurance, repeatedly saying, “… yes, Masha Allah, he is improving.”

As Ammi and Abbu entered Moazzam Bhai’s room, the atmosphere charged with an unsettling blend of hope and fear. Ammi's tears flowed freely, while Abbu bravely began reciting Quranic verses and durood-e-Pak, filling the air with prayers. Once Abbu finished, he mustered what strength he could and gently whispered, “Masha Allah—Moazzam’s health is improving, and the swelling has lessened. What do you think, Mahtab?” With my head bowed in sorrow, I replied, “… absolutely, you’re right. He is indeed feeling much better.”

As night settled in, Rehana Bhabhi’s relatives began their journey back to Lahore. The house grew quieter as, later that evening; it was just my parents, Nomi, Saqib, and three of Moazzam Bhai’s young daughters (nieces) with us. Amid the heaviness of the moment, father and Mamu made plan to head to Lahore, as father stating, “I’ll handle some medical matters in the morning and return soon after.” They departed at 10:30 PM, leaving behind a palpable tension that wrapped around us like a shroud.

There is no sorrow in this world quite like that of an elderly father grieving the loss of his young son. My father, Bashir Hussain Nazim, endured this heart-wrenching moment with a remarkable patience granted by the Almighty. On the occasion of his son's Chehlum, in an article published in Nawa-i-Waqt on February 24, 2008, he poured out his soul, expressing the deep pain, anguish, and devastation that consumed him in that unbearable moment.

Monday, January 14, 2008, 1:17am 

As the night wore on, the three of us—Nomi, Saqib, and I—took turns caring for Moazzam Bhai, dividing the hours into three shifts to ensure he received oxygen and any medical assistance he needed. While the children, our mother, and Bhabhi’s sister drifted off to sleep, Saqib took the first watch as the attendant. In the meantime, Nomi and I desperately reached out to doctors from Lahore, Gujranwala, and Islamabad, only to receive the crushing advice that what we really needed was dua, not dawa.

Seated in the drawing room before the flickering heater, Nomi and I made a silent pact: at dawn on Sunday, we would call Dr. Mukarram at CMH Rawalpindi and Dr. Shaharyar at Mayo Hospital Lahore. Then, suddenly, a wave of fear gripped us—Bhabhi dashed into the room, her face stricken with panic. “Moazzam is not well. His eyes- something is terribly wrong!” she cried. We hurried into Moazzam bhai’s room, hearts racing, each glance exchanged between Nomi, Saqib, and me cementing the grim truth—we sensed he was nearing his final moments.

Nomi wasted no time and called for the doctor, while Saqib and I rushed to the nearest hospital. The chill of the night was biting, and though I wore just a T-shirt, I was soaked in a cold sweat, each droplet a reminder of the fear coursing through me. On our return, Saqib leaned in close and whispered, “Mahtab, it’s over… there’s no need to go.” I knew he was right, but we pushed on regardless.

When we finally returned home, the reality hit us like a sharp blow: the doctor was already in the room, his expression somber as he confirmed what we dreaded to hear—Moazzam Bhai was gone. The air thickened with grief as our world irrevocably tilted on its axis.

Ammi and all the bhatejis were nestled in their sleep in another room when a sudden outcry pierced the night, jolting them awake. I took the hands of Maryam and Zainab, gently guiding them outside into the stillness of the night. “What’s happening, Mahtab Chachu?” Maryam asked, her brow furrowed with concern. I fought to keep the tremor from my voice as I replied, “Nothing, Maryam. Your papa was just in a hurry to meet God,” tears threatening to spill as I spoke.

“What does that mean, Mahtab Chachu?” Zainab inquired, her innocent voice echoing my own confusion. “It’s really chilly outside; let’s go inside,” I suggested, desperately trying to redirect their attention. “What happened to Papa? Why are Dadi Ammi and Mama crying?” they pressed, their questions sharp daggers piercing through the fog of my thoughts. I felt utterly lost, trapped in a whirlwind of emotions, grappling for the right words but unable to find any that wouldn’t shatter their young hearts. The words I dreaded most hung heavy in the air, just beyond my lips: “Your dad is no more, dear ones.” I clung to my silence, wishing to protect them from that devastating truth.

Bhabhi’s sister broke the news, calling upon all our relatives. She even reached out to my father, who was just moments away from Lahore; I could only imagine the devastation he felt upon hearing the news of his beloved son.

In a moment of desperation, I pulled my cell phone from my pocket and dialed my sister Bushra back in Islamabad. She had often warned me with fierce resolve, “Bring Moazzam Bhai to Islamabad, standing on his own feet, or I swear I’ll kill you.” But now, as the weight of sorrow settled over us, I simply said, “Moazzam Bhai’s condition is critical; please keep him in your prayers.” She listened intently to my strained voice, the silence stretching between us like a chasm. Before she could respond, I ended the call.

Later, a brief conversation with the doctor confirmed our worst fears: Bhai had never truly emerged from the shadows of his illness. We all had known it deep down, yet we chose to bury the truth, just as he had done.

Dear readers, I ask you to recite Fatiha and send your prayers for Moazzam Bhai’s soul. This is all I seek, and it is the one thing you can offer to us in our time of need. Your heartfelt prayers could light the path for my family to find their smiles again amidst the darkness. May Allah the Almighty bless you all.
Requiescat in Peace Bhai! 

تجھے کھو کر بھی تجھے پاﺅں جہاں تک د یکھوں 
حسن ےزداں سے تجھے حسن بتاں تک د یکھوں 
دل گیا تھا تو یہ آنکھیں بھی کوئی لے جاتا 
میں فقط ایک ہی تصو یر کہاں تک د یکھوں 


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Saturday, January 9, 2010

WHY DO PEOPLE ...

By Mahtab Bashir

After a span of over two and a half years, I am enable to take some time off, make few of my brain’s cells active, hold my pen, thought a bit, had a cup of tea & . ........ and put down few lines!!! Here it goes … with the title of WHY DO PEOPLE …

Why do people
Sell their esteem
Stoop so low
To replenish their need

Why do people
Forget the distressed
Replace their hunger
Devour bread of the bereft

Why do people
Not live for love
Heal the destitute
And gain their trust

Why do people
Murder pledges in inferior
All they need is
Devotion not desire


Lets prove it to them
That they are not alone
It was us- the ignorant
Not they- the indigent.

By Mahtab Bashir
mahtabbashir@gmail.com
03335363248
Islamabad

HINT: Look NO further than PPP

Here are a few questions that might be set in a paper of politics.
All questions are compulsory.

1- Why was the police officer who ordered washing of the place of murder of Benazir Bhutto given promotion?

2- What do you know about the Ph.D. degree that Mr Babar Awan claims to have? Is it real or fake? Give arguments in support of your opinion.

3- Who said, "Promises are not hadith or Quran". Write a short note on the personality.

4- Why every new government says "all problems we have are legacy of the previous government"?

5- Name three of the most incompetent blue-eyed ambassadors of Pakistan abroad.

6- Name at least three CSPs who were given out of turn promotion in violation of all rules.

7- Which real estate tycoon presented fully-furnished, palatial bungalows to various VVIPs. Name at least one VVIP and the location of his bungalow.

8- What do you know about Surrey Palace? Briefly describe its architectural style and the living style of its owner.

9- Name the personalities who said:

a) I will turn Lahore into Larkana.

b) We will break the legs of whosoever tries to destabilize our government.

c) We will gouge out the eyes of our enemies.

d) Pakistan nah-khappay.

e) We should use Sindh card.

10- Name the ten most celebrated clowns in the present cabinet. Write a short note on at least two of them highlighting their shameless sycophancy of the President.
Courtesy S Mehmood

Monday, January 4, 2010

THE WOMAN WHOSE ENTIRE WORLD IS PINK

Lots of people have a favourite colour - but very few take it as far as one Los Angeles woman, who is so obsessed with the colour pink that all her clothes, her house and even her dog are the colour.

Kitten Kay Sera, 46, says that she's had her pink obsession for 25 years - and hasn't worn anything but the colour for much of that time.

Kitten, an actress, even wears pink to funerals, has decorated her home in California entirely with pink, and has gone to the length of having her dog Kisses dyed to match.

So strong is her devotion to pinkness in all its forms that she has even broken up with lovers if they didn't share her passion for the rosy hue.

Kitten insists that she isn't strange - she says that she simply has a natural affinity for the shade, which makes her feel 'lovely and luxurious'.
Courtesy METRO

ANALYSIS: DEMOCRACY IN 2010

By Dr Hasan Askari Rizvi

The confrontation between the PPP and the PML-N is going to intensify in early 2010 with a focus on the political future of President Asif Ali Zardari. The statements by Nawaz Sharif and Asif Ali Zardari on December 31, 2009 clearly show that the battle lines are being sharply drawn. Nawaz Sharif targeted Zardari when he asked the beneficiaries of the NRO to resign and face the courts and argued that “the money deposited in Swiss banks was the property of the people of Pakistan” and that “it must be brought back to national exchequer.” This statement means that Nawaz Sharif has adopted the perspective of the hard-line elements in the party that have long argued for taking on the PPP in unambiguous terms.

The political outlook at the beginning of the year does not appear to be reassuring for democracy in Pakistan. The Pakistan People’s Party (PPP)-led federal government, including the presidency, find themselves in a siege environment with pressures coming from the superior judiciary, the military and the political opposition, especially the Pakistan Muslim League-Nawaz (PML-N). One cannot go to the extent of suggesting that there is a carefully planned conspiracy to pull down the government. However, the political fallout of the developments in 2009 has raised doubts if the post-election 2008 system can stay intact for another year.

The political future of President Asif Ali Zardari is not the only thing in jeopardy. There are more serious issues involved here. Given the fact that Pakistan faces a grave terrorist threat and its economy is heavily dependent on external support, increased political wrangling and a ‘now-or-never’ struggle between the government and opposition can collapse the whole edifice of civilian political order. All political players will lose in the incident of the unravelling of the state and societal order.

The pressures on the current political arrangements are coming from four major sources, in addition to the threats of religious extremism and terrorism. These sources are the military, the judiciary, the opposition political forces and ineptitude of the government.

Traditionally, the military and its allied intelligence agencies have had a profound impact on politics and these continue to be important players even today. However, as the military has adopted a low profile and a subtle approach to power management, the superior judiciary has stretched the domain of judicial activism to build pressure on the civilian political elite, especially those in power. What has increased political bickering is the effort by different political parties to get political mileage against the PPP out of the Supreme Court rulings.

The confrontation between the PPP and the PML-N is going to intensify in early 2010 with a focus on the political future of President Asif Ali Zardari. The statements by Nawaz Sharif and Asif Ali Zardari on December 31, 2009 clearly show that the battle lines are being sharply drawn. Nawaz Sharif targeted Zardari when he asked the beneficiaries of the NRO to resign and face the courts and argued that “the money deposited in Swiss banks was the property of the people of Pakistan” and that “it must be brought back to national exchequer.” This statement means that Nawaz Sharif has adopted the perspective of the hard-line elements in the party that have long argued for taking on the PPP in unambiguous terms.

Zardari’s address on December 27 carried a clear message that he will fight back against his adversaries. On December 31, he was more categorical in responding to PML-N’s growing hostility towards him. He said that he possessed some “political weapons which he would use when he felt necessary.” He did not explain the nature of his political weapons.

It is noteworthy that parliament does not figure in different scenarios that the opposition is constructing for Zardari’s exit. No opposition leader talks of impeachment of Zardari on the basis the corruption charges because the opposition knows that unsubstantiated charges do not provide a credible basis for impeachment. Further, they do not have enough votes in the two houses of parliament to adopt this method.

The focus of the PML-N is on the developments outside parliament. Three possible scenarios can be constructed. First, the Supreme Court strikes down the presidential immunity from criminal trial and then Zardari is put on trial and convicted. The most dubious assumption is that the Supreme Court will strike down a clearly written article of the constitution and disregard the internationally established political norm of certain immunities to the head of state.

The second scenario hopes that the military top brass will apply enough pressure from the sidelines for Zardari’s resignation and, thus, clear the political deck for the opposition. This scenario is based on the assumption that the military top brass will facilitate the opposition agenda.

Third scenario perceives the PML-N spearheading a nationwide agitation against the backdrop of the alienated judiciary and the military. This agitation will paralyse the government, forcing it to accept the demand for the removal of the president. The dubious assumption in this scenario is that the PML-N can launch a nationwide agitation at a time when its main support is concentrated in Punjab and its political standing is weak in other provinces. Perhaps some religious parties may be willing to help the PML-N but these political parties, too, have major standing in Punjab.

The PPP is not expected to give a walkover to the PML-N, especially when it has strong presence in Sindh and Punjab and has a reasonable presence in the NWFP and Balochistan. There are strong doubts that the Muttahida Qaumi Movement (MQM), the Awami National Party (ANP) and the Jamiat-e-Ulema-e-Islam-Fazlur Rehman (JUI-F) will join hands with the PML-N to oust Zardari.

Another set of assumptions relate to the continuation of the PPP government minus Zardari. The underlying idea is that Yousaf Raza Gilani will play ‘Farooq Leghari’ and join hands with the opposition and the military establishment to knock out Zardari.

The available evidence suggests that the minus-one formula is not going to work. The PPP is not expected to stay in office if Zardari is ousted. It will not be an easy job to create an alternate political coalition at the federal level around the PML-N.

If the military and the Inter-Services Intelligence/Military Intelligence (ISI/MI) help to contrive a coalition for the PML-N, how long the PML-N led government will play subservient to these king-makers? Will it be in a position to change Pakistan’s counter-terrorism policy and pull out of all security and financial arrangements with the United States to satisfy its rightist and Islamist support base? If it does not do that, how far its policy will be different from the current PPP government?

The revised version of the Bangladesh model whereby the PPP and the PML-N are excluded and a government of technocrats, established with the blessings of the military and the judiciary, is going to run into political and constitutional obstacles. Any deviation from the constitution and established democratic norms, including the election of February 2008, will unravel the political institutions and processes. This will compromise Pakistan’s effort to cope with religious zealots and other extremists who are challenging the domain of the state. As the political forces get bogged down in unnecessary power struggle, these anti-state forces will have greater freedom of action, thereby causing the fragmentation of the state system.

The major political parties should show restraint in pursuing their partisan agendas. The PML-N and the PPP should work out a working relationship within the existing political arrangements. Any attempt to turn them upside down by any means and for any reason will be self-destructive for the civilian political forces. It may be easy to dislodge the present arrangements, but no credible political alternative is going to be available quickly.

The PPP should go ahead with the consensus constitutional amendments at the earliest. President Zardari needs to step back from active role in policy making and management and the federal government should devote more attention to improving governance. However, both the government and the opposition will have to review their present postures simultaneously, otherwise democracy can run aground in 2010.

Dr Hasan-Askari Rizvi is a political and defence analyst

Courtesy Daily Times, Jan 03, 2010

MORAL BANKRUPTCY

By Andleeb Abbas

The historical decision by the judiciary to declare the NRO null and void has created panic in a section of political ranks. The ruling party has predictably decided not to resign and is now looking at the two-pronged approach of denying and mudslinging at the opposition to prove that they are all in the same boat; and, technically, they are correct. PML-N and PML-Q have a history of taking loans and not bothering to return. While Mr Zardari is in the hall of shame for being a billionaire robber baron, the Sharif and the Chaudhry brothers are not far behind in this public money loot sale.

Truth can never be shot down. Somehow, this lesson has never been registered by the insecure leaders of our country, who still believe that position and power will eventually prevail over truth and reality. Herein lie the seeds of their own downfall. With the illegitimate protection of the National Reconciliation Ordinance (NRO) blown away, they find themselves exposed and insecure. With their legitimacy in question, they are using all ‘entitled privileges’ to shoot the messenger who brings the bad news. Suspending secretary interior on stopping the minister of defence from going to China is just the beginning of a predictable reaction of people who are desperate to hold on to their positions, as without that they cease to exist.

The historical decision by the judiciary to declare the NRO null and void has created panic in a section of political ranks. The ruling party has predictably decided not to resign and is now looking at the two-pronged approach of denying and mudslinging at the opposition to prove that they are all in the same boat; and, technically, they are correct. PML-N and PML-Q have a history of taking loans and not bothering to return. While Mr Zardari is in the hall of shame for being a billionaire robber baron, the Sharif and the Chaudhry brothers are not far behind in this public money loot sale. According to the latest reports, the Sharif brothers owe Rs 3 billion to banks. In 1998, as prime minister, Nawaz Sharif, in a typical emotional drama on TV (similar to the one he did during the long march), had announced to surrender all the physical assets of Ittefaq Foundries, Brothers Steels, Ittefaq Brothers and Ilyas Enterprises to the nine banks. However, as we are familiar with his political histrionics and know that he is master chameleon, he managed to get a stay on the assets on the basis of some ‘technical default’ grounds. The NRO was a mockery, as is this technical default, which, in a ridiculous comparison to some strange term of ‘wilful default’ was declared legal. The defaulters’ list is as illustrious as the NRO list and includes many famous names and their kith and kin. The political elite is responsible for a majority of the Rs 193 billion default so far officially recorded. In fact, it has become a family heritage. The prime minister’s wife has kept up this tradition by also defaulting and then agreeing to settle the amount as media spotlight became uncomfortably glaring. Pakistan Green Fertilisers Limited Director Fauzia Yousuf Gilani, Ziaur Rehman, Khalid Hussain, Nasreen Munawar Chaudhry and Syeda Samina Abrar allegedly got a loan of Rs 71 million from the Zarai Taraqiati Bank in 1987 and did not return the money. However, NAB has withdrawn the case on their agreement to pay back the loan.

Like the Sharif brothers, the Chaudhry brothers have made merry of other people’s money. Chaudhry Shujaat Hussain, along with his cousin Pervez Elahi and brother Wajahat Hussain had borrowed massively for Punjab Sugar Mills and coerced the National Bank of Pakistan to write it off. The blatant attempts to legitimise their illegitimacy has been laid bare by the judiciary, and thus they are now trying to agree on a mudslinging ceasefire which, if continued, is likely to burn all of them in disgrace.

The common trait which brings PML-N and PML-Q together is their tainted and corrupt past. A few days ago, these two parties were sworn enemies. However, despite their inherent dislike for each other, they somehow always ended up ‘compromising’ with each other. Not long ago they were ready to slit each other’s throat and now they are almost at hugging distance. This change of colours and preferences is termed as flexibility, while in actual fact it is mere suitability to their own political designs. Such are the ironies in this ‘Political Corruption Association’.

With a record of failed collaborations in the past, it is but natural that this alliance based on circumstantial convenience will wither away with a change in conditions. Both the parties are playing on the nation’s nerves and patience and hoping that political fatigue in the public will once again condone their disastrous and callous decision-making. The reason given for this unwanted reconciliation is that the country cannot afford to have destabilisation which will result if these two ‘saviours’ of Pakistan do not let go of their grudges for the betterment of this country. However, by now the public is completely aware that each one of them is trying to save their skin. Fortunately, there are so many skeletons out of the cupboard now that there is no hiding place.

While the political leadership is focused on saving their positions, the country has been left politically, economically and socially stranded. The horrible potpourri of strategies to deal with the internal and external threats has led the government to a state of ‘no state’. The army is a pivotal part of this game and between the army, White House and the government, foreign policy has become a tragic caricature of shoot or not-to-shoot. On the one hand we have drones that have no sense of humanity, targeting the innocent and not-so-innocent in one go, on the other, we have the Taliban crushing any form of decency in the areas they can penetrate. While the government stands paralysed, anybody with the least of force can stamp on rules and laws.

This state of ‘no state’ is the result of moral bankruptcy. Moral default creates vulnerabilities in leaders in a situation of crisis. As the country faces food crisis, energy crisis and security crisis, the real face of these chronic defaulters has become frighteningly visible. The test of a leader is in testing times, which assess the leader’s ability to make the right choices. Therein lies the opportunity to rise above himself, above the petty issues and fight the temptations to take the easy way out. Strong leadership is all about not giving in and not giving up. Unfortunately, on these grounds every leader of ours has defaulted. They have been led by their own temptations and by the force of circumstances rather than choosing to be ones who would drive the circumstances. To be such a strong leader you need to sacrifice personal interests, ego, and financial, political and social comforts — a tough choice none of our leaders is ready to make. In every adversity there is an opportunity. Having exposed their weaknesses in the hour of crisis, these leaders are giving the nation an opportunity to make choices based on character, performance and behaviour rather than personality, sympathy and rhetoric. As a nation we have to stop believing that except for these faces there is no choice. As a nation we must see the unseen, speak the unspoken and choose the unchosen.

Andleeb Abbas is a management consultant and CEO of Franklin Covey
Courtesy Daily Times, Jan 03, 2010

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