Parallel Reality

Dedicated to all the people with potential to go for greater heights:

So here he stands as the time passes by. Being precieved by many as lethargic but considered talented by some. Has a skill set, believe that he can do something with what he is capable of. It's in his blood for generations but this vivid and epic force forces him otherwise. It calls itself as the protector. It wants to protect him anyway or anyhow. This sheer power of the force, uncontrollable, sweeps him off his turf and puts him in an unknown territory. Safe indeed he is, he looks into the future and it looks bright. But what about the mindset, the skills developed overtime and before birth? Is this all about the need of safety or the want of developing potential? He stands puzzled but he would not dare to upset the force as it is the only source of protection and affection. But on the other hand, like a time bomb ticking, he understands that he has to be a force of his own as the existing one is losing it's grip. Is he ready for it? With ideas pouring out and time closing in like darkness, Is he making up excuses for failing to get the grip of what he has and making dellusions of what he can achieve? Is it worth taking a risk of what he can do, or to just dwell in what he already has? Losing his mind he panicks, lies, sweats, loses his sleep. Becomes destructive in his own territory. Must he understand that the life is not full of butterflies and rainbows or he can wait for a messiah who can make this better? Must he take a step forward into the darkness with a chance of success standing parallel to the chance of failure or just stand in the centre of the light which is fading fast? He has to make a decision, time is not his friend. Losing his mind and sinking in the darkness, he prays for hope to come to him. Blind faith, which lost against logic in his mind years ago. Even the Great Lord might think twice before sending help. As he helplessly awaits, he is petrified.

Jugaar: Pride of the Nation

It's been a while since I wrote my last blog post. For those who read, I do get emotional and high when I'm sleepy (well, more high than emotional). High enough to type the whole post on my cellular notes, copy it from my cell-phone to my pc by texting the whole thing to myself and then post it here. Life isn’t easy with a non-3G cellphone in this era of modernism. Yet I still take my pride in pulling of things with the JUGAAR factor. I know we all have our definitions of Jugaar, like this joke which introduced me to the term itself. The joke: Once an American came to Pakistan in his BMW on a road trip. Somewhere in Karachi, his car starts to trouble him, He goes to a mechanic asks him if the car can be repaired. the mechanic responds, "you need jugaar to fix this car." He did not trust the authenticity of the thing or the term itself and  moves on. Somehow, he reaches Lahore with his car and tries to get it repaired. He gets the same response from the mechanic. Then Islamabad and he hears the same word. He takes his car back to the U.S, goes to the BMW repair center. He mechanic there says that the car is dead and there's no way in hell that it could be fixed. The poor guy saddened by his loss, asks the mechanic. "Do you guys use JUGAAR over here????” He sends his car back to Pakistan, gets it fixed, drives it for another 3 days before it is done for good. Until recently I also saw a Facebook ad which read "make free calls to UK, CHINA, USA, and FRANCE. Pakistanis doing what they do best."

China takes pride in making cheap sneakers, France and French-Canadians take pride in croissant but we Pakistanis, take pride in taking and inventing shortcuts. Might be a turn off when it comes to the government and politics but free cellular calls, free web-streaming, Pirate movies, MP3 songs played on a monophonic cell-phone. Or a cheap doll singing indian songs. I don't want to go to the "dark side" of this term which includes deep crap of bribery and governmental issues because the white side itself is good enough.

Jugaar for me, works like a rubber band. It can hold stuff together before it is expanded too much and snaps. So you got to look for another rubber band. Jugaar might be using "Kunda" to steal electricity to light his street up for a late night cricket match against local rivals. Jugaar might work like a inheritance, some get it from their parents, some just make it develop it. Rest assured, almost everyone has it but of course, like freemasonary, Jugaar itself has a lot of levels, including Master Jugaaris, stuff they do is master genius, they can get jobs, they can give you jobs, they can hot-wire a Porsche. They exist in different social classes and ages groups but they all have similar charaterisitics, they won't stick around with your problem for too long because it goes against their code and like mentioned above, it's short term solution but they can get out of anything. Might it be a federal minister or a tech-savvy 6 year old!

Jugaar for me, works to an extent to which my conscience allows me. But being "reserved" has its cons, like I am waiting to get my driver's license made for months. But don't think I lack my jugaari abilities by any means, It will be proved as soon as google or others starts to pay me for what I write. I don't know I might end up putting together some Jugaar to get paid myself. I mean, putting these jugaari abilities to a better use. May be just for myself for now, and for others later but like they say, Charity begins at home.