baba...
no history book, years of experience, and i listened... he kept calling me again and again... but there wasnt a hint of harshness in his tone... only an unspoken urgency in the air that hastened me to him... i found myself pressing (ghutna) his feet...baba for some reason, wanted me by his side... we spoke of aitchison and how 13 long years had merely whet the appetite. we both fought the nostalgia as we glanced thru the invitation of aitchisons hundred and somethinth founders day that asim ali had brought home with him. reminnecsing in the days gone by, we both remembered times when our diets consisted of nothing more than bun kebaabs and pepsis. we compared friends... i think he won.
the silent awkwardness in the air almost forced me to beg leave... but for some reason baba said stay...he started to speak about politics...he started to speak of the last three years... it is a chess game he said... pauns moving all the time... even if one looks away for the slightest instance... youre lost...
the power of the union council nazim... the conflict of interest... the mnas...the mpas...everything came up and was explained in some detail... machiavelli came up... the seat was most important, all important, according to him... i was told that history showed us that even fathers and sons were expendible when it came to safeguarding ones power... then why the different approach, i asked? because in the end we all had to meet our maker and have to do so with a clear conscience...
the fact of the matter is that eventually we all become our fathers... myself, i look forward to it... but i see some people, confused, caught up in a rut... trying to oppose a rolemodel... when they should be embracing it.
the silent awkwardness in the air almost forced me to beg leave... but for some reason baba said stay...he started to speak about politics...he started to speak of the last three years... it is a chess game he said... pauns moving all the time... even if one looks away for the slightest instance... youre lost...
the power of the union council nazim... the conflict of interest... the mnas...the mpas...everything came up and was explained in some detail... machiavelli came up... the seat was most important, all important, according to him... i was told that history showed us that even fathers and sons were expendible when it came to safeguarding ones power... then why the different approach, i asked? because in the end we all had to meet our maker and have to do so with a clear conscience...
the fact of the matter is that eventually we all become our fathers... myself, i look forward to it... but i see some people, confused, caught up in a rut... trying to oppose a rolemodel... when they should be embracing it.
posted by Azam at 1:18 AM
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Try leaving the nest and only then will you be able to relate to the sense of lonliness one can feel in a crowd. The 'awkward silences' are the silences, that in truth, are not really awkward at all- and the weight of history, is the history that defines you down to your etched bones. You will die, your name will die, and only history will stand testimont that you ever lived at all- and when you are gone Baba's name and the shadow it lent your being will be remembered. Live well, so that you can do the same favour for your sons.
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