August is here, the display pictures are turning green and once all the firing and violence is subdued I'm pretty sure the streets too will be painted all shades of green with the various flag-n-badge stalls.
When I was a kid, 14th August meant dressing in the sabz colour, singing patriotic songs and being induced with nostalgic feelings for the country.
Then one day, understanding set in and it dawned on me that Pakistan is not as invincible as I had thought in my childhood and that waving flags and singing songs will not change the position of the millions of inhabitants who are devoid of even the basic necessities of life. Hence started the second stage of my patriotism. The emo depression stage when I refused to sing songs and wave flags and spend my allowance on zabardast light waley badges. Instead, I welcomed chawda agust rather half heartedly.
Chawda Agust? Meh.
And then. I stepped into the latest state of my mind. Sunnyville. Yes, hope and vigour and bahaha-I-will-make-a-change. I don't know how I got here. But I think it has to do something with my extremeties graph. The one which says that if you go a certain degree of lame, you shall turn cool. Similarly my life had hit rock bottom. No, no. It was looking up at rock bottom. Full emo scene awn. So very fucked up I was, dear readers, that I became invincible. Give me the shit dear universe, and I will turn it into shizz.
So, now. On the 14th of August. I will sing songs, spend a decent amount of money on flags, hopefully attend a few events and my own personal creation here: Make a resolutions list. Like new year.
I will write down achievable* goals for one year which aim at making Pakistan better and check next year if I succeeded or not. Fingers crossed.
I'll upload the list soonish.
Ciao. For now.
(*Achievable in my dictionary may mean something a little different than in yours. Example; Me meeting Johnny Depp someday is achievable. For me.)
2 comments:
it was so fun to celebrate 14th aug in childhood, but as we grew elder and realized realities, our passion for celebration died a bit..but still, its a day which unites us all.Gudluck for ur achievable aims..ur dictionary seems interesting and optimistic :)
I like the coolograph :D
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