Supreme Court Tailors the Uniform

Awaited verdict, arriving winters through September and it brings in faltering hopes of the political parties which lost no chance to criticise the same Supreme Court and the Chief Justice, for which they rallied and braved the heat of Punjab in June and July, when the Uniform was declared as legal today around at 15.00 (PST, +500 GMT).

Political parties, which had all preparations in place, had the President and the commander been stripped off. The bets lay lose and naked. The same anticipation was in the air when the Big B (Nawaz Sharif) was expected to be around and sent back to his old refuge, old barracks yet again. The anticipation was blown to pieces. Alas, Pakistan public yet again fails to realise what good differs from bad and how. Goats and sheep all get crowded when its time to get slaughtered, amassed doesn’t entitle celebration.

The Government, has been sly, cautiously accepting criticism but knowingly peeking into other’s cards but keeping low on it’s. Government yet again gets a breath of life, though this time it doesn’t look so short. The present Government now can envisage a confirmed victory in the upcoming elections when, at the critical and sensitive moment, Supreme Court rallies in to shove and show its support for the Army.

Sharifs and Bhuttos, who saw convenient death of their so-called ‘Charter of Democracy’. Rumours are around that Benazir engineered the slip of Nawaz Sharif this time. Once a rival, always a rival; in between a relationship of convenience, relationship of Brothers and Sisters. Raakhi Bandhan gets sour. Dirty savage politics.

Be it the uniform or else, the poor public stays numbed and sidelined as ever. Inflation spiralling smoothly, coffers being filled, bridges are falling. No not the London Bridge but the Mayor’s Bridge. Friends and relatives enjoying protocols and services. Uniform does come in with compromises, much work too has been done. Political parties even now after the passage of 5 years, didn’t prove themselves deserving.

Not a single university, hospital, energy sector regulation, industrialisation, unified support against inflation sprouted from the Province of NWFP, where MMA enjoys its monopoly. Undoubtedly, the present Government would have been on its toes had the MMA delivered its promise. Had there been a single percent improvement in education in NWFP, the Madrassahs would never have been in the news. MMA stands failed here. Totally flop.

How could then Political parties come out in protest. What blank cheque have they delivered to the public? How come can they imagine support in the upcoming election? How can Election Commission expect free and fair election? With paltry situation and ground facts lying bare like this, where exquisite airports are constructed around slums, how would the public even care to use their right which is financed from their taxes and nominates Wolves of the jungle roaming around?

All thing aside, the lawyers, who joined the procession and breathed life in the independence of Courts, reduced down to savage usage of language right after the verdict. Anticipating sunny day and down came the rain. What to do? Run but they slander the Judges who were quite indiscriminate and professional with 6-3 difference. Even the Golden Goal, if applied, Uniform wins. Respect the law. Whatsoever. Period.

Before the international Media, the better half of thoughts should be exercised. A little respect is expected. Whatever comes down their way, its good. What goes around the block, they get personal. How justified is this?  Everyday is not a Sunday.

What’s Next, Dear Opposition?

The ruckus, the crisis of all crises, the marriage of protest and ridicule, the criticism has ended.

What‘s next, Dear Opposition? Yeah, another protest as to why the CJ was out of office all these months. Or, maybe, another one to restore and renovate his loo. You need a reason to live. And a reason to make a living.

A reason always, to be on the screens, on the ‘American Satellites‘, on the Umreeki papers to be the favourite hodgepodge coterie needed for the upcoming elections. Tickets are to be sold again. Loyalties with gleeful smiles and promises. The drama folds and unfolds in the same way.
Same faces, different parties. The fate remain the same.

What‘s next, Dear Opposition?
The Supreme Court gives the verdict here and the celebration starts there. The Jamia Hafsa issue is no longer heard. The cries of wounded, the misplaced, the insignificant bodies registered with eternity, the missing children; all dissipated in the hullabaloo of the celebration.
Same picture, colours different. Same picture of May 12, Carnage in Karachi and celebrations in Islamabad. But this time a bit of Religious green was there.

What‘s next, Dear Opposition?
Advocates of Democracy, the anti-Military-rule doctrine preaching minds; can they point out any legitimate reason to go for Democracy, the democratic representation?
What if this issue came up during the Democratic rule? Would it have been in a fragile setup (coalition government, one threatening to side by CJ, supposedly, and another opposing), able to contain it.
But look here, a swift and a thoughtful card, is played and many are hushed.
The memorable of love stories are tragic where the love bonds but lovers don‘t. Devdas in case.
But the case in point, CJ gets married to his job again.

What‘s next, Dear Opposition?
The same cronies, who sided with Nawaz, are under the umbrella of Musharraf. Is it Musharraf‘s fault? Same loyal figures would be seen badmouthing him. This is assured.
At least, military chooses the most shapest, the smartest, the sly piece who could take up this chess game with many players at a time. Media, Foreign lobbies, neighbours, Foreign investment, interior ministry, common man. Everyone has to be taken care of, at the expense of any one of these, or all of these. Vicious it is as it is.

Double game, double face, double standards, rich richer poor poorer. Musharraf being lauded as reliable partner, sometimes put to test for siding with, hideously though, with the Talibanese, the Chinese.

What would have democracy done in this case. Some would have resigned just to add more fuel to the fire. Some would have been lull. Most would have had changed parties.
But here, started the issue, took the criticism, face is stoned, put the lid back, back to square one.
What goes around, comes around.

Reading Orya Maqbool Jan, today‘s edition of Express (www.express.com.pk), citing the Spanish General who took Army recruitment in 1888, went ahead to be the head of the state, crushed the masses, unemployment was rampant, no industry, his cabinet was promoted but the end seemed to be not favouring the General. Had to flee the armed agitation. Died ignoble death out of Diabetes.

Why is 2007 compared to 1888? Were there India and Afghanistan as neighbours? Was there America to poke itself around? Nuclear states? Shaikh Rasheed?
Name any odd even. Not even far enough is there any similarity.
However, fate of the latter is predicted with the former. One what grounds?
Through all these series of melodramatic soap show, through 2006, Musharraf proved to be unnerved. No matter how hard tried, this ain‘t the place to nail in.

Argument gets longer, but concluding, democracy altogether is a toddler which wants Pakistan to kneel as well as itself.

But what‘s next, dear Opposition?

And yes, America grits its defeat in Afghanistan, yet again. The land cannot be captured or won, Uncle Sam prepares to proceed to Pakistan, for where it has prepared legitimate but unfounded proof on Al-Qaeda. This would be third and Final American wish and blunder. Every sequel ends on third, with Harry Potter as the exception. America is not an exception, neither is this a fantasy land weaved by Pentagon.