See, here's the thing. We all know and acknowledge that the boss is the boss. He runs the show. He calls the shots and that's just the way it is. Everywhere. At work, at home, in relationships and among countries. Uncle Sam has lost his bonkers, he is slowly loosing his grit and his innate 'uncleness' is wavering. YET he is the BOSS. And probably will continue to be in the near future until someone serves him the notice.
We all have our problems with the boss. The shot calling, arrogant, interfering, won't let us breathe boss. We've all questioned his ways and his stupidity and we also know that in all probability we wont be getting any answers. But since, people like you and me who don't like to shut up for a long time, I am going to go ahead and ask some questions anyway. But first, let's start with a story.
Once upon a time, there was a small country called Ukraine. Like all other countries, big or small, it had it's problems, times of revolt and times of despair. Recently a former prime minister, Yulia Tymoshenko, under went a trial for her corrupt little hand in gas deal with Russia. She was sentenced to 7 years imprisonment. People in Ukraine and the ever so 'good' people of Europe and America feel that she's being set up. She is being eliminated as a strong political adversary of the current president Mr. Viktor Yanukovych. So what happened next was that, our Uncle Sam stood up and said, "I object. I do not vouch for this preposterous 7 year statement that clearly isn't the just thing to do. Now, take back your statement or there will be consequences". By consequences, he meant that the trade agreement between Uncle Sam and Ukraine will suffer. So the judiciary in Ukraine have all put on their thinking hats and are reviewing the rather harsh sentence against Ms. Yulia. Uncle Sam for his part, got up, tightened his vest around the large belly that seems to be shrinking by and by, gave an arrogant nod and humph and left to oversee (read meddle) some other business.
Now, here's my question (after all this drama), that if Uncle Sam thought it right to cut off trade ties with Ukraine over Ms. Yulia's imprisonment, why isn't he taking the same steps towards Pakistan?
I've always thought, really, that the short and simple way of dealing with the devilish ways of Pakistan, was for majority of the countries to say 'No Trade until you mend your ways'. How hard is that? In the recent demise of Mr. Osama Bin Laden, Pakistan actually came out to be the second lead of the drama. The hero was of course Uncle Sam, he cannot share his limelight with the less talented, but Pakistan was the second lead. I mean, yeah the public is too busy worrying about paying taxes and planning the next meal, but we're not THAT self involved. Uncle Sam wants something that Pakistan has to offer. He wants it bad. We get it. But for how long and why are WE paying the price for it? Does the charade ever end?
10/20/11
10/19/11
Dark times lie ahead!
It's a gloomy Tuesday afternoon. Time - 4.15 PM. It's a tinge darker than grey outside. A colour to match my mood. Am all 'greyed' up inside. For the first time i feel strange in a strange land. Like I dissolved into something, something foggy. How am i supposed to find myself? Crawled up on my knees, frantically reaching out to find something familiar to hold on to, to lean against and get a sense of direction. It's scary in here, awfully silent and no matter how many times you scream to ask a question, nobody answers. So easy to get lost in a labyrinth of nothingness. So convenient. Leave the self behind, just loose yourself in this vast nothingness.
Writing this post is like waving a red flag while being buried in the fog. A way of reaching out, hoping someone sees the flag and hunts me down. Someone to bring hope, that the fog will lift and i will find my way back around to myself. A little lost, disheveled, confused by the journey but nevertheless, back.
Writing this post is like waving a red flag while being buried in the fog. A way of reaching out, hoping someone sees the flag and hunts me down. Someone to bring hope, that the fog will lift and i will find my way back around to myself. A little lost, disheveled, confused by the journey but nevertheless, back.
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