دوغلا پن یا منافقت ؟ Dualism or Hypocrisy ?

قدیر احمد رانا نے ایک طالبہء علم کا نظریہ تحریر کیا ہے کہ لڑکیوں کا نماز پڑھنا۔ سر کو ڈھانپنا۔ جینز نہ پہننا وغیرہ “ملّا” نام کی ایک بیماری ہے جس کا علاج ماہر نفسیات۔ معافی چاہتا ہوں۔ ماہر نفسیات نہیں بلکہ دماغی امراض کے ماہر سے کروانا پڑتا ہے لفظ سائیکاٹرسٹ لکھا ہے۔ ملاحظہ ہو اقتباس :

یار میں تو آج کل بہت پریشان ہوں اپنی چھوٹی بہن کی وجہ سے ۔۔۔ میری بہن تو بہت خراب ہوتی جا رہی ہے ۔۔۔ کہیں پکنک پر جائیں تو وہ ہمارے ساتھ نہیں جاتی ، کہتی ہے کہ میری نماز رہ جائے گی ہر وقت سر پر دوپٹہ سا اوڑھے رہتی ہے ۔۔۔ اور تو اور اب اس نے جینز پہننی بھی چھوڑ دی ہے ۔۔۔ ہمیں تو ڈر ہے کہ کہیں وہ بھی ” مُلا نہ بن جائے ۔۔۔ ہم نے ایک سائیکاٹرسٹ سے کنسلٹ کیا ہے اور اب ہم اس کا پراپرلی علاج کرا رہے ہیں۔

کیا آپ مندرجہ بالا باتیں کہنے والی لڑکی کو مسلمان کہیں گے ؟ آج کی دنیا میں قدریں بدل چکی ہیں۔ کوئی وقت تھا جب کہا جاتا تھا ۔۔۔ سیرت کے ہم غلام ہیں صورت ہوئی تو کیا ۔۔ سرخ و سفید مٹی کی مورت ہوئی تو کیا۔۔۔ لیکن مادیّت اور دکھاوے نے آدمی کو اتنا گھیر لیا ہے کہ قدریں مٹ چکی ہیں یا خلط ملط ہو کے رہ گئی ہیں۔ آج قابلیت سے زیادہ سندوں کی قیمت ہے اور اس سے بھی زیادہ بے ڈنگ فیشن اور اثر و رسوخ کی۔ آدمی دوغلا پن یا منافقت کا شکار ہو چکا ہے۔ آدمی یہ بھول چکا ہے کہ اس کی پیدائش کیسے ہوئی اور وہ کسی کے آکے جواب دہ بھی ہے۔ اب ذرا پڑھئے میرے چشم دید واقعات۔ فی الحال صرف دو۔

کئی سال پہلے ایک محلہ دار کے ہاں سے میری بیوی کو دعوت ملی کہ بیٹے کی شادی سے ایک دن پہلے قرآن خوانی کرنا ہے اس لئے آپ بھی آئیں۔ میری بیوی چلی گئی۔ میری بیوی منہ پھلائے گھر واپس آئی تو وجہ پوچھی۔ کہنے لگی۔ قرآن خوانی کے اختتام پر چائے کیک مٹھائی وغیرہ سے تواضع شروع ہوئی اور ساتھ ہی اونچی آواز می پاپ موسیقی لگا دی گئی۔ میں تو ایک دم چلی آئی ہوں۔

ایک محترمہ اپنی عزیز خواتین کے ہمرا ایک کھاتے پیتے تعلیم یافتہ گھرانہ میں اپنے بیٹے کے لئے رشتہ لینے گئیں اور لڑکی کی ماں سے مخاطب ہوئیں۔” ہم مذہبی لوگوں کو پسند کرتے ہیں۔ آپ کا کسی نے بتایا کہ آپ نیک لوگ ہیں۔ آپ کی بیٹی جسم اور سر اچھی طرح ڈھانپ کے رکھتی ہے۔ بہت اچھی بات ہے لیکن دیکھیں نا۔ میرا بیٹا آفیسر ہے۔ اس نے دوستوں سے ملنا اور پارٹیوں میں جانا ہوتا ہے۔ ہائی سوسائٹی میں تو پھر ان کے مطابق ہی کپڑے پہننا ہوتے ہیں نا۔”

ہمارا آج کا معاشرہ اللہ سبحانہ و تعالی کا نام لینے والوں کو جاہل اور گنوار کا لقب دیتا ہے۔ مگر کامیاب وہی ہے جو اللہ سبحانہ و تعالی سے محبت کرتا ہے اور اسی سے ڈرتا ہے۔ میں ان لوگوں کی حمائت نہیں کرتا جو بظاہر تو مذہبی ہوتے ہیں نماز روزہ بھی کر لیتے ہیں مگر باقی معاملات میں اللہ سبحانہ تعالی کے احکام کی پیروی نہیں کرتے۔

نظر آتے نہیں بے پردہ حقائق ان کو
آنکھ جن کی ہوئی محکومی و تقلید سے کور

گلستاں میں نہیں حد سے گذرنا اچھا
ناز بھی کر تو باندازہء رعنائی کر
پہلے خود دار تو مانند سکندر ہو لے
پھر جہاں میں ہوس شوکت دلدائی کر

فروغ مغربیان خیرہ کر رہا ہے تجھے
تری نظر کا نگہباں ہو صاحب مازاغ
وہ بزم عیش ہے مہمان یک نفس دو نفس
چمک رہے ہیں مثال ستارہ جس کے ایاغ
کیا تجھ کو کتابوں نے کور ذوق اتنا
صبا سے بھی نہ ملا تجھ کو بوئےگل کا سراغ

Human rights and hypocrisy

Writes an eminent journalist, Irfan Husain:

SHORTLY after 9/11, I was flooded with e-mails from Americans who suddenly wanted to learn more about foreign perceptions of their country.The question “Why do they hate us?” kept cropping up in letter after letter. I explained that over the years, successive US administrations had acted in ways that would have shocked the average American had he known what was being done in his name. But Americans tend to be largely insular, and ignore international events.Now, in these lawless post-9/11 days, the Bush administration can literally get away with murder. The recent revelations from Bagram in Afghanistan are part of the overall picture of a latter-day Gulag stretching from Guantanamo Bay to Abu Ghraib to Afghanistan.Whenever the Americans have conducted an internal inquiry into prisoner abuse, we have been told those responsible were untrained in interrogation techniques. How much training does it need for decent people to know they are inflicting agony on their prisoners?Irene Khan, director of Amnesty International the organization, has lambasted the American military for running what she calls the ‘gulag for our times’.

Of course American abuse of prisoners must be condemned by all of us. But at the same time, we need to take a hard look at what’s happening in our prisons. In its annual report for 2004, this is what Amnesty International says about Pakistan’s track record: “Torture and ill-treatment by the police and prison officers remained routine and the perpetrators were rarely held to account. Several people died in custody.” The report does not mention the role of our intelligence agencies in torturing suspects. However, from time to time, their hand is exposed. A few months ago, a British TV channel ran an investigative documentary in which a mysterious American executive jet was shown taking off from American and European airports and flying prisoners to remote destinations in the Middle East. The programme interviewed a Canadian Muslim who had been flown from the United States to his native Syria and tortured for months. This is not to suggest that the Muslim world has a monopoly on torture. Far from it. But human rights abuses flourish most brutally in the absence of democracy, and unfortunately, the record of Muslim countries in political freedom is pretty dismal.

So why this outrage over the excesses committed by Americans in Guantanamo Bay, Abu Ghraib and Bagram? Because the Americans have set themselves higher standards, and their entire legal system prohibits the abuse of prisoners.

America has often been criticized for double standards, but never has the chasm between words and actions been as wide. Now when the US government chides some dictator for mistreating his citizens, he will turn around and quote Amnesty on American treatment of prisoners.In Abu Ghraib, those responsible for the abuse of prisoners defended themselves by saying they were “only having fun”, and claimed they were acting under orders. Clearly, if America wishes to win back its moral authority, it will have to look into the actions of senior civilian and military officers in the chain of command. But the fact that Rumsfeld has been retained as defence secretary in Bush’s second administration is an indication that it is business as usual in Washington. (For complete story please click on the title above)

Disorder in the Court (will make you at least smile)

These are from a book called Disorder in the Court. These are things people actually said in court, word for word, taken down and now published by court reporters
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Q: What is your date of birth?
Ans: July fifteenth.
Q: What year?
Ans: Every year.
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Q: How old is your son, the one living with you?
Ans: Thirty-eight or thirty-five, I can’t remember which.
Q: How long has he lived with you?
Ans: Forty-five years.
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Q: What was the first thing your husband said to you when he woke up that morning?
Ans: He said, “Where am I, Cathy?”
Q: And why did that upset you?
Ans: My name is Susan.
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Q: Now doctor, isn’t it true that when a person dies in his sleep, he doesn’t know about it until the next morning?
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Q: Were you present when your picture was taken?
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Q: She had three children, right?
Ans: Yes.
Q: How many were boys?
Ans: None.
Q: Were there any girls?
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Q: Can you describe the individual?
Ans: He was about medium height and had a beard.
Q: Was this a male, or a female?
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Q: Doctor, how many autopsies have you performed on dead people?
Ans: All my autopsies are performed on dead people.
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Q: All your responses must be oral, OK? What school did you go to?
Ans: Oral.
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Q: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?
Ans: No.
Q: Did you check for blood pressure?
Ans: No.
Q: Did you check for breathing?
Ans: No.
Q: So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy?
Ans: No.
Q: How can you be so sure, Doctor?
Ans: Because his brain was picked up from the scene and put on my desk in a jar.
Q: But could the patient have still been alive, never the less?
Ans: Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law somewhere, asking people questions like those you just asked me now.

NOTE: More stuff to your delight will keep on be coming.

Are the Kashmiris free Indian Citizens or Terrified Slaves ?

May 25, 2005: Writes Khalid Hassan, a Washington (USA) Journalist:
There isn’t a sadder city than Srinagar.
The last time I was there was in 1983. Another 22 years were to pass before my stars would take me there again. It is less than three weeks as I write this since I was there and though I have spoken about what I saw of it and what I experienced, this is the first time I am trying to write about it.

One of the most eerie experiences I have ever had was being driven in a car through the streets of the city at around 10.30 at night and finding them utterly deserted. Srinagar had turned into a ghost town. The city shuts its doors soon after nightfall.

The inside lights of the car had been kept on, that being the regulation laid down by the Indian security forces that patrol the streets night and day. A darkened car runs the risk of being fired on. There was no sound at all except the noise the tyres made on the metalled road and the dogs which barked dementedly.

When I went to Srinagar in 1983, which was six years before the uprising, even then the city was practically crawling with Indian soldiers. There were bunker-like structures everywhere. You couldn’t walk a hundred yards without running into Indian military presence.

This alone, it occurred to me then, was enough to debunk the myth that the Kashmiris had reconciled themselves to living under Indian rule or being an integral part of India.

It is not true, as India maintains, that but for Pakistani interference, the Kashmiris would be happily living as happy Indian citizens. Srinagar is a ravaged city. It is also one of the most dusty cities that I have been to, which makes no sense because it is a city that lies beside one of the world’s most beautiful lakes and on either side of the meandering Jhelum river. But the city has crumbled. Fifty-seven years of conflict have taken their toll.

What is sold on the streets of a city tells you a great deal about that city and its people. In Srinagar I found seller after seller of second-hand clothing, their none-too-attractive wares placed on the footpath. Most people you see on the street look harried, ill-at-ease and tense.
There are few signs of prosperity. Unemployment, especially among the educated, is said to be high. The shops are poorly stocked and what they stock is of poor quality. The two main bookshops of the city have more old books than new.

The old houses, of which Srinagar is full, look as if they are about to fall. Anywhere else they would have been pronounced unfit for human habitation. The once picturesque bridges over Jhelum look ramshackle. Srinagar no longer is a city of gardens. The trees of Wazir Bagh and Gol Bagh have made way for urban ugliness. The Nagin Lake, one of the world’s most beautiful, is a cesspool.

The grand maples of Nasim Bagh still stand but there used to be far more of them than there are today.

Kashmiris are deeply suspicious of the India-Pakistan peace process. They are not sure where it will leave them. They feel that some kind of an understanding or arrangement has been made between the two countries over their heads and, once again, as in their long and sad history, they are going to be bartered away without being asked.

The alienation with India is total. No Kashmiri sees himself as an Indian. When I say Kashmiri, I mean the Muslims of the Valley. Nor do they want union with Pakistan as they once did. There is great disillusionment with the policies followed by Pakistan at their expense.

As you stand on the streets of what was once a paradise on earth, you wonder if that would ever come to pass. The reality of Kashmir today is the graveyard of the martyrs where almost all graves are those of young men cut down in the first flower of their youth. It is a shattering experience. (To read the full story please click on the title)

مسخرا اور بھانڈ وغیرہ منافق نہیں ہوتے Clown and Jokers are not Hypocrite

آج کے زمانہ میں لوگ ترقی تو بہت کر گئے ہیں اور دولتمند بھی ہو گئے ہیں مگر چہروں سے بشاشت غائب ہو گـئی ہے۔ اس دور میں مسخرے اور بھانڈ کی شائد زیادہ ضرورت ہے مگر اب کم از کم شہروں میں تو نظر نہیں آتے۔ ہماری نوجوان نسل نے تو شايد انہیں دیکھا بھی نہیں ہو گا۔ کیا مہارت ہوتی تھی ان میں۔ محفل میں کتنا ہی افسردہ شخص کیوں نہ ہنسے بغیر نہ رہ سکتا تھا۔ مسخرے اور بھانڈ کی شخصیت بھی عجیب ہوتی ہے۔ بظاہر خوش اور لاپرواہ مگر اندر سے بعض اوقات غم کے مارے ہوئے۔ مسخرے اور بھانڈ منافق نہیں ہوتے وہ تو اپنے بول اپنی حرکات اور چہرہ بھی صرف دوسروں کو خوش کرنے کے لئے بدلتے ہیں۔ پرانی بات ہے ایک مسخرے سے پوچھا کہ اس نے یہ پیشہ کیوں اختیار کریا ؟ بولا ” اپنے غم تو دوسروں کو دے نہیں سکتا۔ لوگوں کو ہنسا کر مجھے اپنے غم بھول جاتے ہیں

These days, people have advanced in many directions and have also collected wealth but happy faces have considerably reduced in number. Clowns and jokers are needed more these days than before. Somehow this institution is heading towards closure. At least in the cities one can not think of them. Perhaps, our young generation may not have seen even one of them. What skills these people had ! Even the most worried and the most pessimistic person used to laugh heartily on the acts of Clown / joker. Clown and jokers have a strange personality, apparently, happy and careless but, sometimes, a gravely worried person. Clowns and jokers are not hypocrites. They act what they are not only to please others. Long ago, I asked a clown why he had adopted to be a clown. He said, “I can not give my worries to others. I feel a relief in my pain when I see others laughing.”