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Fragrance of fear

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What do we make of this country called home?

It’s a mess. No it’s not. It’s a wreck. No it’s not. It’s a land of confusion. No it’s not.

And yet look around you and see opposites unite like cosmic contradictions. Look around you and wonder how these celestial blunders could paint heavenly pictures across the starry sky. Look around you and marvel at the black holes of change exuding dark matter of positivity across a galaxy that seems to be collapsing into itself.

What is wrong with us? Or is it that the fault lies not in ourselves but in our system. Ah! The famed system is always the villain, sometimes unsuitable to our genius, other times ill-suited to our temperament and some other time mismatched with our culture and heritage. It is this infuriating, unforgiving, unrelenting system and our collective obsession with it that drags us down to the depths of our dismay only to pull us back to the summit of our hopes.

But not really.

Try explaining this to Shahid Khaqan Abbasi — the universally respected former prime minister — as he sits in his NAB lockup trying to explain to his captors the difference between LPG and LNG. Try explaining this to Miftah Ismail — the widely admired former finance minister — as he hangs on to his freedom on the delicate thread of a week-long bail while explaining to the universe the sheer ridiculousness of the charges against him.

Both will grin back. They know the system and its cosmic contradictions. They were the system for a while. They realise the elasticity of its structure and........

© The Express Tribune