Pakistan is drowning. And there's nothing we can think of that can keep the country afloat. There is no positivity left in us, just a quiet desperation as we watch people fighting for food, for medicine, for the right to survive.
August 22, 2010
I just emerged on the other side of an incredibly intense political debate, not quite bloodied, but most definitely bruised. If you're wondering, I think neither party emerged a winner. Frankly, we're all losers in this particular discussion: how the fuck did the motherland manage to get to this point, and where do we go from here. The truth is, we're fast coming to the conclusion that there IS no answer. That this latest disaster is just too-damn-big for us to even comprehend entirely. Frankly the worst is yet to come once the water recedes leaving behind disease and desperation. As the gap between an the poor and marginalized and the elite widens exponentially rising food prices and inevitable food shortages will spark riots and mayhem amongst the starving. Those of us who 'have' will - justifiably perhaps - become victim to the 'have-nots'. It's not just a difficult time, we anticipate, but an impossible one. And a room full of people who have - in some capacity or another - embraced the mandate to 'develop' the motherland looked at each other after hours of discussion with helplessness. Because despite everything we realize that there's very little we can do except watch, and wait, and hope that it won't be as bad as we think it will.