a time to remember August 14, 2009
Posted by Halai in arts & culture, brits, history, people, places, politics, religion.3 comments

Cover of TIME magazine dated April 22, 1946
as the years go by, more and more people seem to forget why the country exists as it is today. more and more people know that they are pakistani and will proudly say the same when the national cricket team takes on india or australia, or when they get confused for an indian while being an expat, but not many remember what all happened to make us where we are right now. this is august 14th. a time to remember. hopefully we can sort that out now.
let’s start at the beginning. 1947. jinnah has now fought long and hard and convinced muslims, hindus, indians, parsi’s, christians and all the other indigenous peoples of the sub-continent that aside from the brits leaving india, the muslims of the region need to have a separate state of their own. whether he chose to convince people of this for reasons to better his career (he was a terrible lawyer apparently) is still debated today. why he chose to do this when indians (muslims, hindus and other peoples) had lived harmoniously in the region for centuries is not known either. so on aug 14th, 1947 he manages to succeed and a state for muslims is formed.
it’s called pakistan. for some idiotic reason nobody really notices it’s in two parts divided by another country the size of a mini-continent and nobody really cares (will play into importance in a couple of decades). the name apparently has a double meaning. 1) the land of the pure. 2) p is for punjabi’s, a for afghan’s, k for kashmiri’s, s for sindhi’s and tan for balochis(tan). the mohajir’s are evidently left out. [ed.note: about 14.5 million people crossed the borders between india and pakistan in one of the bloodiest immigrations of peoples ever]. karachi is made the capital of the country. by the way, at this point it’s not an islamic republic yet. nor is it a republic at all. it’s only the ‘dominion of pakistan’ for muslims and anyone else who feels like living here.
the national anthem is now written by a guy called hafeez jalandhry. the reason most of you don’t understand it is because it’s written in farsi (persian). apparently, there was another one that was used when jinnah was alive until 1948, but not many people care about that either. the flag is cheesily designed with an islamic crescent and star and giving the easiest excuse of dimensions by saying the white is representative for minorities and green for muslim majorities. the flag does not at this point, nor has it ever had any state governed dimensions. anyway, now jinnah is the first governor-general of pakistan. [pakistan never had an elected prime minister until zulfikar ali bhutto]. india gave that honour to it’s last viceroy, lord louis mountbatten.
fast forward to 1956 and four prime ministers and governor-generals have gone by. the dominion is now dissolved on march 23rd (that’s why you celebrate pakistan day) and pakistan officially becomes an islamic republic and we now have a constitution. it didn’t last long and was dissolved in a military coup two years later by iskander mirza and ayub khan was made president. this began a long history of pakistan’s military coups and martial law’s.
after ayub came yahya, and yahya (another fellow who had martial law going) was the fellow in charge in 1971. a blemish amongst the many in the country’s history, 1971 was the year bangladesh was formed and east pakistan finished. the bangladesh liberation war as it is officially termed occurred and resulted in the hundreds of thousands of deaths of bengali’s, east pakistani’s and indians (bengali authorities claim that upto 3 million people were killed, whereas the official word from pakistan is as low as 26,000). as per the guinness book of world records, the atrocities of the bangladesh liberation are amongst the top 5 genocides ever. hear that? we’re right up there with the nazi’s and rwanda and cambodia.
after the war, bhutto was handed over power. and thus began the wonderful bhutto legacy that is still the ruin of the country today. to his credit, zulfikar ali bhutto was a man who had the ability to move the masses and speak to them like no other (do watch the entire clip, the last 30 seconds are worth it). he was arrogant and well educated. within a month of moving into office, he began nationalizing pretty much every thing possible. his government promulgated the Nationalization and Economic Reforms Order nationalizing 31 key industrial units. he said “I had made a pledge to the people of Pakistan to implement industrial reforms. I am now beginning to redeem the pledge”. it was indeed only a beginning, and big business was to receive successive jolts during his six years rule and paving the future of rubbish beauracratic government offices. leading industrialists went bankrupt overnight and were either put under house arrest or imprisoned. you can read more on the impact of the nationalization on the pakistan economy here. rest assured, had it not been for nationalization, pakistan would have a very different economic landscape today. oh by the way, he was also the father of pakistan’s nuclear arms program, another terrific waste of resources. bhutto was also the loser behind the farcical amendment in the constitution under pressure from the psycho fundo’s of the time to falsely reflect that the ahmadiyya are non-muslims and anyone claiming to be such would be tried and imprisoned on blasphemy charges.
our next martial law dictator soon follows. zia-ul-haque took over from bhutto in another coup and then later killed the guy for pretty much no particularly reason other than the fact that they didn’t get along very much. this guy pretty much setup the roots of islamic fundo’s that run rampant today in the country. he helped the americans setup and coordinate with the taliban to get the commie’s out of afghanistan. he screwed with the ahmediyya even more than bhutto. he’d cut your arm for theft and other insane sharia laws (flogging or stoning to death for adultery etc). being a shia was almost a sin while this guy was around. he made a ton of money embezzling in the trade of heroin and weapons through the afghan war but not much was evidenced against the guy as he had the media on a gag order too and tv, radio and print was heavily censored due to the fact that zia might have anyone reporting against him killed. his islamization got so bad that women were not allowed out in the evenings after maghrib nor could they be with any males who were not mahram. anyway after a brutal martial law which seemed to last forever, he died in a plane crash in 1988. rumour is that the americans took care of him for us.
after this, between ’88 and ’99 civilian rule resumed exchanging hands between benazir and nawaz. neither did a very good job of it. not much changed and not much happened during these times. aside from karachi. karachi became a mess with the mqm using the city as it’s personal playground. between 1994 and 1995 karachi was a battleground in a civil war between the mqm (I would link to mqm.org but apparently google don’t think it’s a wise idea to head there) and everyone else. operation clean up by the military was initiated and over 2000 people were killed in the city in the months during this cleanup. after, random corruption charges exchanged hands between nawaz and benazir. by 1999 nawaz in an attempt to dismiss the then chief of army (for his escapades in kargil, siachin and other kashmiri areas) failed to do so and general pervez musharraf became the next military ruler of pakistan in another coup. he exiled nawaz sharif to saudi arabia.
during musharraf’s reign, the economy improved significantly. he brought the people of the country out of the rut that they had been in since zia. for the most part the country and the people within were happy. they didn’t care too much who was in power as long as their lifestyles were improving. and they were. they weren’t supressed by his militancy. he opened up the media and improved the arts and culture and education sectors. he improved upon existing infrastructure. he did a lot. too bad he screwed up as well with the lawyers and the lal masjid scenario. his ratings plumetted and then things went downhill from there.
for some reason or the other the country figure they’d be better off having this guy around. what will happen tomorrow, we shall never know. there’s a good timeline here in case anyone is interested. happy 14th august everyone. wishing you a hearty independence from abbas and abbas.
babu ho jaana footpath par August 10, 2009
Posted by Halai in arts & culture, history, people.add a comment
you speak to most people about the golden years of the pakistan film industry and they’ll be quick to remind you that one of the best actors there was, was waheed murad. well here’s an image and a writeup. you ask them to name a film that he was in, and most would be clueless. that’s because he’s a legend. people only know the name nowadays, and not much else. but this post isn’t about him. it’s about the man who gave the voice to waheed murad. a genteel fellow named ahmed rushdi.
why ahmed rushdi? well let’s backtrack for a sec. what if i was to ask who pioneered pop music in pakistan? well you could go ahead and mention alamgir and nazia and shaikhi, but you’d be incorrect as it was mr. rushdi. his influence was such that mr. prevez musharraf went ahead and awarded him with a sitar-e-imtiaz in 2003 posthumously 21 years after his death.
NFP in his famous write up about the ailing music industry of pakistan has his first entry about ahmed rushdi.
but the only reason i really started writing this post was to embed this video below. the audio is obviously been used with modern imagery as the song never really had a video since it was recorded for radio pakistan, nevertheless it’s a fun listen and a classic hit song of ahmed rushdi’s. enjoy.
you can read more about the man here and obviously on wikipedia.
wild scenes July 23, 2009
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a follow up to abbas’ previous post, just wanted to mention a wonderful documentary on the altnernate “film” industry made by akram zadiq called ‘wild scenes’.
the official synopsis reads:
Untill the late seventies Pashtu cinema revolved around traditional themes such as love stories and heroic tales. During the eighties this changed. The story lines became less complex and the appearance of violence increased, on top of that the curvy actresses became a visual focus point. People working in this movie industry, fans, women and religious activists will give an answer to the following question:What kind of movies are Pashtu films and why is this genre better known as the alternative Lollywood porn industry”
the documentary is extremely well done and highly recommended to watch. depending on where you work/live, this may be classified as not safe for work/family.
da khwar lasme spogmay July 23, 2009
Posted by Xill-e-Ilahi in arts & culture, lollywood, michael jackson.3 comments
i haven’t been for landhi for several years now. this is a statement which requires explanation. karachi is supposedly spread out over an area approximating 3,700 square kilometres – though every website on the net has its own variant, ranging from 200 to 20,000 – and the fact that the development of the urban sprawl was not planned for the first sixty (post-partition) years of the said sprawl, resulted in what at times looks like a surprisingly well planned city with five or six industrial areas operating in their own cocoons of commercial and residential areas. so, most people do not need to go to the outer regions – i won’t call them suburbs – for the entire span of their natural lives and actually visit other cities more often than they visit places like gulshan-e-hadeed, surjani town or gulshan-e-maymar. or landhi.
i haven’t been to landhi for several years now. at one time if you headed toward dawood chowrangi from the intersection just before the main quaidabad you would see a bulding looking like a world war 2 bunker on your left, below the bridge, with the rather incongrous name of gulistan talkies painted across its roof – with an even more incongruous billboard wth the tradionally handpainted movie posters for the movie of the week which would probably have something like star wars or the godfather or rocky on it. this was confusing. one day, we investigated and found out that the movie on the poster was just for the poster and that what the projecter cast on the screen for a piddling 2 rupees per person was smut of the worst kind (or best kind, depending on your preferences). now, karachi isn’t exactly kabul but it ain’t amsterdam either. you can get anything anywhere but there is a certain degree of fallout that you have to weather with the force of your wallet or your daddy’s clout. so we didn’t bother entering the place - especially having noted the police mobile parked right outside its gate.
we went someway down the road to a more conventional theatre called nargis of all things, to watch something “safer” – like standard fare lollywood dishouts. and it was here that i realised that the film industry of pakistan is capable of dishing out the most ridiculous sequences ever commited to film - and if you haven’t kept yourself updated with modern day crap on youtube you don’t know what a compliment (or insult, depending on your sense of humour) that is. what we watched that fateful day was one of the industry’s more succesful flops of the year 2005, sarkar. consider the following lyrics from one of the songs on the 27th of the obligatory 43 item numbers per movie:
badan badan pey khoya lapaitway
mein tujh pe laitoon
tu mujh pe laitway(wrap [a certain kind of sweetner made from milk] over bodies
i’ll lie on top of you
you lie on top of me)
and if you think the director swayed away from the literal for a minute, you’re sadly mistaken. but at least the movie had a decent storyline, as storylines go in lollywood. it was your standard fare gandasa/kalashnikov culture flick which show a good guy taking the bad route, meeting a worse guy on the way and culminating with him killing a million baddies after having danced everytime it rained with a series of cows masquerading as starlets who had been clothed by the guy who designed the outfit for brothel barbie. like i said, standard fare. if you have not explored lollywood - a sad but enlightening depiction of pakistani culture, shorn of the facade of propriety we maintain - you have to visit hotspot. especially the stuff they’ve got on legendary lollywood flicks like haseena atim bum and international gorrilay.
but i leave you with something more in tune with the times, what with michael bhai jackson passing away and all and the one minute silence in the sindh provincial assembly to commemorate his death (as opposed to the complete apathy towards the hundreds of lives lost in the swat operation).
in the late eighties or early nineties (i can’t remember which – before documented history anyway) i watched a movie which STN aired on thursday night primetime called prince. it starred the “dashing” action hero afzal khan rambo and his wife sahiba with a special appearnace by legendary pakistani folk singer arif lohar as himself. i can’t remember what the movie was about but the opening sequence will remain with me all my life but as their is no guarantee of when said life will end i thought i’d put it down for you to cringe and shudder with shame by ( i know the wannabe cool readership of this blog and their proclivities).
the movie opens with sahiba acting like a spoilt child on her birthday saying she wants michael jackson to be at her party. her brother, being the kind of obligatory idiotic elder brother every girl in pakistan has to have, asks rambo what to do who assures him that he will take care of it. cue to the next scene, a shot of sahiba pouting at the foot of what is more a conference table than a dining table with hundreds of people standing around her trying to cheer her up when all of a sudden her face lights up at the sound of disco music. shee looks up and guess who’s on the table in white socks, leather jacket and tight trousers? rambo, of course. the lyrics are self explanatory.
aap nay yaad kiya
agaya mein
na dikhaye mujh se zyada koi ack-shun
i am michael jaaik-sun
cringing just yet? if its any solace, the period is known as the dark ages of lollywood*
*for a more serious discussion on lollywood and why it is what it is, look up nadeem farooq paracha’s archive in dawn‘s images sometime.
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the title of this post is the name of the pashto version of catwoman. she weighed 350 pounds.
feline, very feline.