Its a third world altogether

Sometimes it takes a bad group picture and guy tears to make u realize its the end of an era. Thats what highschool was. U made all those promises, u said to ureself ure about to win the world, u knew inside ure heart that u were probably never gonna see all these ppl again, but u told ureself there would be reunions.

But nothing lasted. Someone got a job, someone went abroad, someone got married, some were consumed by intoxicants and other addictions and some of us just wandered on, from one thing to another, hoping to conquer the world, and instead being consumed by unfair bosses, cruel love affairs and high cholestrol drive thru chicken.
 
Ure only on the verge of entering 30 years of ure life n already u feel old. U begin worrying about blood cholestrol, hypertension, death, afterlife, unexplained aches and pay cheques and doctors start prescribing prozacs and xanex. All of a sudden u realize u were somehow just pushed into adulthood. U complain to The Higher Power that u dint wanna be here in the first place!

It all becomes a little confusinG. One by one u try to organize ure problems and one by one u pick them up to try to solve them. And then someone else comes up and tells u they feel exactly like u.. That is when u realize its NORMAL to feel a little stumped at this point in time. Especially if u happen to hail from a third world country where even freedom has its limitations.

I say this cuz we are a generation raised on selective textbook history and multiple hour loadshedding. Its amazing how atleast some of us still find time to question historians and do wishful thinking on behalf of politicians.

My bathroom is filled with bottles my husband has never even read the labels of. My dresser’s cluttured with bottles half of which I know I will never even bother to use. Rizwan wonders why we need a handwash if we have soap already and I’ve often wondered the need of shower gel myself. But hey, I gotta have all those colorful bottles anyway!

That’s what our lives are like as well. We have cluttured emotions we don’t know what to do with. We have the exposure to a lot of liberties yet have enormous guilts our religions and traditional values have engraved into our minds. We r gays, lesbians, alcoholics, gamblers, addicts and we are not okay with it cuz basically we would like to go to heaven eventually, wouldn’t we? So we make our lives miserable to the point where things stop making sense and you end up waking one morning lying in someone else’s porch wondering why we were there in the first place.

We love our orthodox families and wish we could live with them, because we miss them so much. But by the time one workday finshes and you hardly have time for your spouse even, u wonder how to fit the rest of the family in.
That’s our dillema. The dillema of being a ‘cheap labour’ off a third world country and actually being proud of call centres.

We have no creative ‘INDUSTRY’ – well atleast not in the sense of the word; its technically not an industry if the govt. is not backing it up and providing lawful protection and loan sanctions. We have made a business out of education. An enemy out of our own religion.

We are a nation waiting for the right ruler but not doing enough to produce one.

But from within I see a ray of light emerging. A new thought tht seeks no cult formation. A thought so powerful it will eventually form those good leaders. Not from our generation it seems, but perhaps from the next.

U mite want to take out ure popcorn for that one.