#46 Homeland over art
So I must leave, like flowers that wilt?
"Patria o Muerte" - Che
Congratulations we’ve come so far, so far beyond our human nature, our innate nature, innate philosophy that we’ve adapted ways of cowards, ways of illiterate, dumb and conditioned people. A philosophy that they themselves borrowed from Barbarians and turned into a weapon. There is so much pity in my heart for people who advocate ‘art knows no boundaries’ this statement is so flawed that it stands no ground. Individuals cannot take refuge in the word ‘art’. Art is misinterpreted, misinformed, weaponised, made ends but not the means. The words that modern individuals use are interpreted according to their interests and needs, no fundamentals whatsoever. I pity those who look at one language as superior and another as a language of uncivilised. I’ve been in conversation with hundreds of individuals who glorify one language and despise the use of other. I have known people, I have seen people who while talking about ‘Urdu’ are so passionate and impressed that they make believe and act as if you have the best taste. I pity those who work so hard for Urdu as a language and still the language is seen so shallow that one or two lines define the whole culture, one or two lines define the whole legacy for a modern mind reading it. As someone who has given years to literature, understanding it, reading it, only thing I’ve come to know is that there were brilliant minds in this world whom we’re too lucky to know.
This whole idea is centered around and for individuals who show sympathy for the nation that is Pakistan just because they’re influenced by art and they want to seem humanitarian, charitable and virtuous. Such people who give so much thought to being virtuous, have failed to understand the priorities that life has. Being humanitarian nowadays is an outcome of inferiority and hidden desires of being able to help someone, because they are incapable of doing what’s right, everybody wants to be a revolutionary. When someone quotes that art knows no boundaries, are they really ready to understand that us, individuals are the ones who defined them, the boundaries exist as long as we do.
I remember people giving so much credit and attention to Pakistani indie film industry and Pakistani music industry because they want to seem inclusive? I remember hearing about a Pakistani film called ‘Joyland’ and people praising it as it was a revolutionary work, I can surely say it was just work, nowhere close to being impactful. All the people who talked and analysed the film were the ones who faked their advocacy towards women. They were so elated to be given an opening, an opportunity to pretend that they’re part of a bigger and global crowd. In the place, we had a film ‘Fire in the mountains’ which was a hundred times better than Joyland, that film went almost unnoticed in comparison to the Pakistani film. Let us think and answer, is the borrowed culture so important for us that we have made our own lives inferior in front of it. And for some understanding of what we’ve made of art across borders, we have MADE IT SHALLOW, we have made it a conditioned experience.
Art, architecture and music born, preserved and cherished with our blood, have gone unnoticed, because the modern brain is derailed, flawed and broken. Too much logic has conditioned you beyond measures. Individuals do now know the absence of love is the source and root cause of everything that they suffer from, every disease, every complex feeling. Modern thinking brain is in the dark because it has suppressed everything and individuals have not addressed that they are lonely and are not loved. They find life in the places where life exists in the most minimal, they identify themselves with such art, such life and out of pity, out of sympathy they relate to it. It is not wrong to say they see themselves in that art, that misinterpreted form of art. Modern logic has not let you know that you’re not loved, you have no life, you’re bashing your heads on walls. Look back fools, look back idiots, don’t we have a legacy, a culture to cherish? Our oldest of ruins are cosmic, they have life which has gone unnoticed because of the ego that deserves to be spat upon. Unarguably we have a heritage that has roots more beautiful than the fruits of the culture modern minds have come to cherish.
Nobody talks about the three years we served prisoners of war in our homes, we sheltered them, we saved them. From whom? Their own loving country and yet they never talked about being virtuous. For the advocates that Indian art is also dependent and seen in that nation, think, what logic are we advocating here? ‘War is not the solution’ but it is a need now. Individuals with a thinking brain should know what history says ‘peace is merely the time between wars’. We are given a choice to understand that homeland matters more than art, homeland matters more than our lives. It is what we carry in our hearts.
Homeland or death - I have a few Kashmiri friends whom I care for, whom I love. They have taught me ways I needed to know, they’ve taught me the importance of homeland. They gave me an idea, an objective to work for the homeland, and it all sums up to, me working for the language I’m born with.
From a philosophical standpoint and thought, let us start with philosophy as a word, the word translates to ‘the love for knowledge’. It would be better for us to not use this word loosely in the place of ‘ideology’. We have ideology, we don’t have a philosophy. Philosophy and humanitarianism are complicated, debatable and personal when used together. Even a fool has ideology but do you think a fool is smart enough to step up on the ideology and turn into a philosopher. Some would argue that yes he can. You fools. You can sympathise with a fool until he doesn’t invade your privacy. Individuals, it is better to be a devil’s advocate than being a fool’s advocate. Another eye that made me notice that you’re the fool, because the fool I refer to is smart enough to make you believe the fool has befriended you. Be a liberal not a fool.
Modern mind is crippled and disastrous. We again have to recall what each of our lives mean, what we used to think before all this burden that we called knowing. Let us seek, let us revolutionise.
Consider your mind back, consider your mind in sense when you can make a sacrifice like Oscar Fernandez Mell made for Che. Do what Che did, and consider yourself sane, consider yourself loved, consider yourself logical.
The blood of the people is our most sacred treasure, but it must be used in order to save the blood of more people in the future. ⁃ Beloved Che
So I must leave, like flowers that wilt? Will my name one day be forgotten And nothing of me remain on the earth? At least, flowers and song. How then, must my heart behave? It is vain that we live, that we appear on the earth? ⁃ Beloved Che
So long my friend. Rest well.