The few of you who do visit this blog must be wondering about the lukewarm posts, you need not worry, I am back.
I will celebrate my return to form with another Aitchison bashing: I love it, I hate it, it is a part of me and I must lash out at this part of me .. catharsis.. by rejecting those aspects I do not like I am able to affirm those that I like ..
I want to talk about the spineless Aitchisonian this institute has spawned in the last decade or so – and I am one of them. The criticism leveled at Aitchisonians here, is first and foremost, directed to myself, I suffer from all these afflictions; most of the time I cannot fight them, but on rare occasions I see them for what they are. This is such a moment. Aitchison raises the bar for us, it is a launching pad that launches us into a space where we can be part of the ruling elite of our glorious country. The bankers, the IT guys, the bureaucrats, the lawyers, the doctors and the engineers – the backbone of this country – we deserve respect!!
With these possibilities why should we risk treading onto untested roads; why should we take the road less traveled, although, deep down we know that will make all the difference. (Robert Frost)
We are forever looking towards the US and UK, for a more comfortable life. But what about a meaningful life??? What about making things better in Pakistan. What about giving .. what about responsibilities and not about bloody rights.
Why do I blame Aitchison?
Well, because it fails to produce Men. It is churning out pseudo men, who cannot bloody make a decision, who are incapable of standing for the truth, because that would mean loosing so much. Who have no passion. Who are incapable of thinking beyond their selfish needs, not realizing that they would never be satisfied by pursuing such selfish ends.
I recall an incident from my last year in Aitchison that explains what I mean.
I was in my final year, one of our teachers did not arrive for the class and a substitute teacher took his place. The substitute teacher was known for being an idiot, and as soon as he entered, a student instinctively cried out in disappointment, ‘Ohh Shit’ (or something like that). This teacher made us all stand in class and then he started cussing us, saying how we did not have the ‘two round ones’ and were weaklings etc; No one, including the sixteen prefects, uttered a word and he went on. One person in our class decided he had had too much and he sat down. An argument with the teacher followed, where this guy refused to stand, because he had not done it, and he wasnt going to tell who had. This friend of mine was suspended, and yet no other person in the class – barring two – did anything about it. Why? because there was too much to loose.
What we lack is passion for meaningful things – what we have is passion for trivial things.
And men who are like that are just plain boring and are bored of life. Life with them is just a drag .. bereft of satisfaction; reminds me of the cave parable in Platos republic, how sad to have an understanding of life which is mediated by what men have produced, and not a direct connection with the world. TV, stuff, vacations, chilling sessions become our life .. artificial ..
I met a young Aitchisonian recently, and he said to me, ‘Lahore is so boring’. I lost it, and gave him a piece of my mind – because it is not that Lahore is boring, it is that you are boring, fake, shallow, lost, without direction, without intellect, without creativity, without maturity …..
Befriend those who have the spark of life ..