No more "Dil Dil Pakistan" ?

Muhammad Ilyas in his Article entitled " Pakistan Zindabad" writes about the rising issue of desperateness captivating our mind. he speaks from his own experience. The march of history has brought us from the indulging era of 90's of the melodies of  "Dil Dil Pakistan" to a horrific heartrending decade of 21'st Century where a mere survival seems to be in perils let alone the education and financial matters. 

But hope is still alive and even if there is one We can create one through our efforts. cause there is an adage that says  " If there is no hope then invent one".


Here is his narration of the Situation he puts light on, in his own words...

Pakistan Zindabad
I love my country! Pakistan Zindabad!
When I was a kid these were favorite sentences of mine, I used to write it on my desk, on the frame of the window beside my desk in the classroom, on the door of our drawing room, and I still remember shouting these lines when I went for the performance which was prepared for the Independence Day celebrations. I remember, singing enthusiastically National Anthem in the Morning-Assembly at our school and keeping in mind that it is the greatest anthem of the world because it is the anthem of Pakistan. I remember shouting “Pakistan Zindabad” with Tariq Aziz at the end of “Neelam Ghar” .
Then I grew up, progressed to the next levels, and with time, I left writing these lines, My desk started to fill with the abstract lines and sometimes the names of the girls of our class and of course also with the cheating material. I also remember hiding behind the guys in the assembly so that the teacher couldn’t see me standing silent instead of singing national anthem. I started to get bored by the legendary ending of Neelam Ghar, to be true I was bored by the program itself, by the distinctive voice of Tariq Aziz by the music, which was used to e played on arrival of newly wed couples. I kept growing up, kept moving up the ladder of the education and soon I was bunking from the 14th August celebrations at School and one day I got myself furious at being a Pakistani.
Now when I am quite a grown-up, I have started to feel my responsibility towards my country, now I again want to say Pakistan Zindabad! and I love Pakistan! but I find myself surrounded by a blackness which has blackened my heart; I find my tongue tied with a long rope originating from nowhere; when I try to use my hands to get rid of the chain of worries, security and a lot more from my feet I realize that My hands are nearly to be cut by the deeply penetrated knife of unemployment. I want to see and sense my surrounding but I am quite unable to look more than a couple of inches. But whatever has happened and is happening to me, my brain is still ready to fight, it is all awaken but is unable to think clearly, unable to think about the ways to get rid of all of this crap, and looking for a solution from someone else.
Some days back I dropped by the English Language institute, I used to study at. I happened to have conversation with some of the students over there and on my return was a bit disappointed and a bit shaky on my thinking to do something for Pakistan. What I got there was sheer amazement and taunting by expressing my love for Pakistan. “Pakistan! Huh” and “Do you really mean this?” and “whatever you say, I hate Pakistan” were some of the sentences, which I got to include in my book of emotions.
I may have stopped mumbling in favor of Pakistan, hadn’t I visited Ideas Hut, a website which is known as a marketplace for ideas. There I read a thread on the Map Data about Pakistan, one started by pointing out the inadequate data available on Google maps about Pakistan and soon it was a hot thread with suggestions and volunteers dropping by, by the end of the thread I also got that the guys who volunteered they really made a huge contribution and they really worked. They wanted to do something but they did not know what to do and where to start, once they found out with the help of each other the starting point they went for it and they did it passionately. It really inspired me and provided me the possible issue of this whole problem.
There are certainly people who think that the world other than Pakistan has no problems associated with it an only Pakistan is the only dumbest place to live, but there are guys who consider themselves responsible to do something for Pakistan but as it happens in our education system there is no one to guide them through. There is no starting point for them, normally the Politicians are the starting point for people but unfortunately Politicians of Pakistan have become the institutions of Do Nothing and Earn More. In this situation, we the youth of Pakistan are totally at loss, we keep ourselves happy by saying that we have a lot of talent, I agree we do have the talent, but so have the other countries. The difference between them and us is that they use such talent but we export this talent o other countries or kill it in suicide attacks or let them mingle in the crime world. We do have the talent but we do not know how to utilize such talent.
What is the purpose of writing all of this, I really do not know, I am just spilling what I had in mind. I request you people…people who have the clear thinking and clear pathways to guide us - the youth of Pakistan; We really want to do something for Pakistan but we are unable to find a way to do so or we have gone so sluggish that we are not ready to find one, whatever the case, we need to understand our ways, the ways to help Pakistan. I ask your suggestions in this regard, what we shall do to provide ourselves the path we want to follow. It is not just for Pakistan, it helps “us” in the long run as well. So who is ready to think for Pakistan?
By Muhammad Ilyas • Jun 9th, 2009 •