The People of India and Pakistan behold an ever-so sparkling love for the game of Cricket.
People alien to the game wonder what is so fascinating about it? But then how many of you back home have heard the phrase “It’s not just a game”? Cricketers are the highest cherished celebrities back in the sub-continent where people see them as national heroes who make them consistently proud everywhere they go. If there is any other form of entertainment these people seek in terms of media and music, they either find senseless movies or popular music imported from other nations.
Cricket rules the heart of South Asians. Period. This is a fact not even the Chief Justice of Pakistan could restrain by assembling the world’s longest march. It could be scrutinized that even the assassination of the former Prime Minister Benazir Bhutto was not able to pile up a Mount Everest of broken hearts around the nation, as much as the horrendous shoot out at the Sri Lankan team did. The world mourned. Cricket mourned, and The Pakistani romeo and Juliets of cricket were contrived into kissing cricket at home good bye. And this wasn’t the end of it. The mental state of the Pakistani masses wasn’t only ruled by shock, fear and depression but in fact created a psychologically disturbing situation that evoked an ambience of humility and disbelief in the current system of our very own pride and categorical structure of security. The next shock was to acknowledge the fact that we’re losing an opportunity to watch the IPL in India. What a shame.
It’s always embarrassing and an attack on the sovereignty of a nation’s pride when Australia refuses to tour; or when Mahendra Singh Dhoni says he is happy to not be in Pakistan; When Lalit Modi gives out statements stating “India is a very safe place because this is not Pakistan” – or when Kevin Pietersen considers the offer of going to India, inspite of being honored as one of the highest paid individuals. Is that how you respond to a nation that gives you utmost respect and love?
But then we also have to understand that because our very own souls lack the element of trust that law enforcement agencies and security structures will somehow always fail to save us from exploding into tiny splinters of waste just because a brain washed militant decides to blow us apart in the name of religion, knowing not he’s murdering the innocent people who frankly don’t give a turd of their fecal matter to either Mr Obama’s remarks nor his allies. These people who die are victims soaked into their everyday lives brimming with the never ending pressures of social security, growing inflation and mother recession.
And so when the NATO bombs a region full of “Terrorists” and “Natural resources,” believe me; it is humanity that suffers – and it is only hate that takes birth. Vengeance is a human instinct and is ought to come out in a ball trusted with scorn and explosive jackets targeted emphatically towards sensitive spots, which would be, of course, the vulnerable crowded peace loving societies of Pakistan and India. The leading habitats of cricket fans in the globe.
No one realizes Pakistan is vulnerable to these murderous numb skulls. The Economics magazine has termed Pakistan as one of the most dangerous places on earth; and even I being an ardent Pakistani patriotic agree with the bitter fact. Twelve terrorists are roaming around freely in our nation. How disturbing is that? Not just because I’m patriotic but because my family wanders around the streets of this nation; my beloved motherland is in danger.
And if me being a hard core Pakistani fan has lost faith in this politically unstable situation – how is it that I can blame the foreign political bodies to believe in our structure of security proposals, hence inviting them to come and play with us? What comes next? Twenty four armed men with rocket launchers and AK-47’s thrashing a whole battalion? What will be next? A radical organization bombing a cheering crowd in a cricket stadium in India?
It’s sad to see dead bodies protecting officials; later being disgraced by understandably traumatized umpires. It’s heart breaking to read more headlines about Pakistan cricket in particular. It’s horrible to see the terrorists win.
Looking back at Mumbai and Lahore, just how do we feel about these deaths?
Lives full of smiles and happiness, love, faith and family who cheer a Sachin Tendulkar century like a national event.. just because a political assassin decides to open fire in public. How do we feel when these are wasted? Bullets spraying around Mumbai; barbarians openly murdering our brothers and sisters for a cause no one knows about. We can burn candles for them, mourn and hold our hands around the Taj hotel to display unity, integrity and share our depression collectively. But what we’ve lost can never be gained. What’s been taken away—It can never come back. The wounds are too deep and too painful to heal; the scars, they’ll live in our memories for the rest of our lives.
You see what terrorism does to us is not scare us. It kills a part of us. We don’t fear our lives, what “we” fear are the lives of those we love. We can blame whoever we want to; indulge in sports or political activities that can lead to war and mass destruction. Bullets do not dictate terror, they only breed hate and take away life. They win no cause. Fighting fire with fire, or slaughtering people for no particular reason dictates nothing but a loss of humanity and a victory of territory.
That is a reason why India and Pakistan should take steps in order to unite.
Because even Jerry Lewis should know that without India and Pakistan, cricket is nothing but dead rubber.
Enough love frustrates all evil. Let not the hateful minorities distress our lives with violence.
Let’s look evil straight into the eye and stop the monsters from taking away our only love – Our beloved game of cricket.
Is that too much to ask?