One's personality is both a composition and reflection, but if I have to choose one of them, I will choose reflection as the "self" is more important to me than "me". One's composition may change, walking across the cultural landscapes and climbing the social ladder but one's self is tied to one's reflections. The fun part is that reflections are not bound to "Time-Space" barriers ( it is not time-space) and respective mental constructs, which have grown so thick over ages, that they had reduced the image of humans to Sisyphus, rolling different sizes of boulders on hills of different heights.… As the name of this Blog indicates, knols are my perspectives on topics of interests, sweet/bitter experiences or just doodling :)

Sunday, June 4, 2017

May I borrow your eyes, Please!

Ustad said, "All people are beautiful. You need to train your eyes to see them. A stylist is trained to see the beautiful features of each customer and make those features prominent enough that they become visible to other people...." 

I guessed he noticed my puzzlement and asked, "I bet you think the analogy of a writer with a stylist is very odd. right?" 

" I thought, the job of a writer is to write honestly whatever he observes and what he observes might be very ugly...??" I replied.

"That's right!" he smiled. "You have to write honestly but failing to report the beauties because the ugliness you have observed has overtaken your imagination is dishonesty..." 

I'm not in the mood to write the rest of the conversation. I remembered this chunk of the conversation as I kept staring at the following picture idly for more than half an hour and wasn't able to express my feelings. 

I need help here. Someone with better eyes, please tell me, where is beauty in this picture that I can't see. The sister and brother who were on their way towards Mariabad were gunned down by the "unknown terrorists just meters away from police check-post. Their corpses were dragged out the middle of the road and left in the dirt 😢

For last 17 years, (yes, you heard it right, seventeen years), the Hazara community of Quetta have been bombed and killed after identification in thousands by "unknown terrorists", who later called newspapers and claimed responsibility (after each incident) and vowed to kill more and yet not a single (that's right, not a single murderer has been brought to books). Once even, the terrorists held an award ceremony in the stadium close to chief minister's secretariat where they celebrated scoring centuries in the killings of the Hazara community (Yes, killing people randomly is a game to them.) 

Ustad said, "All people are beautiful."

I am sure, all people are beautiful. But currently, I am struggling to see those beauties. I have failed to train my eyes to see the beauties. I need help to see the beauties as I can't. 😞