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Is Pakistan Anachronistic?

Pakistan is a colossal mockery of democracy...and a shameless one at that. A despot is concocting his own brand of democracy and expecting people to fall for it. He is systematically purging the vestigial government and judiciary of his critics and replacing them with loyalists. He will allow people to vote...as long as they vote for him! He has the cheek to immediately send a former prime minister into exile as soon as he set foot on his country after ending a voluntary expatriation. Yet another former prime minister has been rendered completely powerless and alienated from her people. Her freedom has been heavily curtailed and none of her movements escape scrutiny and suspicion.

 

I reckon all the endless internal strife (that is Pakistan today) will tear the fragile foundation that feebly holds the country together. Pakistan is a ticking time-bomb ready to implode. But I guess all Islamic states are intrinsically on self-obliteration mode. Some are just closer than others.

 

It's time the international community pulled up the rogue nation.

Comments

Anonymous said…
While I'd like to believe we are way better than our rogue neighbour, my sensitive self refuses to accept that argument. A survey of our new channelsleaves me doubting whether what we have in the name of democracy is greatly better than the anarchy in Pakistan. No doubt we are better, but only by a thin margin. In bth Pakistan and India, the individual is not respected. The state believs it can crush the most fundamental unit of nationhood. And that is such a shame.
Deepanjan said…
I agree. Though we are yet to slip into a perpetual state of anarchy and lawlessness, what we have accomplished isn't very worthy of adulation.

When individuals are weak, they focus all their attention on collective identities like caste, sect, creed or culture. India and Pakistan exhibit this trait in plenty.

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