Why I am not a Politician

Why I am not a Politician

Directionless politicians resorting to name calling over issues of no importance to the common man is the reason this writer never wants to enter politics.

Politics has never been my thing and frankly, I don’t really like talking about it. Still, the developments over the last few months forced me to think differently. I thought remaining aloof was no longer a plausible option and therefore, I decided to remain in touch with whatever was going on and thus, wanted to figure out a way in which I could contribute in order to do my bit for the sake of a better Pakistan.

However, within a few days it was apparent to me once again that I don’t have the brains to make sense out of how politicians work in the country and that it was best for me to find other ways in which I can be of some use to my fellow countrymen. I say this because only last week ISIS claimed the responsibility for another incident of violence in the country. The attack on Police Training College, Quetta claimed over 60 lives. Being an ordinary Pakistani I expected the country’s elite to provide a solid answer to the security lapse. I really wanted to know how the ISIS could power such an incident when the government had assured that the terrorist organization had no influence in Pakistan. Saddened with what had happened I searched for answers and found out that the country’s representatives were busy sorting out an even bigger problem. The guys who matter were trying to reach a conclusion to whether or not it was appropriate for the Pakistani cricketers to celebrate with push-ups following a victory!

I tried hard but could not understand as to why the “push-up gate” mattered more than what had happened in Quetta?

A few days later, I saw footage of Rawalpindi on television and it certainly looked like Indian Occupied Kashmir minus pellet bullets. As I began to wonder if it was actually the beginning of a civil war a senior politician from the government clarified on television that whatever had happened in the city was in fact, because of a “choha” or a mouse. He was referring to aother senior politician from the opposition, a.k.a the infamous Sheikh Rasheed. Responding to the name calling, Sheikh Rasheed then alleged that the people who were referring to him as a mouse were in fact, “Marassis” (negative connotation for comedians for anyone who doesn’t already know) of the sitting Prime Minister. All my life I had heard about the cat and mouse rivalry but here, even though I tried hard, I couldn’t comprehend as to why the mouse community should have a problem with the Marassi community and why really should their rivalry result in locking down a city?

As if this wasn’t mind boggling enough, only a few hours later the media and politicians engaged in another pointless debate: whether it was liquor or honey that was found from the car of Ali Amin Khan Gandapur, I decided to put my logic to rest. I realized why I am not a politician and that I would never be able to compete with the IQ levels of our seasoned politicians. Thus, with a limited IQ level I feel I am better off sharing food (as often as possible) with the less privileged in a country that is not doing well on the hunger index. Since, the people who matter have bigger things to worry about, perhaps, this is the most significant contribution we can make as ordinary citizens of the country.