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A WAKE UP CALL

 


There were two incidents that shook Pakistan last week. One was the attack by the Baluchi people; I am on purpose not calling them militants or terrorists which the Pak army spokesperson has declared them. The second was the bomb blast in a mosque in Islamabad, their capital, under the very nose of all kinds of security agencies.

 

The Paki Army claims that more than 200 Baluchis, 25 Armed forces personnel and about 36 civilians were killed in the first incident spreading across the length and breadth of the district of Baluchistan at 14 locations ( figures would be much higher). 60 killed and 176 seriously wounded in the bomb blast. This means more than five to six hundred people were wiped off the face of the earth.

 

Massacre, butchering, killing, murdering, extermination, slaughtering, slaying, like terms can be used for this mass scale elimination of one's own people to heaven or hell depending on which side of the fence you were. Innocent souls got caught in the crossfire and I am not sure which heavenly abode they would have gone to.

 

FM Munir had laid the count of existing Baluchi militants masquerading around to about 1500. Now,1300 more to go. I will put it this way that they are back to 3000. For every Bauchi killed, there would be two more to replace him and add “her” in the present context as women have joined the ranks as equals.

 

What I heard on various podcasts/news items and press briefings, Pak shifted the blame first to Afghanistan and then added India to be the ‘Fitna’ or the trouble makers. Basically, fitna al Khawarij or foreigners involved in all what is happening, this incident in particular, with no concrete proof against India.

 

The blatant lie which they tell their people over and over again is the root cause of all hatred. The Army may gain brownie points by ‘telling lies’ alright but it serves no purpose.

 

What caught my attention was the DGISPRs press briefings. He looked totally “bebas” or powerless, helpless or majboor, shaken up, quite feeble and incapable to do anything about it. He squarely blamed India but then got on to the political nexus with various groups and smugglers who are importing everything under the sun including terrorists.

 

He showed a brave front but from his body language one could make out that the DG and the deep state proved to be totally ineffective, incapable, unable, rather impotent to deal with the Baluchi movement and the suicide bombing situation. Actually they lack the will and ability to handle what they created for themselves. Incompetence is showing.

 

They had no inkling of the timing, place, and severity of the attack. They were clueless of their planning, logistics, funding, training and plans even when they claim that they have a rogue agency called the ISI working day and night on such things.

 

It appeared that their security forces were caught with their pants down. They were overwhelmed and surprised by such an attack. The DG not only looked cornered and broken but also appeared to be trapped in his own words of ‘peace and stability’ which he on behalf of his FM has been promising the Paki people.

 

His bluff was called out but he had to conduct a face saving media briefing. Then came the usual ‘deflection of the blame’ onto the politicians, of Baluchistan in particular and the others in general. Then he pointed to the civilians, especially the press for not providing them correct and timely information of such activity. He wiped his hands clean as if they were the victors. I was amazed the way he ‘bullshitted’ all and sundry except his own ilk.

 

The one who blew himself up in the Shia Mosque was from ISIS Afghanistan. This they could establish within minutes of the blast and also got hold of his accomplices who rattled out everything. Their interior minister claimed. Lightening fast, I must say.

 

Now tell me dear Pakistan how will you deal with this alarming situation. What will you do with your nuclear bombs? Drop them on Baluchistan or eliminate Afghanistan. I suggest, you better drop a few bombs on yourself as that is where the fault lies. The world can see through the bluff but the Paki establishment cannot.

 

The Pakistani establishment is now at the mercy of the Baluch. Their cross wires are trained on you. Your ‘National Action Plan’ looks ambiguous rather has gone haywire. Your pro people policies are fuddled. Your goal of keeping the Paki ship afloat is not working. It will sink sooner than you can imagine.

 

If you want, India can promise not to activate its western border but you promise that what your PM rattled in Azad Kashmir recently about all the ‘julm’ and ‘tashadud’ Indian forces are doing is false and ‘Kashmir Banega Hindustan’ instead. We will leave you alone to sort your things out for the time being. Remember, OP Sindoor has still not been called off. One wrong move and havens will break loose.

 

Your internal situation is grim, your external situation is in ruins, your economic situation is a disaster, your democracy is a tragedy, your people are in a bad shape and suffering. You can tie as many ‘taviz’, do as many ‘jhaar foonk’, put ‘chaddars’ on as many ziarats, nothing will work till the time you change your thinking. “Kirpa wahin ruki hui hai”.

 

Isn’t this a wake up call for Pakistan? I wonder!!!!!!!

 

JAI HIND
© ® NOEL ELLIS

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