History has no script

Our generation was just meeting the half-open eyes of political consciousness with both palms when General Zia-ul-Haq arrived. May God raise the status of the deceased to the extent of Article 6 of the Constitution, what he did to the nation, he did a great favor to us.

He introduced us at an early age to the crooked dark alleys of dictatorship and the treachery of religion-mongering politics. In 1977, the population of Pakistan was 70 million. Radio and television were official broadcasters. The newspapers of the National Press Trust were the daughters of the poor who married into powerful families.

Somewhere, if there was a glimmer of light on the tip of a journalist's pen, its light was confiscated. Driven by oppression, we reached the Punjab University where Gharial's needles were resting on the afternoon of September 22, 1977, when the country's oldest university conferred a Doctor of Law degree on the Chief Martial Law Administrator.

It is as if the one who declared the constitution as a meaningless twelve-page office was clothed with the virtue of the law. When we reached this crematorium of knowledge, it was the middle of the 80s. In the angry silence, the voice of the humble son of knowledge was still heard from a corner, which called the "understanding of life and strengthening of power" as the mission of literature.

It is no mere coincidence that Shaista Sonu carried the weight of modern English poetry and drama teaching. It was easy to cover the political and cultural questions through the lines of ancient literature, but this facility is not available in modern literature. It was written by German writer Thomas Mann. "In today's world, the meaning of man is determined by politics".

Ms. Shaista Sono taught us Harold Pinter's parable The Caretaker. The undemocratic concept of caretaker government was not yet introduced in our history, but we understood this dialogue of Davies, the homeless character of the play, What about me? . This question was asked by the stranded migrants in 1947 and today more than three crore destitute people who were displaced by the flood are also asking this question. Other characters in the game are meeting in the halls of London in the daylight and Islamabad in the dark of night.

Whatever may be the subject of these meetings, the destruction spread over a quarter of the country and the restoration of the desolate land that has lost its assets is not possible. In the summer of 2014, this dervish introduced the term script on the same editorial page. In this eight-year study, the student has learned that the conspiracy writes its own screenplay, but the script of history is not in the hands of the power players. Even in May 2014, some character-sir couple were writing a script for themselves in London. Time has proven that such characters can dictate some of the dialogues of the current scene, but writing the act of 2022 is beyond their skill.

The stage of history is so large that the arrival and departure of characters is not fixed. It is the individual's responsibility to determine their role in determining the direction of the paradigm. Let's see what would have been the political scene of the country today if Benazir Bhutto had not been martyred on December 27, 2007. If Asma Jahangir had not left suddenly on February 11, 2018, what would have been the colors of justice in the chambers of justice? Shakespeare's character Macbeth said Out out, brief candle after hearing the news of Lady Heckbeth's death. Shakespeare was not referring to Benazir Bhutto and Asma Jahangir. He was probably referring to those defense analysts who used to teach us the points of politics and journalism with the force of their hard-earned high-pitched voices, but in just two years, it is clear that no voice is heard anywhere. But history asks what happened to that one page on which the script of our history was written? It was a hybrid arrangement whose hymns were composed by Jaya Baga's composers. What was the fifth generation media war, under the banner of which photographs of unwanted journalists were displayed. The cup was blessed and the drinker did not remain.

Born to a London tailor in 1930, Harold Pinter spent his life describing the dynamics of power politics and oppression. He was against all forms of oppression and violence. He opposed the capitalist bloc in the Cold War.

Condemned the invasion of Iraq in 1991 and again in 2003. He was critical of the NATO bombing of Yugoslavia and the US invasion of Afghanistan in 2001. Pinter was not a supporter of the tyranny of the communal bloc. He was of the opinion that a writer can do justice to his position only if he has the courage to raise his voice on the injustice in his society and in his group.

Harold Pinter's most famous play is The Birthday Party. Pete and his wife are an elderly couple who have a pianist named Stanley staying as a lodger. On the night of Stanley's birthday, two strangers suddenly break into the house and want to forcibly take Stanley with them. Harold Pinter does not elaborate. His talent lies in the mystery of his dialogues. As the new stranger walks out with Stanley, Pete says just one sentence, Stan, don't let them tell you what to do! . It is also the duty of the journalist to expose the dialogues written in-house without caring about the guidelines so that the future generations know that history does not have a script.