oday was another one of those days…Reminded me of Munir Niazi’s Punjabi Poem
Honi Day Heelay
Kis da doosh see kis da nahi see
aey gulaan hun karun diyaan naeen
wailay lungh gaey tauba waalay
raataan hokay bharun diyaan naeen
jo hoyaa aey hona ee see
taay honi rokeyaan rukdee naee
ik waari jidoan shuru ho jawaay
gul phair aiwain mukdee naee
kuj unj wee rahwaan okhiyaan sun
kuj gull wich ghum da tauq wee see
kuj shahr daay loak wee zalum sun
kuj maino marun da shouq wee see
Bottom line, absolute power corrupts absolutely and for some weird reason, most people in their puny capacity always but always cross the line if they can help it. Anyone who is in any position of power over others likes to exercise his muscles, even when there is no need. I see so many examples – big cars hog the roads…gate keepers try to teach you your place. Front Desk personnel try to block you to give you just three examples. Bully’s bully, its not personal – the powerful prey on the weak. It’s the survival of the fittest. The list goes on and on and on…
Why can’t people just do the right thing? Why do they always forget that absolute power really only rests with God and it only suits Him. The power hungry only cause corruption and chaos and leave destruction in their wake…sigh.
Me, I think you can’t serve two bosses – and you can’t keep switching sides when you are not pleased with the way things are going – you have got to decide if you serve God or you serve the devil. I say, pick your side and stick to it…it’s the oscillating response that makes me dizzy…too much gray gives me a head ache! Decide already please and then please stick to the script. Consistency of character is more important in the long run. Most people put on a façade of piety, honesty and integrity but deep down they have their own agenda which just boils down to self interest, need for power and money. They don’t fool anybody except themselves.
I have only one thing to say to such people – I have already chosen my side and I don’t aim to change no matter what you throw at me. In the long run, it’s more important for me to serve the only true boss – God and I happen to like his style. Why would I trade his service for your petty tin pot kingdom that’s built on sand? As they say, ‘the world is my oyster’ and I am only passing through.