Dr Saulat Nagi

The movie "Seven-year itch" provided a delectable expression to Eros, which culminated with a gush of breeze exposing the beautiful architecture of Marilyn. By her innocent, guiltless, and irrationalized gesture of amazement at the exposure of her crafty structure she actually freed the sensuality from the soul proving MokokomaMokhonoanasuccinct that "it's the invention of clothes and not nature, … [Read more...] about Doomed to freedom

Both Panama and Noriega are so intimately interconnected that separating one from the other appears to be an imponderable task. The history of succession of Panama from Columbia was more a farce than actual freedom. The initial attempt to dig a canal was stained by a scandal, which found more than a hundred French legislators wallowed in the mire of corruption. It is small wonder that the state … [Read more...] about About Panamas and Noriegas

Both Panama and Noriega are so intimately interconnected that separating one from the other appears to be an imponderable task. The history of succession of Panama from Columbia was more a farce than actual freedom. The initial attempt to dig a canal was stained by a scandal, which found more than a hundred French legislators wallowed in the mire of corruption. It is small wonder that the state … [Read more...] about About Panamas and Noriegas

“My word Brian it was a sitter” thus roared the voice of a legendary cricket commentator the late Omar Kureishi on BBC radio who along with Brian Johnston and Alan Gibson once induced cardiac flutters among the serene hearts of listeners. It was 1967 when Pakistan led by the legendary Hanif Mohammad was battling to avoid imminent defeat in the third and final Test at the Oval. As the … [Read more...] about That is not cricket

Elvis Presley, after receiving that parting kick from his partner, reminded us of the desperation and loneliness that follows the loss of one’s possessions. “There goes my everything” is a symphony of sorrow, which echoes the bitter cry of one suffering in despair. Does Theresa May, incumbent Prime Minister of United Kingdom, feel the same way after her dismal failure in recent … [Read more...] about Emancipation delayed, not dismissed

Mustafa Zaidi was one of the leading poetic voices of Pakistan. In one of his beautiful verses, he states: “On whose hands should I seek my (spilt) blood, (as) the entire city is wearing gloves”. However, the blood of Mashal Khan, a university student in Pakistan, who was lynched on 13 April 2017 by fellow students inside university premises over allegations of blasphemy, can be seen … [Read more...] about Hell hath no limit

The true concern of intellect is to investigate the given truth in its totality and negate the reification of thought based on falsification. Instead, what one comes across is the opposite in its entirety, the imposition of reason whose renunciation will be the greatest service to humankind. The US invasion of Syria continues. One does not require the prudence of an Einstein to know the … [Read more...] about The processed reality

One distinguished reader of my articles has asked me to scribble something about the plight of his father, who went to Saudi Arabia six months ago to perform pilgrimage but since then has lost in the wilderness of the desert. Despite his appeals to various authorities, he is yet to find any clue about his octogenarian father. For me, conformation of this agonizing saga is a near impossibility yet … [Read more...] about Suffering which speaks

The message of Faiz has met the same fate. By achieving a status of an icon, his image has become a standard-bearer of the existing reality and not something against it. He is discussed in symposia of elites owned by the expropriators who read his remarkable poetry filled with lyrics and enjoy the cadence of the language much beyond the place where misery multiplies. Faiz the poet of expropriated … [Read more...] about That which is, cannot be true — III

The art, which once incited resistance, in the world of today has apparently lost its subversive force. The contest between the feudal and the peasant, the dacoit and a folk hero; a love affair between a village heroin who regularly swam across the river to meet her beloved appeared to have eclipsed in the past. The concept of wage labourer/slave does not seem fit in with a well-dressed, neat and … [Read more...] about That which is, cannot be true — II