THE NEW BREED OF CULTURAL TERRORISM
REVITALIZE DEAD CULTURE NOT LIVING ONE
THE ENIGMA OF THE PAKISTANI MORON
In 1947 the name of M.A. Rahman Chughtai was the most respectable name in the Art in the Indian region. All recognized it. India did not want to let Chughtai go and tried their best to shift him to India. The artist was Iqballian and knew the PAKISTAN IDEA well, having been with Dr Allama Iqbal for nearly twenty years. But that is a different story. The choice of Pakistan was as natural to Chughtai as anything else.
M.A. Rahman Chughtai was speaking to an audience at Alhamra and whereas many were listening to him, there were others who were sent to needle him. A stupid paid moronic jerk got up and claimed that his Art was not Pakistani Art but Indian Art. He asked Chughtai simply WHAT WAS THE NAME GIVEN TO YOUR ART BEFORE PARTITION? Not to be needled by such morons, Chughtai reply was simple, CHUGHTAI ART. The man who traced his descent from artists and architects of Central Asia, Herat and Turkey, to make and align him with Hindu Art was a ridiculous question. All done with purpose.
Governor General Ghulam Muhammed joined the frey of saboteurs by inaugurating the exhibition of M.A. Rahman Chughtai at Karachi in 1952 and then advising the artist to SHUN THE PAST AND COME INTO THE FUTURE. He was red faced when he saw the subjects of the paintings. Most modern subjects of Pakistani girls, hostels and college compounds. He should have drowned himself there and then in a cup of water, as traditions demand. Why were such things being said? For a want of better word, we can simply say it was CULTURAL TERRORISM to deviate Pakistan away from the Idea of its inception.
Could any power on Earth have deviated Chughtai from his mission of National Identity! Of course not. But morons keep on trying, for they are paid to do so, and they know their next bottle of alcohol would come from such tainted money. And then these rats would pretend to roar like lions.
In our 43 years of struggle we too faced such imbeciles. A famous poetic icon suggested to the Chief Minister Punjab, to cognize that we were not in a strong position and to FINISH US BEFORE WE GAINED ANY STRENGTH. The man went to the grave with his mission to undo Chughtai unrealized and his family keeps his mission alive. But they too realize by now. It was not done and it cannot be done. For we were standing not on a tempest torn sea, but granite blocks of National Identity based on Islamic values. My mother used to recite her favourite verse to me:
AAY THAY JO SANG RAH BAN KAR,
SUB UR GAYE BARG KA BAN KAR.
She always told me be strong, no power on earth can topple you in your tracks. I never faltered. When doubt tried to touch me, the spirit of my mother regained my composure. With such prayers with me, who could stop me? And why? We are in the best interest of Pakistan and we subscribe to an Islamic Pakistan based on Quranic values. Pakistan Forever!