MORAL DRAIN LEADS TO BRAIN DRAIN
The story of migrations and coming home
The history of migrations is attached to history of civilization itself. When there was no grass in ones pasture, one would move to another pasture with more grass. But never was it like that condition where you did not utilize your own pasture for illusion of better another. Aesop fables add a fable of the Grass being greener in another pasture. Of course economic needs are essential in a society which does not give credence to the loss of moral values in the process. Before Moses brought the TEN COMMANDMENTS everything was possibly fair in love and war. But God set limits to humankind. God made some values permanent and others subject to change with consensus. So the melting pot concept looks very romantic, but there is certainly the involvement of drain of moral values. Losing ones identity in the flood of culture of materialism.
No two areas of the world are alike. Extreme heat at one place, extreme cold at another. One kind of mineral at one place, other kind of minerals elsewhere. God’s intention was to weave inter-dependence so that MAN could mix with each other and live in peace by sharing the bounties of life. But the rich and powerful captured the sources of wealth and not even a trickle down occurred for others. Instead of the touted clash of civilizations, it was an inherent clash of the human psyche itself.
Our best brains were exported outside. True or not! But not before their moral tampering. They could provide succor to others, but their need was more back at home. Waiting for things to get better, they never realized that they had to come back to make things better. Nothing improves on its own, except recklessness. If all the Pakistanis in the world come back and bring their hard earned wealth back home, will there be no change here? Phenomenal changes will occur. Pakistan will be a power to be reckoned again.
I hold a blade of grass. I plant plants in my country. I like to improve my lot of mankind. I like to contribute to nation building. I am obsessed with making right out of wrong. But I am not the first drop of rain. There are many others. Imagine if we could add more, what would be the result? Coming home is the answer to tomorrow.