Today I missed the point. By seconds. My dad deliberately drove at 30 km per hour to teach me the importance of punctuality and all that shit…and I cried like a maniac all the way back home. I really needed to go to university aaj, I had to show my print design layout, had to give the cad cam quiz, had to work with Anam on her embroidery and bring the hostel forms. And since I had to do so much, I woke up twenty minutes late and subsequently missed out on university. Define irony.
So I stayed at home…my attendance will undoubtedly go to the dogs as will my grades. But today I learned the importance of perspective, and keeping your feet firmly on the ground. Some great thinker, I’m assuming its George Bernard Shaw said something about how if you give your children lots of attention and minimal of money, they will turn out to be great adults. If that maxim is anywhere near halfway correct then we siblings are going to turn out model citizens.
But I was talking about today…my sister used to take tuitions from this lovely young woman named Saba. Ms Saba is probably the bravest person I know. Her father is in Shaukat Khanum suffering from cancer, her mother is ill as well, and her brother like most young men nowadays is completely useless. She’s the sole supporter of her family, giving tuitions continuously from morning to evening, and since her family can’t afford a car she either walks or takes a bus. My mother and I saw her walking from my lane towards the KDA chawrangi on our way to hyderi and offered her a lift. It seems the poor dear was going to walk all the way to L block, about 4 kilometres from where we picked her up. I’ve never felt so guilty in my life. People keep recounting that life isn’t fair. The line has become so clichéd that it’s taken as a joke…but like all clichés, once in a while it hits you hard. It’s true that everybody has his or her own problems; that even the rich aren’t happy, but they sure as hell have a better chance to be. If they’re not happy, they deserve to be hanged. Class distinctions will continue to exist, but it must feel like shit watching people do nothing but enjoy themselves and strive for nothing except beauty and youth. Why should some people get so less, while others so much? What right do the rich have to their wealth?