Change my identity... can I...!

I want to be a Chinese…be a Chinese citizen… why?... simple… I want to be a part of the nation that is growing heaps and bounds, a nation that has the fastest growing economy… a place where a common villager knows that there are ways to prosper excel beyond their cottages… where a simple house wife dreams and plans to have a business of her own and knows that it is possible because her government has started such programs. She is confident that it is possible…I want to own Chinese history that the world knows… be a part of the legacy that is renowned and is told as if its the richest story to be told… I want to be a part of all that… am I wrong!

I know… and yet I wish … what is it that China has and my own country fails to offer…my Pakistan …ill tell you what… my country has one the most richest characters… its one place where you will find lands as dry as the mind of my creative director… challenging the lushness of lands covered in such abundant beauty and minerals that makes you live all over again…

…Life’s different in my country… as I grew up I was taught to keep myself and my home clean but was always told to throw the garbage outside the car on the road… I was familiarized with red, green and yellow yet it was ok to drive on when the traffic police wasn’t on duty… Life’s different in my land… patriotism was the name of the game on which we got this doggy shape but you’re the hero of the family and a source of inspiration if you’ve got a job abroad or even made it to the shore of the foreign land.

My land is exceptional…rich, rich cultures, absolutely remarkable and distinct in their own special ways… every city, every province, every sect, behaves in a way that has compelled me to think that its only the boundaries that are keeping my nation together … the difference is always clear…

…Oh and yes of course the language…. We are proud of having a beautiful language ‘Urdu’; a sweet, soft lingo binding the huge gap of communication in only four small provinces … but somehow English has become THE language of the educated…its ok if your kid fails in Urdu or cant read two lines in a row from an Urdu newspaper but its BLASPHEMY is they cant converse in a defined English accent dude…

ahh my sweet country, it welcomes everyone.. all you need is to have a different colored passport and you’ll see our fair teeth (well not everyone’s of course) … but that’s good because it’s a huge boost to our economy, an increase in the privatization will lead my country to prosperity… so what if the culture is vanishing, traditions???... is that even a word now… westernization is only making the youth loose track of who they really are, but who cares…

yeah its all about caring for each other that keeps relationships, its all about thinking that can make anyone go forward and beyond and its only about realizing the ever so visible and obvious facts that our nation is going towards the wrong path… the differences in cultures can be appreciated but those in the hearts, cracks the strong wall of a nation that has stories of brotherhood to last a life time… the dissimilarity in languages is richness, but that in living and behaving of citizens has caused barbed wires to go up…

Life’s not a big deal you know… living alone is so easy… it’s the test of going on together that counts… my nation is the land of opportunities and I believe in it… for years it has seen hardships, has bore the burden of corruption and destruction, yet it remains ..its still here and it will remain inshAllah…

… I want my country to have amazing leaders, I want the people to have the courage that what they dream is possible and not just a laughing stock for the already successful … I want Urdu to be the language everyone is proud of… I my traditions and culture to be known by the world… I wish for all this and so much more …if only … !