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Freedom of the press: Yeah right, whatever! February 11, 2007

Posted by psykedelik in Pseudo-Sociological Crap, Random Crap.
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One of our reporters (Abbas) received a death threat today.

Abbas is our crime reporter. Mahim (the city editor) and him have been covering the story about Nisha’s death, and the police investigations, etc. Someone called Abbas up today and threatened to kill him.

This brings home the “fear” that every journalist lives in, here (in Pakistan). At times like these, you realize what a huge farce “freedom of the press” actually is, and reality hits in in a really big way. I mean, you always know that there’s a chance of things like these happening, if you’re pursuing stuff that’s serious enough, but somehow you never think it’ll happen to you or someone you know.

“Yeah well, it happens to people. I don’t know those people, though,” you think and sit back, relaxed. And then it happens to someone who works with someone you know, and then it’s someone you work with yourself. Someday it might be you…

I just realized what Abbas meant when he asked today if I could get his cellphone records out. I told him he should get a cellphone that allows him to record his calls — my K700i, for example, has the call-recording feature. With Nisha’s case, he needs to record every call that comes to him (exept from people that he knows, of course).

I’m hoping that the call to Abbas was just someone’s idea of a lameAss joke. If it was, all I can say to that person is: “Get a life, bhainchod! This isn’t even remotely funny.”


Heroinchees, Glue-sniffers, Syringe-sharers et al.. October 4, 2006

Posted by psykedelik in Pseudo-Sociological Crap.
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2:00 a.m. On the way home from work, I ran into (or rather, the van almost ran over)  a heroinchee squatting smack in the middle of the road at the Waterpump Roundabout. Needless to say, the dude was high — very — and didn’t seem to realize where the fuck he was or what the fuck he was doing.

Set me thinking, though. What drives people so up the wall that they decide to waste their lives away thus? I mean, lives are valuable — so much can be done with them! What in hell’s name prompts  them to do THIS?!

It’s SAD when people waste their lives away so. Really, it is!

I don’t have a right to criticize them, I know — to each his own, live and let live and all that crap. But honestly, I fail to understand ANY logic behind this. I mean, the occassional use of drugs “for recreation” I can understand (kind of), but “living for the sole purpose of nasha-fying,” I cannot understand. Really! :S

Are there lives so infinitely miserable that THIS seems better to them?

My driver said (about the man that we almost ran over), “Bibi, it’ll be a blessing for him if someone runs actually him over.” I was horrified at the time, but come to think of it, he was right. No person ever dreams of ending up on the roadside, drenched in pee and shit. I’m sure none of these people did, either. So WHAT drives them to this stage? Somebody please explain this to me! :-\