The winters in Sohdra are extremely cold especially when you come from a hotter area as compared to Sohdra.And the most teasing moment is when you have nothing to do or have done everything which you could have done.The same is the case with me tonight.As nowadays electricity has become a vital part of our lives and we cant even think of living without it.But what can you do when your government has an ambition in its mind of depriving every single common persons right of him.
My topic tonight is POWER CULTURE. I am the member of a respectable and middle class family.My father is a respectable man in the town.He sometimes likes to hunt mostly animals but has also kept an air gun for hunting small birds.The incident which I am going to tell you is related with this air gun. It was a cold evening and my parents and siblings were'nt at home(i.e I was alone at home with the servant). My maid has alot of children(which is common here with poor families).2-3 of her sons were my agefellows and whenever I was having free time(holidays which are a matter of routine in Pakistan)Icalled them and flied kites with them.On that evening I took out my fathers air gun (as I was unable to take it out in my fathers presence) and called them to have a hunting with me.I was unable to kill a single bird and they were making fun of me which I wasn't liking at all.I asked them to shut up(RUDE) and 2 of them went out and only one lad remained there.Again the thing started and I was unable to hunt any bird. He laughed and I said that its over and I wasnt wanting to have the hunting in his company. He said o.k and started to walk away form my house but then something came in my mind and I asked him that he will cry if i shot him but he denied my presumption and said,"Shoot me and I will'nt cry".I felt afraid and put a pebble instead of the bullet in the chamber and loaded the gun. I took an aim of his belly but as I pressed the trigger the mouth of the gun came infont of his eye and his eye got hit by the pebble.He satrted crying and shouting in a horrible way.I got afraid and ran away and locked myself in the room.I asked the maid to keep her mouth shut for God's sake and dont tell anyone which she did.But my heart and brain were always telling me that it wasn't right.........
As I told earlier that I was the son of a middle class family but even then i exerted power to the extent I could.I bet that If she wasnt my servant then I couldnt even dare to talk with her......
Something should and has to be done for the power culture but how????????
when the goverment itself is misusing its POWER................!!!!!!!!!!
My topic tonight is POWER CULTURE. I am the member of a respectable and middle class family.My father is a respectable man in the town.He sometimes likes to hunt mostly animals but has also kept an air gun for hunting small birds.The incident which I am going to tell you is related with this air gun. It was a cold evening and my parents and siblings were'nt at home(i.e I was alone at home with the servant). My maid has alot of children(which is common here with poor families).2-3 of her sons were my agefellows and whenever I was having free time(holidays which are a matter of routine in Pakistan)Icalled them and flied kites with them.On that evening I took out my fathers air gun (as I was unable to take it out in my fathers presence) and called them to have a hunting with me.I was unable to kill a single bird and they were making fun of me which I wasn't liking at all.I asked them to shut up(RUDE) and 2 of them went out and only one lad remained there.Again the thing started and I was unable to hunt any bird. He laughed and I said that its over and I wasnt wanting to have the hunting in his company. He said o.k and started to walk away form my house but then something came in my mind and I asked him that he will cry if i shot him but he denied my presumption and said,"Shoot me and I will'nt cry".I felt afraid and put a pebble instead of the bullet in the chamber and loaded the gun. I took an aim of his belly but as I pressed the trigger the mouth of the gun came infont of his eye and his eye got hit by the pebble.He satrted crying and shouting in a horrible way.I got afraid and ran away and locked myself in the room.I asked the maid to keep her mouth shut for God's sake and dont tell anyone which she did.But my heart and brain were always telling me that it wasn't right.........
As I told earlier that I was the son of a middle class family but even then i exerted power to the extent I could.I bet that If she wasnt my servant then I couldnt even dare to talk with her......
Something should and has to be done for the power culture but how????????
when the goverment itself is misusing its POWER................!!!!!!!!!!
