If you churn the ingredients-adversity, endurance, sense of humour, imagination and hope into a machine at one end, you will receive Pakistani youth at the other end. Hammered with adverse circumstances one after the other, the hardy rocks of youngsters are carving themselves into idols of the future.
Endurance is not just the ability to bear an adversity, but to turn it into glory. And laced with sense of humour, their creativity becomes their crowning glory.
Remarks a friend Kamran, “ I’m both amazed and proud of this younger generation of Pakistanis who refused to cow down, who continue to eke out a good time against all odds and do their thing. It’s almost as if nothing’s happening around them when everything is.”
There could not be a more artsy way to show their disdain for the prevailing politicosocial circumstances than through this master piece by the Beygairat Brigade .
There a lot more to this song, than just funny lyrics or catchy music …and is pleasing to know how these ‘kids’ get them conveyed through the briefest of audios and visuals. In fact, the name of the band says it all.
It was extremely imaginative of them to depict aalu andey (potatoes & eggs, the current offering ) what these youngsters are getting from their Mom( Pakistan), while they wish Chicken ( their desire for a better deal).
As an FB friend Rashid aptly describes the song ( in fewest possible words) , “Song worth thousand articles by sages.”
I salute thee, the Brigade.
Sometime ago, yet another hilarious piece of creation pertaining to the burning issue of load shedding brought a cool breeze to the sufferers through the composition by Load Shedding Studio. They did a superb job in sketching the biography of a load shedding victim aka Pakistan.
Bijli ji ! Great ji .
“There is no defense against adverse fortune which is so effectual as an habitual sense of humor”, quotes Thomas Higginson.
And, when the adverse fortunes become as habitual as they have in Pakistan, then humor becomes a compulsion. Had there not been the knack in Pakistanis, in general, to laugh at themselves, who would have been their saviour ? I wonder.
Youngsters, keep scoffing off your miseries through melodious satire, till the true happiness sprouts from the seeds of your efforts.
“Satire, indeed, like a polished razor keen,
Wounds with a touch that’s scarcely felt or seen.
Thine is an oyster knife, that hacks and hews
With talent and not rage, to shun abuse.”
Bravo, keep it up !