Confession of a journalist
By Mazhar Khan Jadoon
“I, artist and poet, wrote and taught without myself knowing what. For this I was paid money; I had excellent food, lodging, women, and society; and I had fame, which showed that what I taught was very good. And without noticing that we knew nothing, and that to the simplest of life’s questions: What is good and what is evil? we did not know how to reply, we all talked at the same time, not listening to one another, sometimes seconding and praising one another in order to be seconded and praised in turn,” said great Russian writer Leo Tolstoy in his “Confession”.
After spending almost 20 years in journalism, I realised that I actually know nothing, though all my life I feigned as a man of letter. It is just the information that we journalists normally receive and pass on to others, just as a medium like computers and the papers on which we print. Observing the mess and chaos the society is in, I can, shamefully, admit the fact that I, as a journalist, has also contributed to it. I have skillfully avoided my basic responsibility to inform and educate people, and have been dexterous enough to fend off any criticism for that negligence. I am paid for what I do; that is all, and fair enough.
An old friend of mine helped me realise that I know nothing by putting some basic questions to me, like what is happening in the society, what is this violence for, whose war on terror is this, who is our friend and who is our enemy, what is happening in Balochistan, why there is so much poverty and inflation in our country? And he went on asking and I kept on replying. Arguments and counter arguments soon turned into a verbal war as different perspectives left us groping for consensus in the dark. “I don’t know” was the exhausting point.
Sounds funny, but do we journalists really know what is happening around us and why? We are yet to find time out of non-issues that make our headlines to focus on the matters that really hurt us. National Reconciliation Ordnance (NRO), memogate scandal, immunity or no immunity, contempt or no contempt, Mehran Bank scam, suo moto on this and suo moto on that are all we are left to deal with. Do these issues make any good for our toiling people?
Another journalist colleague is convinced that Osama was not in Abbottabad. It was all a well-scripted drama, he thinks. And why do you think so, I asked. “It was the biggest lie of the decade by a biggest power,” he continued, adding the Americans themselves shot down the chopper with all the 30 Marines on board who had taken part in the operation. “They also demolished the compound in Abbottabad to spoil any clue proving that Osama was not there.” What makes you think that Osama was there, he asked in turn. Because they (Americans) say so, I replied. “You are naïve,” he ended the debate.
We don’t know who the Pak army is fighting for. Is it for us, Pakistanis, or the Americans that pay it in cash and kinds. We don’t know who are carrying out suicide attacks and blasting off high value installations. We don’t know what is happening in Balochistan except that foreign hands are involved — another confession that we know nothing. We do have some guesswork and claims, but we do lack truth. Someone is wrong because someone is right. Who is right and who is wrong is left for a bloody war to decide in
Famous
A very unsuccessful politician always comes to me for advice on politics for he thinks that I know a lot about politics. The day he realizes that my advices have made him a third grade politicians, we will be friends no more.