The Miniature Earth


If we could turn the population of the earth into a small community of 100 people, keeping the same proportions we have today, it would look something like this:

61 Asians

12 Europeans

14 Americans (from North and South America)

13 Africans

01 Australian (Oceania)

50 women

50 men

10 are homosexuals

33 are Christian (Catholics, Protestants, and Orthodox)

18 are Muslims

16 are Hindus

16 are non-religious

6 are Buddhists

11 practice other religions

41 live without basic sanitation

16 live without an improved water source

6 people own 59% of the entire wealth of the community

13 are hungry or malnourished

14 can’t read

only 7 are educated at a secondary level

only 8 have a computer

only 4 have an internet connection

1 adult, aged 15-49, has HIV/AIDS

Of the village’s total annual expenditures of just over US$3,000,000 per year:

US$ 181,000 is spent on weapons and warfare

US$ 159,000 is spent on education

US$ 132,000 is spent on health care

If you keep your food in a refrigerator, and your clothes in a closet…

If you have a roof over your head, and have a bed to sleep in…

You are richer than 75% of the entire world population.

If you have a bank account you’re one of the 30 wealthiest people in the community.

25 struggle to live on US$ 1.00 per day or less…

47 struggle to live on US$ 2.00 per day or less.

 

Work with passion

Love without needing to be loved

Appreciate what you have

And do your best for a better world.

*These statistics are from at least 5 years ago.  It would be interesting to see updated numbers, but I didn’t find any.*

Re-blogged from: A Curious Wanderer

Ad-ding It Up


S. Shah – Rohani Scholar Extraordinaire – able to solve all the problems of all women. All those who have lost hope should contact at least once as a last resort.

If you want to stop a marriage or get married; want to enslave your lover’s mind completely; want husband’s full attention or have disobedient children; constant fights at home or issues of property inheritance; whoever wants revenge should contact immediately; know lottery numbers through Jinn; expert in making right left and left right

Have everything done while sitting comfortably at home. Total secrecy guaranteed.

Someone stuck this ad under my windshield wipers the other day. I perused it while I put the key into the ignition switch and went about putting on my seat belt. It was printed on rough cardboard, in red and black ink, and a contact number was provided for all those interested.

I couldn’t help laughing out loud (no, not the text messaging ‘LOL’ where you don’t actually laugh at anything, let alone ‘loud’).

Yes, I know you must be wondering whether I’ve lost my mind completely (a post for a later time, folks). How could I be laughing at something totally serious?

Jinn are revealing lottery numbers to us – BINGO!

Also, who wouldn’t want to make left right and right left? Really, I’ve lost count of the number of times that I’ve wanted to be ambidextrous. It would have been especially helpful when I was writing those long exams at school.

And of course, now I know how I will stop X marrying Y and then have X all to myself; he will live a much happier life, I’m telling you. At the same time, the cold and sweet dish of revenge is mine, all mine! *insert evil laughter*

See? This is extremely funny…

It is extremely funny how even in this scientific day and age, we believe in the rohani (spiritual) element and black magic so firmly. So much that it is only because of our ‘belief’ that people like S. Shah continue to exist and thrive in the society. So naive are we that we continue to be ensnared by these people time and again.

I have to admit: black magic does exist. Even our religion tells us so. And so do Jinn, and can easily be ‘used’ by people who I know how to.

Does that mean we should? Mr. Shah and his countless colleagues definitely thinks so.

Yes, poverty and lack of education (or maybe just plain old ignorance?) are definitely behind all this. Who wouldn’t want to make a little extra money by winning the lottery? Especially when you can barely make ends meet in the first place? But sometimes even the highest level of education and wealth is like spun sugar when face-to-face with the ‘results’ of such actions.

And you know the funniest thing? We demand ‘logic’ and a ‘rational’ explanation when we are called towards faith (generally true for most religions), but for things like this, all our ‘logic’ jumps right out of the fifth storey window.

Anyways, excuse me. I need to run out and call up Mr. Shah in order to ensnare X’s mind so he that he ditches Y and is forever mine. Being doubly sure never hurt.

Gal Mithi Mithi BOL


The movie, Bol, however, is not meethi in any way. Unless maybe you count the ending, ’cause that would definitely leave you with an ‘awww’ feeling.

No, this is not really going to be another movie review of a film that is taking the country by the storm. Well, at least, judging from the number of people flocking to watch it. Or maybe that was only because it was a Saturday. (Still, I feel obliged to say: Spoiler Alert!)

I liked Bol. I would recommend you to watch it, although I would rate it at least PG-13 for language.

But it’s not simple as that. Because, the movie, in itself, is not as simple as that.

I can’t decide whether the movie is controversially intense or intensely controversial.

Seriously!

And if I had to choose, I think I would totally go with Option C: All of the above.

I loved how in such a short time span Shoaib Mansoor was able to point out the various problems in our society.

So, we get to see how poverty defines the lives of a religious nut and his non-conformist daughter who dares to defy him, and the things each does to survive, even ending up murdering. All the women in that household live a life of oppression and the one person who isn’t technically a woman certainly has the tendencies. Which is another major cause of consternation for the religiously strict father.

The movie also touches upon rape and sexual assault in reference to kids, how it is considered a stigma and why murder becomes a result of such things. We bear witness to police asking for bribery in order to overlook a case. The general money matters are solved using other people’s money and then playing a ‘gamble’ to pay off the ‘loan’ and maintain family izzat. Ironically enough, only the people belonging to Heera Mandi, people who had been discarded because of their profession, were the only ones to step up. Meanwhile, the women are not allowed to do anything, and especially, not allowed to work: it is a man’s job to provide for his family. Except that when the cat isn’t home, the mice definitely play.

Tensions continue throughout the film, which ends with some very important questions: why do you keep having kids if you don’t have the means to feed them? Why is giving birth not a crime?

These are valid questions, of course, considering the vicious cycle of poverty and population problems in the country.

What I felt was that the non-conformist daughter could defy her father in taking her mother to the doctor and having her sister married off to the Shia neighbour she was in love with and was meeting secretly every day, to whom her father had expressly said no to. So she could have defied him to go earn some money and showed him that he was wrong. Wasn’t this what she was already trying to do when she talked back to him and earned a slap for her effort? Couldn’t she easily have hidden the details to her strict overbearing father, while making sure they did not starve? Nope! When it came to actually doing something, she preferred to play the damsel in distress conveniently.

And then, how once the evil and dominant father was removed from the midst of that family and everything worked out very well is a concept I find very problematic. Really? And what’s with the ultra-modernism? Is the only reason ‘compare and contrast’? To make us think?

Controversy for the sake of it or with an actual motive?

Such argument apart, what the movie actually did for me was simple: it made me really thankful to the Almighty Allah for my father.

I’m not kidding.

I was sitting in the dark theatre and watching that moulvi break the small mirror with his daughter’s face and all I could think was: Thank God! Thank God! Thank God!

I can’t even imagine my father talking to me loudly, let alone this.

Thank God!

But you know the best part?

When the President of Pakistan is watching the reporter’s broadcast about the hanging…when it ends, there is no ‘channel’ to go to. It’s as if there was a cable/power outage at that very instant.

Shrrrrrrrrrr.