There is a dark story in Pakistan that is narrated in a random, sporadic, and heartbreaking manner. It is a story without an end.

Vislualise it as a cinematic experience in living colour. There is a plot that hangs like an umbrella over various sub plots.

The grand scheme of things always defines the main plot which in turn revolves around well-known main characters. They make policies, pass laws, deliver judgements, fight wars, and run affairs that govern the lives of citizens. They control the resources of the state and spend them as they deem fit for the benefit of many, and often few, and often themselves. Themselves quite often, actually. New vehicles, refurbished offices, salary hikes, foreign junkets, and schemes that provide them real estate benefits.

Then there’s the other story. This story revolves around plots where buildings collapse in Karachi because the main characters of the main story did not do what they are paid to do. Or two dozen infants die in Pakpattan because of the criminal negligence of those who live lives of privilege on taxpayers’ money. Or a dozen family members are swallowed by a raging flashflood in Swat because those mandated to save them could not do so because of........

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