Till a few weeks back not many were prepared to take the challenge of Imran Khan seriously.
A single day transformed everything. From a hopeless chaser of shadows and pursuer of a mirage, Imran Khan, in the eyes of most of his detractors, and critics, suddenly acquired the dimensions of a boyant David who had the potential to slay the sleeping Goliaths of the day.
I remember how bitterly Imran Khan used to talk about those who had been making a mockery of his ideas.
“Today they are making a fun of my dreams and my vision. But I can see them running towards me tomorrow to shower me with their eulogies, adorations, loyalties and unflinching support. I have no doubt that it will happen.
The irony is that I’ll have to embrace them, thank them, and hold them dear to my heart.”
That has happened.
Imran Khan is under invasion. Infact under siege.
The number of those who regard him as the only hope of Pakistan— the messiah this country has been waiting for, since ages—has risen to unbelievable heights and dimensions.
He is trying to embrace them all—– thank them all and hold them all dear to his heart. And in the process, he is faced with a looming possibility of losing his way.
If in this great rush, he loses sight of the ideals that have brought him this far, and made him become the heart-throb of the youth of this country, it will be a national tragedy.
Personally I believe, this will not happen. There is some quality about this man that took him to Melbourne, brought him to Shaukat Khanum Memorial Hospital and from there pushed him up to that defining day— the 30th of October 2011.
That quality is not going to get trampled under the feet of the mob that is gathering around him.
Hopefully.
17-11-2011
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