Love and patriotism, two of the most over-rated feelings we have. Yet we aspire to them more than goodness and all other crap.
Khair, I was chatting with a mixed group of people, they were from all over the place, and suffice it to say, they were fascinated why I was a Pakistani. What they could nt understand was my country is pathetic, its filled with stupid, fucked up people who care more about Shahrukh khan than the place they live in, its dirty and its horrible (I would nt deny that), yet I love it, I m patriotic about it and I would go back there one day.
Well I launched into one of those riddiculous speeches about motherland and great people and other loads of crap that I could come up with, but later I realized something, why I and the rest of the Pakistani’s love their country (at least overtly). You see, the best lover that you can have is the one your have to fight with, you have to make an effort to get close to, you have to go through all the bad stuff, the screams and the shouts and the acting outs to actually get to the core. and even though you ll end up hating them, but you ll love them nonetheless. Hate and love are not exclusive or’ed!
An American, or an indian, or some european bloke would love their country cuz there are so many things to love. A Pakistani would love his or her country not because there are many things to love, cuz frankly there are nt, and those that are are being taken away one by one. But because there are so many things to hate that we learn to find things to love in all that mess. And its the effort that makes you fall head over heels for that country. You go through so much crap that you end up saying, I went through all that just for you my love, for in the end you are worth it.
Thats why I love my country. Not because its a bed of roses, but because its not and yet for me it is, and it is mine, Mine all mine.
EDIT: listen to this song,