A mysterious tribe, known as Sindth Jo Juhla, once got tired of life’s bullshit.
Agriculture had become an inferior choice, and more and more people took to the seas to rob people and their ships. Any clan member long failing to adapt to the time-tested profession would eventually be thrown into the waters. No mercy.
But if you’d not rebel, life was perfect. More was looted than would ever be spent. So there were ballerinas, Kuppees, concubines and slaves for even the slackest of pirates. The Juhlas would gather in one of the تماشو (Tamashoos) and dance naked around the lake. This early form of Sindh festival lasted for many centuries.
By about 4000 years ago, however, the Juhlas started to decline. The goddamn Aryans had screwed their sacred trade with a brutal force. They damaged their culture with a blend of manner, customs and Sanskrit. Feudal lords, now reborn, were half Hindus, half Aryans, and were rightfully called Haryans.
The Sind Festival was forced to embrace a dress of decency, so instead of a random girl turning into a dancer for the Tamasho, only Karees would be taken to task. And because Haryans had mastered the art of luxury clothing, every one attending the Sindh Festival would have a free Ajrak or topi. The rich would go to a village named Mai-jo-Kolachi where they would fish all day.
The decency pill worked for another 2000 years. In this long time, Haryans had developed a deep sense of pride and prejudice against the non-Sindhi inhabitants. The Hindus kept their identities at bay, allowing Sindhis enjoy their distinctive way of life. Sind was envied world over, especially by Arabs who thought they were superior both in culture and values.
So on 8th December, 712 AD, an Arab traveler named M B Qasim broke all hell loose on what he feared as the world’s superpower of the time. He first defeated the then king of Sindudesh, Raja Jahil, and casted all beliefs of the invaded land in a manner that was more peaceful and decent than ever. Resistance came, resistance silenced.
When Arabs realized that the magnitude of ignorance extended far beyond the Sindth – indeed to the whole of subcontinent – they soon expanded their reach. In the few years that they stayed at Sindh, they could only inspire a few Sindhis wear a half-hearted seal of Islam.
Sind inhabitants, now called Sindhis, had very little to celebrate in the suppressed regime. Raw weed smoked at the side of a dried up agro field was all a Sindhi-turned-Muslim hypocrite could do in the yearly festival.
And then, some really cool people evolved and named themselves Mughals.
The dynasty rulers were praised by people of all sorts: true Sindhis (or Hindus), camouflaged Sindhis (those who took to Islam temporarily), and left over half-Arabs who would call themselves as Muslims for centuries to come. Mughals had a clear foresight of Sindh’s ignorance, so they kept it the way it was, and headed for development of art, music and architecture elsewhere around their newly named continent, Hindustan.
Sindh festival took the zenith of fun in the Mughal era. At the start of annual event, Sindhis could freely return to the feel of their nomadic life – looting traders on foot or horses and enjoying the newly invented Sindhi Biryani (inspired from the Mughalian extra vaganza) and wine.
This Sindhi-Mughal ignorance pact continued for about 800 years, and in 1800s, an illuminati enterprise known as BEast India Company took to the princely thrones. Mughals voluntarily exchanged their power for the Gory Ma’ams, something they had been luring for years at their darbars.
During the reign of the beasts, Sindhis gained a great amount of wisdom. They started producing their own literature and published global-standard works like Shah-Jo-Risalo. The Chameleon type Sindhis returned to their original faiths once again.
The illuminati group also omitted the greater Sind from their development plans, letting ignorant blissfully recount their inherited jahalat for years. However, they did produce a real hero before their departure, who was then named Ibn-Bhutto.
The wisest man in Sind as he was so known, he transformed the concept of Sind from a totalitarian state into one of mutual corruption. His idea was so popular in Sind that not even the creation of 1947 Pakistan could overturn it.
So when in 1970s his personality cult was inherited by his son, Mr. ZA Bhutto, Sind had the chance to rule the whole of Pakistan. And though Sindhis were not able to educate themselves, they had successfully injected their language into the school curriculums all over Sind. One more notable development of the Bhutto challenged NASA’s moon landing accomplishment, with Sindhis having the guarantee of food, cloth and shelter. A Sindhi having all these luxuries had a simple reason to celebrate Sindh festival all year round, without having to wait for that special day.
In the next 40 years, the name of Bhutto lived through time, with Princess Bhutto first captaining the roti, kapra, makan ship all by herself, and then (incidentally) transferring the responsibility to her husband, and later her son.
Now that 2014 marks just about the 5000 year of celebration of our collective Sindi heritage, I have just got a nostaliac attack of good old times….. times we’d just live by being pirates of the Indus.
Are you too?
Here is what the festival has for you now. I hope you enjoy it in the same spirit as me.
P.S. Like the other 50+ million people of Sindh, I like am a supporter for all causes and events of my province, including the Sindh Festival.
This blog only attempts to raise awareness about the not-so-proudful past of Sindh. May be it is’nt our past at the first place! It would be better if we read Sindh’s history from after the creation of Pakistan so that we don’t take the bulk bads of Mughals, the Aryans, or their cave ancestors.