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Satire: Diary of a Pakistani journalist

Updated Nov 23, 2016 11:39pm

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Illustration by Sabir Nazir
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Dear Second-hand Diary...

Because I can’t afford a new one, as today is the end of another month where I haven’t been paid. Sometimes my ex-wife asks me why I never got a proper job. All your friends are making a lot more money than you, she used to say, but you had to become a journalist. I told her I can’t help it — I have a passion for the truth, and the truth is I wasn’t qualified to do anything else. The job is demanding. My editor says I should listen to a lot of people without giving my own opinion, but as a Pakistani, that is impossible to do.

The job is dangerous too. I have to go to conflict areas, such as Lyari, Waziristan and the National Assembly. Covering the Parliament is not fun, unless I can cover it in tarpaulin.

Sometimes I have to go and ask people how it felt being trapped under debris or caught in a bomb blast. To my surprise, none of them say it was ‘kind of nice, actually’. Other times, I have to revisit sites of great tragedy and do live shots about dead people. Just today I was sent to a dark, desolate place with nicotine addicts sleeping on the floor because they don’t have homes or hope. I believe it was called a ‘press club’.

Newsrooms are the best. You get to work late, give up all pretences of a social life and make front-page news, or as most publications prefer it, make up front page news. I need to get regular vitamin shots because I haven’t seen the sun in a year. I get one day off in a week, and usually get called in for that when Imran Khan announces another dharna. I think I have a family, but I can’t remember their names. They only find out I’m alive when I file a story.

I regularly get arrested by cops, stopped at checkpoints and am refused entry into public offices — and that’s just on my way to work. I risk my life and reputation to publish stories so talk-show hosts can continue to make all the money.

Last year, I was shot at during a shutter-down protest, tear-gassed at a political rally and beaten up at a summer lawn sale. It’s much safer to cover sectarian leaders and militants. This year, I had my shirt torn and hair pulled at the national budget conference. On average, my cameraman’s equipment is broken twice a month — the biggest office expenditure is on gadgets.

Working for an English daily, my job description is to help white journalists understand conservative Pakistan. The dream is to be a correspondent for a foreign news agency one day, but my degree from Colombo University instead of Columbia means I might be a fixer for the rest of my life.

Today, I woke up to 100 messages on Twitter — 99 asking me how much RAW pays me for my articles. The ultimate challenge is to do a story on civil-military relations without people asking for your deportation. This week, I received only 10 death threats online; there must be exams in computer engineering colleges.

In Pakistan, we don’t just have credible journalists, we have incredible journalists.

One of our peers was recently put on the Exit Control List over a leaked story. Pakistan is the only country where punishment is not exile, but being forced to stay here. They’re still investigating it: one minister has lost his job and several others have been named in the terrible leak, which increasingly sounds like the government has a serious bladder problem.

But this story isn’t just a problem for the government, it’s also a problem for us. I used to think getting beaten up by cops or ending up in prison was how one became a renowned journalist; now I have to get on the Exit Control List for my badge of honour.

People say our stories aren’t reliably sourced, but sourcing is difficult in this country. If you ask a person the same thing twice, you’ll get three different answers. I can’t verify military sources; I can’t verify government sources; I can’t even verify the sources of my own income. Yes, sometimes I find a lifafa on my desk. Usually it’s just the new issue of Hilal magazine.

In Pakistan, everyone speaks on the condition of anonymity, wishing not to be named. If they really wished not to be named, they should have told their parents that. Just last week an official, on the condition of anonymity, told me to get lost.

The government now says journalism is the biggest threat to national security since the Taliban. There needs to be a new National Action Plan against media houses. There needs to be a Zarb-e-Azb in Karachi’s Saddar area. Somebody should investigate investigative journalism.

Yours anonymously, Sohail Almedia


This article was originally published in the Herald's November 2016 issue. To read more subscribe to the Herald in print.


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Comments (16) Closed



DODU Nov 13, 2016 11:38am

Satire or comedy is only an extension of pain and sorrow. Depends how one's look at it. As a comedy or pain.

Helping Hands Nov 13, 2016 12:03pm

The signature at the end is the best!

wellwisher Nov 13, 2016 12:27pm

great, just great

ashutosh mishra Nov 13, 2016 12:32pm

Superb Sabir bhai. Behatareen!!!

Mohajir Nov 13, 2016 02:57pm

Simply Brilliant article. Hats off

Rizwan Nov 13, 2016 03:32pm

My limited vocabulary cannot do justice to this brilliant piece.

Maybe a smiley and the word thumbs-up in steric will do the job.

:) Thumbs-up

Wisdom Nov 13, 2016 03:47pm

An excellent essay Sir! There are many of us who search for Truth ... even if it is bitter ... for we are thirsty to know the truth. That thirst can be satisfied at this water source ...

Umreekan_Sundi Nov 13, 2016 04:07pm

Well written :)

P C tripathy Nov 13, 2016 08:25pm

very well put. Truth and satire intermingled.

Ashfaq Khan Nov 14, 2016 02:36am

Great, just Great! could not stop laughing, made my day, keep up the good work.

DB Adam Nov 14, 2016 03:55am

Excellent write up. Thank you.

J.Niaz Nov 14, 2016 05:39am

Excellent writing. Makes very good reading.

ak Nov 14, 2016 12:28pm

What a way to pull off expression. Hats off.

sri1 Nov 14, 2016 04:19pm

Awesome, had a smile at the end. Saahil is probably closer than Sohail in terms of pronunciation. Keep up the good work, there will always be one or more jobs waiting across, if ever there is a need. Take care.

Ravi Nov 15, 2016 01:16pm

its really reflecting the conditions in pak

Noor-ul huda Nov 16, 2016 02:14pm

aptly written...................