Sometimes I’m forced to think about the ancestry of the people in Pakistan. It has to be linked with Sherlock Holmes, or someone similar (and in reality). Thinking like detectives seems like a congenital disease of the majority. Spending time developing these theories has also developed into some kind of a national hobby of a time-spending (wasting) activity. In such conditions, lies, rumors, allegations and blames perfectly fit in the puzzle. Whether it is the politicians blaming the military, nation believing in a theory that all happenings in the country are conspired by US, saas-bahu stories, the controversies in the cricket team and board, educational institutes or professionals on job being suspicious of their colleagues; all of these and more, they are happy to portray that their present situation is a result of someone else’s conspiracies.

What the hell is wrong with us? When will we learn to accept our mistakes? When will we be ready to take the blame on ourselves rather than dumping it all on someone else? Is it an easy escape to absolve ourselves of responsibilities? Or do we like twisting the realities to suit our side of the story?

Regardless of the myriad unanswered questions, we’re deep into the sin of conspiring and believing that others are doing so. We just love it, don’t we?