I am a keen watcher of the Pakistani press and I came across a real literary 
keeper in a  mainstream paper . The Daily Times has firmly grasped 
the "middle ground" in opinions, as opposed to the extremes that one finds in 
other media. 

A letter to the editor follows the article

http://www.dailytimes.com.pk/default.asp?page=2008/03/02/story_2-3-2008_pg3_6
Drat! — Ejaz Haider

Difficult it is to reconcile with the feeling that there mayn’t be any sphere 
of life or national activity where we can excel, or at which having excelled, 
maintain our supremacy. Consider.

We reigned supreme in field hockey. Teams played us not to win but hoping to 
lose gracefully. Today, as KH would put it in his inimitable style, even 
Charlie’s aunt can kick our ass. The world of squash, our bailiwick for over 
three decades, is lost to us. Cricket, the sport in which we have invested so 
much, lies unravelled. What is wrong with us?

We always under-perform, regardless of whether the action is good or bad. We 
were supposed to be the most dangerous place in the world. And what do we do? 
We hold elections, elect mainstream parties, defeat religious groups and in 
doing all this completely disappoint the world. The world will now have to 
find another candidate. What a shame.

This is enough to be sad about. But I am devastated since Friday evening. Just 
when I thought that we were the best and the most committed nation to 
crotch-scratching, an exercise to which the shalwar lends itself beautifully, 
news comes that the Italians have been at it to the point where “the 
phrase ‘io mi tocco i...’, or ‘I touch my...’, is still used in much the same 
way as ‘touch wood’ is in English”.

Drat! But I should have known better. One theory on the similarity 
between ‘testes’, ‘test’, ‘testify’ and ‘testimony’ says the Romans, when 
testifying before a court, always put their right hands on the crotch.

Now of course things are changing and courts do not like men going around 
testifying in public. The Italian court of cessation, the highest court of 
appeal in that country, has ruled that it is a criminal offence for a man to 
scratch, adjust or even manipulate himself in public, thank you.

The Guardian, the paper muesli-eating liberals love to read, attributes this 
to Italian folklore according to which, “a swift grasp of one’s generative 
organs – known by Italians as their ‘attributi’ – protects against bad luck”. 

When the going gets tough, the hand gets going. Which is just as well because 
in times of crisis and utter faarigh-ul baali one can’t think of anything 
better to do than scratch one’s crotch.

Punjabi has a special expression for attending to one’s ‘attributi’. It’s 
called t***** khurkana and figuratively means being idle. Idleness also has a 
sinister link with unemployment as the jobless in the Q League, which 
governed this country for five years, will tell you. When they are not 
cursing Mr Shaukat Aziz, they are scratching their crotches and sometimes 
doing both.

Actually, there was at least one minister in the previous government who began 
practising it while on the job. He was on a tv programme and after squirming 
for a while decided the camera could go to hell. With the obvious itch of one 
in need of a good scratch, and the target area placed as it is, he raised one 
leg and dived for it. In raising the leg thus, the minister also raised the 
status of the act. It was, in all fairness, the highlight of the show. 

Anyway, the point was that even in diving crotchwards we have been out-dived 
by the Italians. Our only hope now lies in the court verdict which is likely 
to discourage this activity to a point where healthy Italian men will be 
forced to attend to their generative organs in private. And that is about as 
genuine as non-alcoholic drinks.

The court of appeal is reported to have said in its ruling that a 
hand-to-crotch approach “has to be regarded as an act contrary to public 
decency, a concept... requiring everyone to abstain from conduct potentially 
offensive to collectively-held feelings of decorum”. 

I hope that this will, over time, make Italian men squeamish enough for Italy 
to fall behind us in publicly executing an act whose satisfaction can only be 
testified to by those who possess what it takes to testify.

I am also confident of this because the Italian court’s verdict is likely to 
sync with the rise, post-election, of groin-scratching in this country. 

One reason I am so taken in by democracy is because it is a great leveller. 
The average Nathu in this country has always been wedded to his crotch in 
many ways, scratching and fondling it whenever the itch arises or the Muse 
comes calling which is most of the time during waking hours. With the former 
ministers doing the same, elections have definitely thrown up a more 
egalitarian society.

Postscript: By the way, if anyone finds the mention of this national pastime 
offensive, counting out the feminazis, he may want to take a look at 
Farhangay Aasfiya or find a pre-partition unexpurgated edition of Feroz-ul 
Lughaat. This may not be taksaali but with the dawn of democracy it’s about 
time we brought the kharri boli into the mainstream. That’s the combination 
that made English what it is and Shakespeare what he is.

In any case, democracy is all about the awam. So help us God!

Ejaz Haider is Consulting Editor of The Friday Times and Op-Ed Editor of Daily 
Times. He can be reached at [EMAIL PROTECTED]

Reaction:

Ball games!

Sir: I have just read Ejaz Haider’s discourse on the ticklish subject of 
crotch-scratching. (“Drat!” Daily Times, March 2) I am afraid he is misled in 
comparing our male national pastime with the Italian variety. While the 
Italian scratching is associated with good luck and possibly itchiness, in 
Pakistan it is more of a game without any superstitions attached to it. The 
simple rule here is to constantly keep re-arranging one’s “attributi” in ever 
more inventive positions. Like any ball game, it is important to have 
concentration and determination in order to excel. Indeed, Mr Haider has 
correctly identified our erstwhile law minister as an accomplished exponent 
of the game and frankly I cannot see any Italian able to match or challenge 
the minister’s prowess. His ability to keep the ball in play even in the most 
testing circumstances is a treat to watch.

Finally, may I commend your readers to the seminal work on this subject, The 
Unequal Couple by the Chinese author Won Hung Lo.
MIAN HAROUN RASHID
Baghbanpura 

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