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Saturday, August 28, 2010

MAC STUCK IN A P4 WORLD

When one looks at any website related to technology outsourcing or any virtual business one sees a really hot chick or a super stud from the covers of GQ representing the glamour that goes with success of minting trillions through technology… Bill Gates, The Google Duo and of course the modern day God Father of all social networking the CEO of facebook… All men each an everyone of them spent a fortune to develop an image from being the geek behind the screen with a root beer and Doritos to a powerful corporate war monger… Now if we look at Pakistan and we all take a peek at our own tech world it’s almost the same except one needs to remove the demi Gods and replace them with our very own female version let’s call her phoolan devi .

Our technology bandit queen is a great fan of the arts extremely well respected in several international circles as someone who has an extremely firm grip on reality and is known to be one who can give very sound advice in any forum. In our so called country where its male dominated and men take all the credit and blah blah blah our bandit queen has rallied our troops fought wars against the government for freedom of various issues and been a major guiding factor in the success of many success stories who drive their leased bmw’s today…

I’m surprised she has not been nominated for a position in the national assembly in Pakistan as she definitely would help take this country forward to the next generation. Our zorro of the virtual highways is bit weird. When Pakistan was on 9600bps our bandit queen did not run with the typical caliber of 30bore (Pentium) her weapon of choice was and still is the Mac. There was no support for mac in Pakistan leave alone any support for a PC yet she stuck to the G forces that held a mac together and waged war.

I was the first employee for only 30 days of Phoolans Army of Sociopaths that Heaven Allowed (PASHA) and I had the honor of working for her and in gaining my sanity driving her to the brim of suicide. Yet to this day I have the utmost regard for this crusader for the betterment of Pakistan via technology as she started something wonderful. Phoolan is the lifeline of Pakistan’s technology solution today or as we say the Jehan behind the throbbing heart of this industry…

She is without any chip on her shoulder a very qwerky sense of humor and has the ability to smile through any battle that will easy many a tension. Today the bandit queen will be written about in history when she leaves her throne… what she started as an ideology is something that will never die out like the flame of the Olympic torch… her army of geeks armed with key boards lethal mice can and will wage war upon finding a solution to Pakistans needs. All they need is wifi and caffeine. Their Jehan to them is a friend a mentor and someone who will never allow them to give up the fight even though the odds she has faced in life would scare the hardest of tycoons… There is a gangster terminology known as Mac Daddy well Pakistan has its own Mac Momma and she is definitely a force not to be reckoned with even though she is stuck in a DELL pc world…

GREY QUESTIONS IN A BLACK AND WHITE WORLD

Would you still feel the same way if your child was the victim of the Sialkot bashings? Would you still ponder over facebook as to how to stop corruption if you were hungry? Would you still consider laughing if you saw your daughter or sister making out with some kid who you hated on you tube? Would you try to look the other way as your mother or sister recovered from having being held up? Would you laugh if all your relatives who were flooded out and moved into your garden?



Now ok answer this would Pakistan’s reaction have been the same if those two boys were Ahmedis Quaidianis leave alone hindus and Christians?

Makes you think huh?

DESTROYING THE NOOR

Being from the educated class of society, I guess I am one who has joined the masses. I am confused if I am guilty of ignorance or the impotence to accept reality. Today being a resident of Islamabad as I come and go from the various offices the hot topic seems to be how to profit from charity…

Being verbose I have had many emails asking me to ask people to donate and every mail has had the required account number into which this profit is to be deposited. When one asks people what they are doing and if they have a structure to save this country from aids with the AID that is supposed to come we get inconsistent vague ideas and hopes from people who have no clue as to what a disaster actually means.

Also one needs to understand a few things over here. Before you run around looking for a cause to support like going around the rotary merry go round or roaring with the lions club we need to seek and define organizations that actually make a difference and would be able to help society if not Pakistan. As a muslim we are taught that our Rasool (PBUH) had a thing known as noor. But as the spiritual children of our prophet people often don’t discover that this noor is within them as well. The noor is ones spirit and is also known as the rooh.

With Hazrat Muhammad we used to say that it is his noor and still do because his rooh was pure as could be but with our own belief we can somehow only realize that we have a rooh. If lucky maybe we will discover the Noor to take us to that enlightened place in our minds to do good where our roohs will go to heaven.

I actually met a Noor (a physical person with that very name) who happened to head a very esteemed department in education which often goes un recognized. This department is supposed to train our existing army of teachers to stop using sticks and stones to fight the education wars and head off towards adopting technology. I am angered by the odds that face Noor everyday as the name is certainly lived up to. Yet like the masses I am subject to standing still and being quiet as the external and internal forces of insecurity are afraid that someone might be able to do something good for a change.

If you are from the new school of thought then you know how to make someone remember you leave alone respect… I’m talking remember you. It’s easy defraud them of a small amount in cash or kind or if in a position to help them, make empty promises that lead to nothing at the end of the day. Your inefficiency will kill them and they will remember you like mad.

People are unique as we are born alone even if you are lucky to have a twin you will be buried alone and judged alone… So I ask you this time when you are looking for a cause – ask around the circles of education… What is noor? Who is noor? And where is noor? Maybe a lot of your own questions about where your rooh will be once you have met this being. Noor can be found somewhere deep inside our hearts and if you look for a living example she can be found in H8 Islamabad…

Friday, August 27, 2010

THE SHOCKING TRUTH ABOUT TWO PARALLEL WORLDS

PARALLEL 01 - TIME – 0630 – scratching his bum and conscience a man wakes up and wanders off to his kitchen puts on water to boil and then goes to the shower. He has had a terrible night of sleep as the sporadic availability of electricity has destroyed his ability to have any patriotic sense….
PARALLEL 02 - TIME – 0630 – a man awakes from a nightmare filled slumber from the demons who attacked him in his office and beat the crap out of him and when home they also invaded his sleep and made the night ridiculously uncomfortable…

PARALLEL 01 - TIME – 0730 – having gathered his wits amongst his things for the office the man departs in his vehicle for office. His focused is shifted to the fact if he will make it alive to his destination or not. He is a medical doctor and an educator somehow still educating himself daily as to the harsh realities faced by an unexpected states of circumstances that fall upon him….
PARALLEL 02 - TIME – 0730 – after having awoken and swallowed several doses of virtual Prozac this man picks up the pieces of his humanity and faith in the country. He is a doctor and somehow every cure that he has does not seem to work for his cause… he drives to work through the greenery wondering how much will be chopped down today and stolen if not that…

PARALLEL 01 - TIME – 0800 – the worlds bank have failed his system and as he enters the halls of his university he wonders if this was the right choice to have made years ago. A civil servant he can’t see civilization anywhere near and is surrounded by the barbarianism of the student mafia.
PARALLEL 02 - TIME – 0800 – Asian development is at a high and high people are trying to gather their resources to develop Asia. This doctor is the one who will have to administer a lethal injection to over twenty thousand futures that will lose hope in a nation. And high amount of narcotic based tranquilizers in the form of bull shit to a nation that will strip his office for not meeting a promise made over half a decade ago when he was not the one to promise it.
PARALLEL 01 - TIME – 1130 – the cup of coffee is washed down with several disprin and after a few phone calls have been made at how terrible it is that as a doctor he is not doing his bit. He has been mentally bashed by his administration for all that is wrong. A witness to some pirates who are robbing him of the fame of his achievements and students who are too busy in the world of politics rather than finding how to read greys anatomy
PARALLEL 02 - TIME – 1130 – the smile has gone and the tie feels tighter the man who is supposed to doctor the whole structure of today’s future has become a cheap bargaining tool across a table from a bunch of those who have no respect for this mans intelligence. He has to justify every move, have all his departments work plagiarized and sold off and receive no loyalties or royalties…

PARALLEL 01 - TIME – 1630 – This man has just finished reconstructing the battered body of a human being lying on a table and does not have the strength to tell his family that it will happen again as the 12 year old boy is from the minorities. He has to play an angel and savior whilst his peers question God and his enemies declare him satan. It is Ramadan so as he head home he forgets the every day issues and starts his suffer ki dua. He prays that he may not suffer when his car is stolen and that he die a painless death at the hands of whom so ever comes to rob him of his medical journals. Lastly he does his salaam with the hope he can do salaam to his wife and children when he reaches home.
PARALLEL 02 - TIME – 1630 – questioning fate and scratching his head all those research papers and education in engineering never taught him politics and denied him the fore advice that he should leave his conscience at home and dump integrity in his brief case when he sat at his desk. The halls are empty the lights are off and here he in the mids of the month of fasting figuring out the most politest way to beg for Pakistan’s future. He puts on a coat and as he walks out he is looked upon with smiles that only hyenas’ would have when they see you as their next meal…


The above is a brief nutshell of how two doctors spend their day. One is a maxillofacial surgeon and the head of a department at Hamdard University in Karachi the other is a PHD from Purdue (not only famous for its chickens) in the United States and now based in the Ministry of Education in Islamabad. Both are educated and working together in different parallel worlds with a lot of similarities. The facts are that they both are highly educated and extremely intelligent. The shocking truth is that they both are highly ridiculed and mocked and extremely disrespected by those who expect them to take the responsibility for decisions that will be made for them…
How sad and how unfortunately true? Maybe they would have had more luck dabbling in the corrupt guide wires of WAPDA and as butchers serving meat to the masses fro the drowned flood animals… after all degree to degree hai… kiya kar saktay hain agar genuine hai….

Thursday, August 26, 2010

THE WORLDS BANKS IN ASIAN DEVELOPMENT CRISIS’S

When you were ten and your parents gave you five rupees you skipped all the way to school and bought a whole stock of goodies to keep your adrenalin pumping for the entire half day that that you could possibly bear the ramblings of your teachers… With five rupees you were rich and on your way home your pockets would jingle with your left over stash of 25 paisa coins that you would save for a rainy day wich sadly never came…

Today you saved those twenty five paisas for over twenty five years and you have a whole one thousand… yet you feel that the choice in buying your child food for a week or balancing your own needs leave alone your wants is the the biggest challenge… just as you are thinking some bully comes and smack you upside the head in your air conditioned ATM and runs away after giving the security camera a cheeky grin and saying thank you from the casinos of London…

This is what is going on today we have a flood that literally drown us out… we complained to Allah for not giving us water and alas he heard our cries… When the heavens opened and the skies rained – we forgot to keep the soaps ready or leave the drains unplugged…

Now the worlds banks with international monies and funding are here to help the cause of the asian development… but development of what I ask you… Pakistan has the most amazing logistics network and the most amount of imported and almost never used arsenal of dumpers that were imported by ERROR and rather than making it to muzaffarabad went on to develop gawadars highways… there was another error made by the error foundation and that was that there was no accountability to any bureau so if we have in abbreviated form then… WB+IMF/ADB=ERROR so no NAB how cute…
Well tickle me senseless as the fun is only beginning… we are going to have this time NO-NAB on the WB+IMF+ADB-AID = CONFUSION so whilst those with MOD + MINT are making their shopping lists as per directed by the PM and the SECGEN UN really credible organizations like WHO HEC and WFP will have to start wondering if they can afford to be giving AID or worry about dealing with their own demons via political STD’s

CNN BBC & FOX ARE all waiting to record the AIDS given to PK to show that 911 was avenged in the form of bad 411 and that the idealogy of OBL has been turned into H2So4 which is now as harmless as O2…

So in this world of formulas EOI means we will take the rights to your land FOREX means ha ha ha for example and H20 well equals – its time to party! So are we to set up a division known as NERD (normal educated real developers) who will disperse the AID (all I deliver) from US (uncle sameer) sitting in the province of KPK (khao peeo khisko) to the masses who are desperate…

Im done with trying to play games… as seems that in the checkerboard of life Pakistan is at a losing end and that whether we like it or not a shopping list of military choppers / Volvo trucks and a whole arsenal of useless equipment is being bought where money should be spent on food education and rehabilitations… today the most dirty three letter words are WHO da HEC nWFP are you to say anything…

THE CITY THAT SURVIVDED IMMENSE ODDS!

In 1992 when I returned from Amreeeeka all wise and full of myself I realized that my fingers were itching to get at a key board. Oh but Pakistan had just discovered 9,600bps connections. It was like getting out of an F-16 and hopping into a Cessna.

Ok but we make do with what we have and I ventured off to Clifton to ensure that I would get a Great Deal if not good deal. After many a promises made if I left a deposit I wandered off to a mezzanine floor. There was this bright memon chap (I had been warned of memons) and this other memon chap who had one eye. As I told them what I wanted the good looking one told me that it will be possible if I gave him time… coming from a centrino environment I was shocked to realize that I was stuck in a P1 world and quite peeed off about it… finally I ordered something and it arrived…

Aaah the joys of a 3.2 gb hard drive and a whole one hundred and twenty eight mb of ram – I was flying and wooo hoo life ruled – but then again the fluctuation of Karachi fluctuated my computer and happiness and I was again stuck outside my virtual world of happiness in the form of MIRC…

Pissed off and feeling screwed over... I called this guy the good looking memon one and before I knew it I had a smile on my face as at no cost to me he fixed what I thought was wrong. That was the day an element of respect was developed. A few years later we met up and he was older married and an outcast from his community for not marrying into it and bankrupt. He did not ask for money rather slowly and surely smiled at his fate when he was about to have his first child and bore the insanity of the family pressure on both sides…

I learned one thing in life from this man that what doesn’t kill will only make you stronger. Pakistan underwent a major crisis where the FIA was arresting people left and right for credit card fraud… Yet somehow this guy launched the first true internet online shopping portal. Banks laughed at him – friends begged him not too and I for one started digging a grave in case he committed suicide… Every man has a weakness and for this chap his community became an entire city that is accesable instantly… Cuban cigars – to the most elite technology one can image will be at your door step GUARANTEED WITH A SMILE IN UNDER 24 HRS!

The man is Abid Beli who stuck to his old principles of quality and his low pricing made him unpopular as he never bargains. The best thing about this whole article is that I’m not trying to promote him rather I just realized that if a guy from a minority in Karachi was able to stand and deliver an honest product with a warranty and honestly make a success of it from simple honesty then shouldn’t the entire nation dump insecurity and invest in quality?

You figure it for yourself and let me know – its just a question!

PAKISTANS IGNORED TECHNOLOGY HEROES

It all started when there was an advert in the daily dawn on a Sunday looking for a marketing manager. A young man who though he was everything and rocked applied for this job. When he met up with the would be employer a lot was promised and in a shoe box office in central coffee house opposite Metropole hotel a sick and twisted friendship started.

The job was to develop business – which this man did not do… it was to manage the staff and in his exited nature he tried to do and to manage things around the office… the end result was that the staff wound up getting arrested for a heinous crime by the civil lines thana in Karachi and too for a crime against the state… The job was unique in the early nineties as the hours were dusk till dawn… and no they were not selling flesh or any illegal beverages of any kind and also we were innocent to the modern days uses of powder…
During this time a kinky love to hate kind of friendship was formed and a weird concept of have to respect due to society was formed between two individuals from two completely different trains of thought. One was running from the demons that plagued him of guilt from the family for not joining the established decade old business. The other was recovering from the stress of having being released from incarceration in central jail Karachi.

After the arrest the entire goof troupe disbanded pretty much like the Christian bands at the village when Happy became not so happy and Fehmeed found other avenues to support a parallel income as now the Lufthansa and other carriers had a choice. The friendship continued and after years of trying to work with each other the two realized that oil and water never mix. Internally both of these chaps grew and friends of the more conservative one like jeff pulver ensured that this guy would keep plugging away at it.

As time went by the other one dabbled in all kinds of employment misery that if you looked at the resume you would strongly believe that the only thing he did not do was commit murder… Planning parties to failed attempts at even owning a restaurant you name it this guy did it… finally he sat down and started understand the world of a black screen.
The other one had an old friend join him – a practically insane woman who wanted something to believe in and I guess was on the rough path to trying to understand the wisdom of her own gods. To add to the concoction the conservative chap hired a complete idiot who was honest but a complete idiot as he entertained the entire off until he broke his leg one morning pegging it home on a scooter… The American lady and the conservative florida return also engaged another chap… if you looked at him you would have sworn that Osamas genetic code was in there somewhere but never the less fun and a stabling factor this entire insane office off tipu sultan road…

If you have seen an episode of mind your language and fawlty towers then you have picture of what went on in there. You had a developer who was the Pakistani brains a totally not so confused maulana and a cheeky little git who would not let any female staff be. To add to the joys there was a freeloading land lord who always added to the confusion at the worst moments in the best of times… after a decade of mayhem and struggling the world accepted this mans work and the ministry made him legal… ok so now the government had endorsed him but I knew his backside hurt from all the rogering that time had done to him… END HERE AND FILL IN THE SPACE with the other chap

The other chap made it as COO of an international business conglomerate backed by the shaheen foundation went on to train under Doctor Mohammad Younis and conceive the ideology to destroy the hawala and hundi system with mobile banking… with Norwegian help in Bangladesh this man also developed key portals to acquire business from the west. On his wedding day he got a salaami in the form of you are fired because – a night job is not possible any more… so this chap went on to dabble in movie theatres – work with the best minds of this nation and even started an establishment that would take your little Suzuki fx and stick a rocket in the back when he was not dealing with his own internal demons.

START AGAIN – Today Rehan Allah Walla can clearly be defined as the educated Godfather of VOIP in Pakistan and is a respected name internationally. Suzanne Bowen found her nirvana in her family support and being the lifeline that rescued Rehans sanity many times. Shady – Shahid is still hobbling around a technology office but commands respect for his jail term with Rehan. Muneeb Iqbal the maulana now has a degree from an accredited university and has not left his beliefs of islam or faith in Rehan. He is a partner today… The big mouthed guy still loves them and lives in Islamabad and when bored sits and thinks of the time that Salman Ansari and The minister for IT made it possible for them to be released from civil lines thana.

We were the first call center we were better than good we were reaaaaaly bad – today we are friends and we all live by the code that technology is super – www.supertec.com
If you are in outsourcing then meet the team who lived the reality before it was an idea in your friends mind!

MY LAST SUPPER WITH LUCIFER AT THE IFTAR TABLE

The almighty bestowed upon mankind the religion known as Islam – in order that humans may understand this religion and want to embrace it he gifted us our holy Prophet (PBUH) and revealed to this divine being what we follow today – The Holy Quran. Further to this Allah the almighty added the arch angel Gabriel to guide the Prophet as his own journey was that of discovery and to teach and lead by example…

Allah tests every human and he threw another once favorite into the ballpark… Iblis / Lucifer the devil or whatever you call him. Lucifer was an angel before he became all bad and one of the seven mortal sins made him fall from grace which was vanity.

I am a critic who runs away from the endless sectarian debates about religion but last night I had dinner with the damned in the form of an ideology that almost shook my belief that my country would survive… I am sad to say that in trying to go to heaven we are knocking at the doors of hell. We are divided we are torn apart by insecurity and are being divided not by external politics rather our own skeletons that we tried to keep in a suitcase with an extra foreign passport and a clean pair of boxers…

For anything that happens we blame the west… we have gone on intellectual witch hunts to look for conspiracies of the CIA – freemason ideologies – neo nazi – you name it as long as we don’t have to bear an overcoat of guilt then were good to go… We are a nation of fools rather condemned men and women walking towards the gallows and the funny thing is that we are pushing to get ahead. I’m very sure that once six feet under even the maggots would refuse to feed of the sins we will be buried with…

What utter crap why blame the man sleeping with your wife (the west) because you found out on facebook? My friend and fellow reader if you are running from anything that is the truth of knowing and accepting the reality of the here and now. When you were conceived by your parents and opened your eyes to the world as a citizen of Pakistan your education began the day you were born. Even though at your work place people start from zero and climb up the corporate ladder of bull crap your religion and your maker give you the best seat in the movie theatre of life.

With Allah and Islam you were born into this world pure and when the Azaan was whispered in to your ears the HR department of heaven gave you an A+++++ as you had a clean slate. Now answer this if Allah never judged you then who or what gave you the right to pass on the responsibility for your actions and bitch and moan about where you are today. I’m angered by the west saying that we are all terrorists and I’m disgusted by the lies we tell to our selves… I am saddened that no one follows the true meaning of Islam and those who have the gift to read the Holy Quran decipher as they feel fit to serve a purpose to the masses.

According to the Christian faith (certain scriptures) Eve was not the first wife of Adam… Lilith was but she was not as perfect as Adam wanted her to be so the belief is that she was cursed to walk amongst mankind as a demon for all mankind… This is what is happening everyone in Pakistan is feeling hurt and rejected. The nation is confused those who have the ability to do something are intoxicated by the seven deadly sins surrounding the aid supposed to come to this nation.

I’m sad I because I was born a muslim and had a hundred points on my mark sheet the day I was born. Today I am nothing close to an F and those who mis lead me cant even give an F. I hope I will see the light (Pakistan) to realize that all religions forgive those who have lost their way…

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THE INVESTMENT OPPORTUNITIES IN DISASTER

Actually this piece started as Job opportunities in Pakistan as I was looking around to see that as our nation was in a slump what the market had to offer… Hmm… The private sector was awash with having to make up for all that it had evaded in taxes by forced donations (funny thing karma is huh!) The primary industry was wringing its laundry and looking for a clothesline… The secondary industry… well was extremely confused as everything they produced was really not essential any more… I tapped the tertiary industry which supports the other two and when I spoke to a friend who owned a very well known advertising concern I realized that even though he was extremely educated to do the job and having launched major products for international banks he was struggling to keep a smile under the hope that ALL IZ VELL…

Dismayed that there were no opportunities I started wondering that someone somewhere has to have some job be it even cleaning a toilet. As I rambled along my witch hunt I found a whole green pasture of jobs… Tada success! There is light at the end of the tunnel… so I walked down the tracks only to be run over by the freight train of anarchy. YOU cant call it corruption because an entire system supports this and again history is repeating its self as it did with the earthquake. In 2005 when the earthquake rocked us and shook our foundations we formed ERRA later on which was known as ERROR. Today the same mistakes are happening again. But only those who are in this circle of anarchy can tell…

I would like to first give you a reference of how the Nazis used to infiltrate and take over a country… Forget the Gas chambers and the concentration camps… They discovered how to control a lethal weapon – known as “human emotion” their plan was simple… they would have the most incompetent man placed at that element of government where his own stupidity would crumble that element of society and cause mass disaster internally and confusion… The minute the chaos would peak the Nazis would storm in and grab a hold of what they could…

Now look at this… There is a flood the first war cry came in the form of give us money – so all funding was stripped from those elements that sustained our culture… All foreign trips were cancelled… All leaves taken away and salaries deducted from those who could barely keep up with inflation… Pakistan invested in over 20,000 students who are under a contract to go abroad to complete their PHD’s and post graduate studies as long as they returned home to serve the country… These are our army of the future basically an educated lot that will come home and help create a better tomorrow with more educated decisions rather than over smart decisions made by those who were raised on a farm protecting serfdom. The insurance policy was a division created by the ministry of education and given the name of the Higher Education Commission. It is the HEC’s job to ensure that the funding for these Pakistani students is available so that these minds can return home and take responsibility for Pakistan. Sadly that will not be true… The funding has been stripped as education is not as important as re-directing funding to buying a whole new fleet of Volvo trucks… I dug this information of the web – thank you to the US government for posting the information.

Ok so the government’s investments over billions of dollars is getting rogered and the ministry and sadly the HEC’s chairman Javed Leghari will be humiliated as we all love to watch a good public clubbing when we wrongly accuse someone… But what to do… The real issue is that there are jobs available… your qualifications need to be…

You must have a politician relative… you must be metric pass with the ability to show the innocence of a virgin yet have the integrity of a prostitute… your dna strand has to have the characteristics of being a brilliant liar and you need to have a huge wad of cash… - if you do then guess what – you may invest in a future in becoming an disaster aid dispenser and allocator or an auditor…

I laughed so hard when I hear that the scores of applications were from people who had totally no experience or training leave alone understanding English who were from Sindh… the second highest ranking was that of those who had any relative who wanted to make an investment in Pakistan… So in short I must advise the HEC to pool whatever resources and deduct an entire one months salary of all employees… The ministry of education needs to go into the depths of hell and put on a pair of rubber gloves and find a demon they can invest in who is more corrupt than the butcher of hades so that he will guarantee that the past few years of investment does not get washed away by the chaos of this flood. The sanctity of the name Education needs to be put aside and we need to be butchers to fight for what actually might help re-build this country…

What I am writing about is social issues that will hit us if we do not look at them. We need to be proactive and not reactive and fight for a cause that is worth fighting for… if you give a man a fish you feed him for a day… now please educate this hungry man (Pakistan) so that he can feed his entire family…

If you have a voice and can write – then do so for a cause
If you are wondering how to save Pakistan then stop begging for pennies when your cuture is at stake…
If you are bored then use facebook or your messenger to send a message that without education there is no future…
If you have money to throw then give it to those who will honestly use it…
If you have a conscience then discuss education and be a part of the solution….
Or google the vendors who are handing out these jobs of dispersing aid… and keep your anarchist investors ready…

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

NEW COLLEGE COURSE - HISTORY 101

As humans we succumb to the lure of the seven deadly sins – but as Pakistanis we are blind to the clarity that is presented before us. As we further divide ourselves into our regional sects we are oblivious to the national cause and laugh at the united we stand rather adopt the divide and rule concept.

This history lesson that I propose should allow the graduate to sign on a contract that will make them acknowledge their civic responsibility and strip them of all and any rights to moan and groan about what the country did not achieve. This land was conceived as a land of opportunity and if one digs through the facebook archives of people one can really understand how not only Pakistan but Afghanistan were known to be the most happening places in the east…

We were rocking nations filled with art culture investment opportunities and a progressive outlook towards the future. Our ports were filled with trade and our people enjoyed the ability to boast that they were Pakistanis. We laughed at the world when our airline was the preferred choice for all international and domestic travels. The worlds global carriers today all have a deep rooting of our mandate which made us a success at that time. Our children were considered to be brilliant minds and our rationale was considered to be unique…

Sixty years down – Pakistan is an underdog – a beggar with its hands out to anyone and anything that would drop a few bread crumbs its way. Our people who stood proud with civic sense have lost all forms of sense and are fighting a war against their own consciences and one can define them as rebels without a clue. I can keep on digging up what you hide in your backyards but I think you get my drift.

History is best taught when you have to live it as your memory is crystal clear through experience. So in reality you have done a practical… Now back to defining what can make you graduate this course… The answer is simple elect a leader who can lead you into the next decade but before you do send your internal demons to the gallows. I don’t think you will like it but I only find one man who fits the job of having years of administration experience – managing budgets to feed his administration – international resources as well as the ability to ensure that if he stands behind the star and crescent he will never allow red white and blue or even orange to blemish it.

We need a son of the soil a man or a woman who bled for this land and a one who could not care less about what happened to him or her. A person who has the ability to give the finger to those who he feels will hurt us and the ability to say NO. Someone who is not afraid of the press has a lot of respect for the constitution yet does not sell out to the politics in the judicial system and has the ability to plan and execute an internal war against enemies of the state…

The answer is simple give Mush a ticket back to Pakistan and the respect that we gave him when we asked him to save us from the chaudharys and waderas. If you decide to do so then ensure that you give him Imran khan as a Prime Minister – Azhar Jadoon as your Interior Minister and Leghari as your defense minister. Give him the ability to make decisions and bestow your trust on him and for God’s sake if they make a decision against your liking then take a disprin and shut up.

Ensure that the press is given a mandate to report everything they can and a body is formed that will uplift the country and not strip it of its chuddies in the international press… if you can’t do this then tell your wives to take out a massive ironing board because every few months you will be ironing a new suit for a politician or a uniform. If you don’t act now you will keep going round and round the merry go round. The decisions you make will define your tomorrow and then your kids will tell you that you wrote the history being taught to them…

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

HOW DID YOU FIND ME?

There is a saying… “God invented man… Man invented technology… Technology killed God… “ I remember the time when I used to run around and play cricket or if given permission my excitement was to cycle to the market and get stuff. I remember the time when in Ramadan my friends and I used to meet up and our entertainment was two broken chairs and a cricket bat and a ball… I remember the time when the game hide and go seek meant something… Aaah those were the innocent days of freedom…

Today I am a trapped rat surrounded by chains of technology – the perfect example could be a victim of the horror movie hell raiser… I am bound by those chains which feed my vanity and even though I try I could probably sever ties with a family member but if anyone stole my mobile I would have a major coronary.

Now as I look back I remember it all started with the concept of Paktel and Instaphone. The minute democracy started its revenge upon Pakistan these bricks that defined our position in society became essential. The media helped too infernal shaheen tv network started the ball rolling and boom Indus networks started with the popular so called freedom of satellite television… As the illusion of freedom became the war cry we did not pay attention to the small caption which declared that technology was a passport to the enslavement of all Pakistanis…

Today if you want to find your husband cheating on you, get the dirt on an ex-boss who you feel has not re-payed you what he borrowed or dif into the coffins and find out how big a virgin your wife was then look no further… People today have an obnoxious disregard for integrity of the internet or cellular highways… social networking sites such as face book google applications and the very mobile connections you use can help pinpoint in which bathroom you are sitting on what street in what country… doing… let’s leave that up to your imagination. If you are insecure about getting kidnapped then stop posting your daily schedule on black berry messenger – if you don’t want the credit card people finding you then for crying out loud stop posting your latest pictures in Bangkok with the entire office at a go go bar.

The funny thing is that people want to blame technology but that is highly ridiculous. If you use technology smartly then you will not wind up a cyber freak junkie who’s only fix is to see online how many cows were milked on a virtual farm… By posting ridiculous information be it serious or humorous… you paint a profile as to your likes – dislikes – sexual preferences and religious beliefs… Unwanted friends often add to your closet attractions by unwittingly adding pictures of you a few years ago (when you were wild) with someone with something not so legal in a not so legal position doing something completely illegal thereby getting you sacked from your legal job and having an immense amount of explaining to do to your legal counsel whilst trying to make the best of a terrible situation with your legally wedded significant other…

So in short be careful of what you put out there and if you can – disconnect your personal life from your professional life and definitely from the world… People love misery more than achievement so leave those stories to be told by Holly Wood and bollywood…