A pleasure of being a scooty !

Misbah, my adorable niece. She is lovable smart kissable. She becomes my janu and at times I become her janu. She hugs me when I am sad and she wanted me to protect her from her mom when she gets mad. She wants to eat all the choclates in a day and she want her chachu to bring them back the next day. She can be only seen in peace while she is sleeping. She is my dear sweet heart at times I feel I cant live without her and at times Ufff JAAN SHOR MERI !... I love her I love her so much and she loves me too. She loves me so much that she even becomes my mom, (tu mera beta ban ja..) She is my beta when she will see me with juice and chips and she will become my niece as soon as they are finished!. She want to ride my bike and want me to sit at the back so she could take me to her school and want me to study there and she could go to my office and work. She is the most lovely creature I have ever met apart from when she wakes up. She wants me to become her scooty and her jumping bed so that she could have fun. She i my love and she is my heart and I pray God please ! give her back her brains...

A visit to Sultan Mahomed Shah School, Karimabad

Education is the movement from darkness to light.  ~Allan Bloom

Enthusiastic, Energetic and Excited are the three Es I found in today's generation. I entered the school with ideas in my mind and with the thoughts that how I will be coping with today’s task and how I will have to train the students for a short TV interview with a TV Channel.  I was told to reach by 10, but I reached there by quarter to ten so that I get enough time to brainstorm the children about the activity. 

I entered the reception area and was greeted meekly by a young gentleman standing there. I told him my reason of coming and wanted to see the school principal, which was conveyed to the principal's office in a very short time. I was told to wait in the reception area as she was busy in a meeting and will be called shortly. While sitting there I observed my surroundings and everything that I could see and observe. The area was quite, calm and attractive. I could nt find any reason for not studying there as the place was so education friendly.  The soft board was filled with pictures of medals and awards that were claimed by the students of the school.

After 5 minutes I was called in by the principal and his secretary/admin guy Imran came to escort me to the office. I was greeted with a positive energy and he was kind. There she was in her room sitting checking some papers. After short introduction, I explained her about the situation and she understood it quite well. She then briefed about some facts and workings of the school structure and the role of Mr. Imran, who in her words is the Jack of all trades for her school. Soon, we were served with drinks and water. 

After a while the students were called in all girls medium and short heighted, sweet and cute belonging to different classes. I requested for some boys as well, who also joined us shortly. They all looked confident to me and their faces were telling me I don’t have to work much on them.  I explained them about the reason of my presence and what was about to happen shortly. Basically, it was a short speech for a TV channel which will be aired tomorrow in celebration of International Children's Day. I was worried in my mind how the students are going to deliver their speech. I gave them five minutes for preparation. And soon I received a call from the TV guy that they have reached to the venue. I received them and told them to prepare their equipments as we were about to start. 

I returned to the principal's office where the children were ready for their say. I took a short test of all the students so I could scrutinize their ability and their weaknesses.  But I was astonished to hear all of them brilliantly in English plus they were so confident. I imagined at their age, I could nt even say anything in front of my parents. And they were mashallah very splendid. I heard them one by one and was very happy to see that our next generation is so sharp. I wished in my heart that I would have been so lucky to learn and study in this school. They were all full of ideas and they could just outclass you.

For a moment, I felt like I should restart my school and take admission in this school and restore my personality. They told me about their activities which were fantastic and so encouraging. I just wished if I had been given the kind of exposure at their standard I must have been a completely different person. Even though, I am not that bad :)

Well, the kids did great job and gave good messages on the eve of Children's Day and we winded up as quickly as we could. We also did some shots in computer lab where I saw small children working on computers and typing like they have been professionals. 

In all, the environment, kids, staff and most of all the motive of the day was very very nice and I shall pray that parents should plan better education for their kids. Education that make them confident that groom their personality and that have the power to change the future. They are our future, the future of Pakistan and if they are not given the kind of exposure and environment then I must say the future of Pakistan will get bleak.

Thank you Allah, for granting me such a wonderful day with such wonderful kids. I wish them all the best for their future and for their goals that they want to achieve in their lives. Amen.

When your friends turn their back on you .... (Meoww .. I miss you!)

 

""For all the days that i spent without you thinking all the moments and 

mischiefs we do together we tease each other making fun too now you are not here 

not a day passed that i dont see you there all I have now is to just wait in pain .. 

to see that moment when we are together again."" Written by myself

This post is related to my friend who has always been there for me who have rejoiced my good and shared my bad or perhaps decreasing them to a greater extent. A friend whom I had trust with my close eyes and whenever I got upset I would knew that my friend would be there for me. My friend always taught me one thing, be confident, be positive and be brave. Never let fear or worry let you down, you have to overcome them, have the strength to fight them and laugh those moments away. I and my friend had a great time together.

I know you are very busy with your life with your study but there should be a little time for me as well. I know there are many people who need you but you should understand I need you too. I know you got occupied with lots of things but I want you to know that I need your time too. 

Don’t just pull the plug now; we have done so hard to reach where we are today. Don’t just turn your back on me now I need you and I need you badly. In my heart, I‘d always thought and posit that you are always with me. Your friendly prowess had my relentless believe on you and your friendship that now I cannot bear your absence.  

I’ve got addicted to you and I’d know that you are always there for me. I know you have your new life you have new friends, new reasons but you should know that old friends are like gold and new friends are like diamonds and you always require gold to hold your diamond. I’ve spent so much of my time with you and so much of myself with you that I can’t live with it, with the feeling that now you are not there. You are not with me. I was always there when ever you needed me and you know how badly you needed me when you were completely broken, shattered. And I want you to remember that I made myself a cretin to make you laugh and those times when you would do anything just to hear my voice. You would travel to your grandmother house far from your home just to give me a call!! You would carry yourself away in emotions when we’d talk and delve in emotions. 

Just that when I was ensconcing in you moved away. We used to sheaf one another together with faith that we ll stay together forever all our lives. But now that when I needed you the most you just disappeared away to nowhere leaving me behind like the ashes of a cigarette. 

I want you to know that I miss you … I miss you a lot … I don’t know whether you will ever read this post or not but I know you are there somewhere thinking about me. I hope that someday we will be together again..

Alas ! .Kochi found out from Pakistan ....

It was a shocking news to hear that Osama got killed  few days bac, but even more shocking for me was that he was found from Pakistan.  Apparently, I was concern about the latter. Osama being found out in Pakistan leaves a big question mark for all of the Pakistanis who are already known as "terrorists". I was sad and vexed.

Lately, recovering from other damanges and the on going political turmoil there it was another bullet ridding through the chest of Pakistan. USA droned Pakistan with the news of Osama's assasination! And to my surprise we the Pakistani government did'nt even knew. They came, initiated their operation, killed Osama and took away. And, we didnt even knew about it? Is'nt it funny? The news said the radars of Pakistan could not detect their helicopters which were sent to Pakistan for the operation? Wow ! then they should pack their bags and go home ! that means every one can come to Pakistan do what they want to and go away without even blowing a dust in the air. What if the america have not announced it internationally? in that case, we would have never known! This incident is the speaking evidence of our negligible, ignorant and good for nothing forces plus shown our weaknesses where we are lacking behind. 

The aftermath of this incident will tremble the roots of Pakistan as well as the security concerns will certainly be everybody's priority living in Abottabad, Punjab, Gilgit - Baltistan and Pakistan. Killing one Osama will reborn thousands of Osamas and its not hidden that the network of Al-Qaeda is now working almost in every country. They have their network working, sponsored and educated working smartly in almost every country we know. You never know that your neighbour is the most wanted guy on earth. I hope and pray that God have mercy on all of us and specially on Pakistan!

Mushkil encyclopedia

“Tumhari Mushkil Encyclopedia”…. Butterfly

It is hard to describe my feelings after hearing your stunning questions. I become speechless and wordless like what i have ever learned rub away in a single mint. I want to reply them but I don’t understand how to? I am ready but not yet ready, I can trust you yet I cannot. It is difficult for me at times to face you to face your heavy breathing, to face you while you are at your best. It is difficult for me to overcome my fears to overcome those boundaries that I had perpetrate for myself. At times you make me do things I have never thought of and sometimes you just touch my heart. It’s been a few days since I know you but whenever I am with you it feels like that we were born together and have spent our lives together since a long time. Facing you is the most difficult thing to do. Especially when you ask me those questions that made me dumb most of the times. It makes me forget my knowledge I have ever known, it makes me absent yet present. I am never prepared and I can never expect you. I can never expect or judge you hence I cant deny you. I never know about you, I cannot assume you, I cannot pretend you. What I keep thinking is that what is next? All I know is that I am going to go blank over your questions from your “muskil encyclopedia” 

sawari of a ghora gari - shahi sawari .

After a long time I had a chance to sit in the horse carriage as my nephew insisted he wanted a ride of it. Ghora Gari, the traditional name known mostly by the local skin. Demand of Ghora Gari has fallen now because of rising culture of CNG tuk tuk. People prefer to use them instead of ghora gari. 

It reminded me of my school days and the days when we used to be innocent. Innocent so that I do not know any tactful wold breeding outside my own world, my innocent world. I use to live in my fantasy world that was filled with fun and fairies. I had two major hobbies to do going school and tuition. Me and my brother and sister used to go in horse cart to study in tuition. We use to hang along the corners of the cart while going to tuition and I use to jump around. The person who used to drive the carriage was very simple and very good man. Though he had five teeth which he use for shouting and calling our names. Those persons usually called "Mama" were responsible to take care of the horses and look after the cart as well. I dont remember the name of my mama but he always used to say Rizwan, You are a good boy. He was hardly literate or could read or write anything. However I dont know from where he learned that sentence. But he used to say that sentence whenever he used to pick us up and drop to tuition. I still remember his whipping. He used to whip the horse very often, poor horse. He also taught me how to drive horse cart and I still remember it. They used to tie a thick leather rope with the nose and mouth of the horse which they use as steering. If you want the horse to move right then you must pull the right rope and if left and left rope and if you want to apply break or want the horse to stop then you have to pull both of them together. 

Sometimes I made the little animal mad then he used to kick us from his legs but the height and the wooden shield used to save us from his legs. 

It was fun in those days and now that we are grown up it seems that our lives are similar to those horse tied to the carts. Sometime we get whipped by the agonies of the people but still we need to stand firm and if we had fed ourselves with mazes and grass (with good deeds and prayers) then we will be able to stand firm against the whippings. Every experience in our lives teaches us a lesson and does this memory holds a special place in my mind....

My morning laziness.....

Ah, it’s just 6:00am in the morning, how come I am up so early? Two hours more to get ready for office let me sleep again. Close my eyes on my way on clouds and lost in the world of dreams once again.

buzzzzzzz buzzzzzz, damn mobile, buzzing again.. I feel like smashing it on ground and break it in two pieces..hain? no no then I feel bad about it and say to myself 17000 ka phatka no ways, my cutie pie my sweet heart kiss it and then again put it back to its place right under my pillow. You know, now days it is not easy to buy such an expensive mobile again and again. sit on cloud kick the paddle and start my cloud bicycle.. brrrrrmmmmm brrrmmmmmm speed away in dreams once again..

While making all out of my morning sleep I sometime feels that time is running so fast in the morning that I don't get any chance to get a good sleep. Suddenly, a voice trembles into my ears. Rizwan Beta! Uth jao ab (wake up now), aath baj gaye hain (its 8oclock now) wake up… there in a deep shock I feels like someone has just given me a 1000 volts of current I jumped out of my bed watching my clock. UGH!!! Only 7 am papa let me sleep more I will get up at 7:30 for sure. (my dad knows how to tease me).. There I am floating myself again in bed like someone has plugged out my batteries ..

8:00 am

AAAAAAAAAAAA 8 baj gaye (its 8 oclock) oh dear I couldn’t get up I am going to be late for office now. I start to rush for things like someone just plugged in new batteries, and I tend to do so many things at the same time. I have to leave at 8:20 to reach my office by 9 otherwise I will be counted late and three late means one off which is not affordable at times. You know my office has taught me to work on tight deadlines nah… 

Well this was my morning laziness, every night when I go to bed I tell myself to wake up early and read my prayers and do some exercise and jog a bit and promise to my parents yes I will do that next morning pakka jee pakka (confirm, I will do it) and every morning my laziness takes command over my head and I don’t know what just happens to me….