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A not so proud Pakistani from Pakistan


Weird as it may sound but I am sure about one thing, every Pakistani, no matter how much they pretend to forget it, hide themselves and nationality, at the end of the day is a Pakistan and one way or the other, it shows. This happened with me today, he asked me not to name him but I thought I will share this with you all anyways. 

Me: Good Morning Sir.
Professor: Good Morning, sit down.
Me: Thank you.
Professor: So how are studies going?
Me: This semester has been really tough, finding it extremely hard.
Professor: Haha happens happens.
Me: Yes. haha.

Professor: So where are you from?
Me: Pakistan. 
Professor: Oh really? You don't really look like you are from Pakistan.
Me: Yes many people say that, pretty used to it. 
Professor: How are your assignments going?
Me: They are going alright, your lecture notes really help me.
Professor: I am glad.

Professor: So, where in Pakistan are you from?
Me: Lahore, mostly and then Islamabad.
Professor: Islamabad is a nice city.
Me: Yes it is the capital its really beautiful. Have you ever been to Pakistan?
Professor: *Smiles*

Professor: Is it still hot in Pakistan?
Me: Last time I was there It was hot, yes.
Professor: When will the other guys come? Its really late I have to leave.
Me: I just texted them they'll be here in sometime.

Professor: There was this college, Aitchison college, is it still there?
Me: Yes yes it is still there how do you know? *excitement in voice*

Professor: I did my FSC from there, you know like A levels here?
Me: Yes I know. That's really nice to know, so you were from Lahore? I mean are you from Pakistan?
Professor: No I am not from Lahore, I just studied there for college. Is it a university now?
Me: Not really.
Professor: I used to live in a village, then got a scholarship. It was the best college, I have so many memories.
Me: Pakistan is the best.
Professor: Haha.

Me: So, umm I always thought you were from Iraq, are you from Pakistan?
Professor: Haan beta, Pakistan se hoon.
Me: Oh aap Urdu b bol letay hain. *Wide big smile*
Professor: Kyun nahi, bas yahan aa k angrez bn gaey hain.
Me: Hahah yes it is true.
Professor: Urdu main baat karo mujhse.
Me: Kyun nahi sir, kyun nahi.

Professor: 1971 main FSC ki thi maiany, phir idhar aa gaya tha parhne ko uskay baad se idhar he hoon main.
Me: Kaafi time hogaya hai apko phir tow.
Professor: Ab tow kaafi develop hogaya hoga Pakistan?
Me: Kaafi change hogya hai, Pakistan bhi aur loug bhi.
Professor: Kabhi kabhi bohat yaad ata hai Pakistan.
Me: Same sir, mujhe bhi.

Professor: Beta ham se tow galti hogai ham idhar k he ho k reh gaey, tum Pakistan ko kabhi na bholna.
Me: InshaAllah sir, Pakistan nahi bholay ga, bohat khushi ho rahi hai k aap b Pakistan se hain.
Professor: I am a proud Pakistani, but Pakistan will not be proud of me.
Me: I am proud of knowing you, you are one of the best professors I have come across here.
Professor: Hahaha, my advise to you is that go back to Pakistan and serve it, you'll regret it many years later if you don't.
Me: Yes that is my plan someday soon.

Professor: I guess other guys won't come, you guys come and meet me tomorrow. 
Me: Okay sure, thanks for your time. *Turns to Leave*
Professor: Ruko.
Me: Jee.
Professor: Aaam abhi b meethay hotay hain? waisay he mazay k?
Me: Hahaha yes sir, bohat mazay k hotay hain abhi bhi.
Professor: Aur wo kya hotay thay, golgappay, wo bohat mazay k lagtay thay.
Me: Jee sab waisay he hai khanay peenay ka.
Professor: Chalo shabash jao ab, mujhe aur udaas na karo, Allah khush rakhay tumhe. 
Me: Hahah thank you so much.

Goal Line Technology in Football

Goal Line Technology

Goal-line technology is a method used to determine when the ball has slightly crossed the goal line with the assistance of electronic devices and at the same time assisting the referee in awarding a goal or not. The objective of goal-line technology (GLT) is not to replace the role of the officials, but rather to support them in their decision-making. The GLT must provide a clear indication as to whether the ball has fully crossed the line, and this information will serve to assist the referee in making his final decision.[2] In the wake of controversial calls made in the Premier League, 2010 World Cup and the Euro 2012, FIFA (previously against the technology) tested potential candidates for goal-line technology. Nine systems were initially tested, but only two remain.

On 5 July 2012, the International Football Association Board (IFAB) officially approved the use of goal line technology.

Mohsin Hamid, changing Pakistan's Image

Mohsin Hamid

Written By: Ahsen Malik

In a time when Pakistan’s image is associated with illiteracy, poverty and terrorism, one cannot thank enough for writers like Mohsin Hamid. There is no doubt that he has changed the image of Pakistan and has given it new dimensions for Western readers. All of his three books are set in Lahore and completely shock the Western reader when he learns that Pakistan too is not so different. (Even though being a third world country.)

‘Places do things to you’, he writes in an essay for New York Times. Places really influence what and how you write. And Hamid, being a Lahori cherishes this idea. Lahore is one of those busy and culturally rich cities whose branches are drenched in royal grandeur. The citizens beside the dying Ravi river are as diverse as human nature; cunning, smart, lazy, content and agitated. They are known for their non-stop talking habits too. And we see a Lahori character talking non-stop for 184 pages in his novel The Reluctant Fundamentalist. It is no doubt a fine collection to the books written about the 9/11 tragedy. Hamid doesn’t try to explain how much of a controversy it has been neither does he allows the reader to perceive anything.

He writes in a second person narrative, constantly addressing the reader, hinting how to read and manipulate the novel. His tone is spot on and you never really know that is there any real danger lurking or it’s just the masterfully controlled irony and suspense… Hamid tackles the Pakistani social issues in his other novel Moth Smoke.

He tracks the transition of feudalism based on birth to the feudalism based on wealth. He also discusses personal struggles and volition. He takes on a search to find the portrait of the young contemporary people of Pakistan and somehow puts his suggestions for the trail. The other amusing elements like drama, romance and suspense are still there making the book a complete treat. Moth Smoke won a Betty Trask Award, was a finalist for the PEN/Hemingway Award, was shortlisted for the Commonwealth Writers Prize for Best First Book, and was named a New York Times Notable Book of the Year. If you really want to see a writer in all his might with one heck of a story to tell than you should check Hamid’s third book. Written in a style of a self-help book, How to Get Filthy Rich in Rising Asia is a story about a boy who want to make immense wealth. The book sometimes reminds you of the creator of The Great Gatsby, Mr. F. Scott Fitzgerald.

It starts off parodying a business self-help book and becomes a story of powerful reverie on life in a time of soul-shaking change. We encounter the political, social and religious transition of Pakistan and the class and gender inequalities. The novel ends with one of the most powerful and moving sentence I have ever come across (and I have come across a hell lot of sentences, trust me) and it will move you too and be with you for ages to come

See, the thing is that literature is something that has been overlooked in Pakistan for a while now. But sincere efforts like the city-specific annual literature festivals and writers like Mohsin Hamid are the beacons for the Pakistani literary scene.

The Numbness

Numb Feeling

Written By: Maham Shahbaz

`When he was little he thought that people only died when they were no longer wanted or no longer loved and cared for. He was so sure that he would too. There was something about that though, mother lost in all her day job and then night job and father who would come back at night after all day at work. Friends were not friends.

Years after that he gained intelligence and maturity but that theory was still in the back of his mind, always haunting him. He had a job, he had money, he had relations and he had love but there was something missing…a big void he never seemed to fill. What was it? He could never find out.
There were days when he wouldn’t even feel, he forced emotions like anger and happiness. Inside he was all numb.  some say that it is better than hurting all over but that’s not true, you see life is misery, happiness, solitude, companionship, mixture of everything and every feeling but the feeling of content. 

The Tangled Web.

Tangled Web

I believe in superstition. I believe friendships are sacred. I believe that if you make a promise and don't fulfill it you'll be cursed. I believe resisting the bad is the biggest addiction. I believe talking about good can turn it into bad and that bad can never be good. I believe that talking behind someone's back means you're letting yourself down. I believe black is the biggest turn on. I believe the best revenge is to stay quiet. I believe talking about sad things makes you vulnerable. I believe in telling after traveling.  I believe if you hurt someone you'll get hurt in return. I believe words are seductive. I believe that everyone should be judged by the good in them not by the bad in them. I believe doing is better than not doing, saying is better than not saying and feeling is better than not feeling. I believe that dreams always come true and oh, I believe in magic.

The Man who Quit Money

Daniel Suelo

Daniel Suelo lives in a cave. Unlike the average American—wallowing in credit-card debt, clinging to a mortgage, terrified of the next downsizing at the office—he isn't worried about the economic crisis. That's because he figured out that the best way to stay solvent is to never be solvent in the first place. Nine years ago, in the autumn of 2000, Suelo decided to stop using money. He just quit it, like a bad drug habit.

His dwelling, hidden high in a canyon lined with waterfalls, is an hour by foot from the desert town of Moab, Utah, where people who know him are of two minds: He's either a latter-day prophet or an irredeemable hobo. Suelo's blog, which he maintains free at the Moab Public Library, suggests that he's both. "When I lived with money, I was always lacking," he writes. "Money represents lack. Money represents things in the past (debt) and things in the future (credit), but money never represents what is present."

The Wager

Lonely Kid

Written By: Hafsa Sheikh

When I said I wouldn't talk to you again for as I long as I lived
I gave in after a day
but you, 
you could keep it up for three months and you did
you really did
you made me realize my silence doesn't mean anything to you
because what am I but a burden to you?

What am I but a waste of space hoarding your home with my existence?
what am I but a useless extension of you?
thank you for giving me your blood, I let it out every night to get you out of my veins
I fail, of course, because i am made of you 
(not because I'm incompetent)

I'm glad sleep comes easy to you after you tell me my death would be a source of relief to you
but why wouldn't it? this is routine for us after all -
you telling me the 'truth' about myself yet embracing the lies about yourself
a good morning in our house is when you wake up late and I've already left
and a good night is when- i wouldn't know;you lock me out if I come home after 10:00
remember that night in December last year?
you locked me out in the cold and I got pneumonia?
and you told the doctor it was because i was walking on thin ice? (I was, in a way)
what a beautiful way to start a new year
what a beautiful way to raise a child

I still have scars on my wrists but that's on me, I don't blame you
but the scars on my mind, that's all on you
and I hope when you hear of my death, you forget what I was to you
(I'll obviously die before you do)
but don't worry, I won't waste my time haunting you.

Tangled in the Web of Feelings

Strange Feeling

Written By: Maham Shahbaz

Warmth such as that of a mothers embrace and security that a father’s presence brings. But do you think it’s because of the gestures? No…it’s because of the strong love we feel for them and we believe that they would do anything. They might as well do anything because they have strong love for their children.

Why? Why do we get tangled in a web of feelings? Isn’t it stupid how you cry one minute and the other everything is just fine? Well played god! Well played! You keep us busy in these feelings that seem so real. Oh but what is real? Don’t you understand that we cannot be happy forever, there is no such thing. We cannot be sad forever, it’s not possible. We cannot have any consistent feeling, not love and not hatred. These feelings they will break you and they will mend you.