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Saturday, August 30, 2014

My Favorite Memory of Edward Ranzen

Memories

Written By: Fatima Haroon

‘On March 14, 1999, around 8:00 a.m., I awoke to the soothing sight of snowfall, some of it falling and then accumulating on my external window pane,’ wrote the lady in black.  She sighed out of grief and then continued with her piece of writing.  ‘I decided to sneak out for a bit before I had to attend to my wedding preparations.  After all, a little snow flake or two is not going to hurt a bride on her big day.  So, I quickly put my slippers on and ran towards the door.  I was about to turn the door knob when my mother came out of the kitchen and asked me where I was running off to at 8:00 a.m. in the morning.  “It’s snowing, mother and you know how much I love snow, especially bright and early in the morning.”  My mother chuckled and asked me to check the window in the living room and in the kitchen.  Looking through those windows, I was stunned to see that it was not snowing at all.  “I think I am losing my mind with the whole wedding preparations, I guess.”  My mother laughed and asked me to go outside and check my room’s window from outside.  It was when I was standing outside my bedroom’s window and looked up on the roof that I could see Edward, pouring that beautiful snow out of a portable snow machine. “What a wonderful pre-wedding surprise from the best fiancĂ©e ever,” I said to myself, giving a toothy smile to him.  This is my favorite memory of Edward Ranzen.  He will always be remembered and loved.  We miss you Edward, and we love you,’ concluded the sobbing widow, as she finished writing the funeral speech for her husband.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Beneath Rocking Waves

Rock waves
 
Written By: Zoha Aziz

Amma. A word that melts in your mouth. Ever imagined, how it feels while leaving your mother for the rest of her life? Her life, I repeat.

I met that long haired fairy in our aura-land. My wings were badly wounded. My legs were bleeding. Tears were streaming out of my eyes. She took me to her nest, dressed and bandaged my wounds. She sang me lullabies. I was in her lap for many days. my wounds were now getting recovered. The bond between our hearts was getting stronger like a wall of concrete. She preached me how to deal with the world, how to take care of myself. "Bah! This world is no good place for you, my little world."

She once told me about the wars in our mind.

"There's so much torment in this world. Sometimes things arrive with the speed of a whirlwind. You start feeling like someone has slapped you so hard that your brain has left it's actual position. You and your mind start playing games. For example, You can't help crying although you hate crying.

Saturday, August 16, 2014

The Story of Rigging

Azadi March PTI

Note: I just have 20 minutes free so will try and write it as fast and short as possible hope it helps you guys open your eyes.

I still remember that day, because it was the worst day of my life. I never wanted to talk about it openly but here is the time, I guess the perfect time to talk about it.

Election day! How much I was excited only I and the people who were around me know that.

I had campaigned for PTI for months, being a PTI TR. Going door to door, convincing people to vote, on social networks convincing people, arguing with people on the streets among family and friends, writing blog posts, even forcing people to come and vote from countries like USA, Norway, Korea, China, I absolutely tried my best for it.

Anyways, let's come to the real story. My vote was registered at my Village which is almost 2 hours away from my city. PTI's candidate from that constituency was Jahangir Tareen you people may well know about him very well.

We reached our village in the morning, my uncle* (not telling the exact relation, sorry) who was the Numberdaar* (leader, chaudhry or wadera whatever you wanna call it) was supporting PMLN so he asked us all to vote for PMLN.

My dad said that my children have come here to vote for PTI they even convinced me to stop supporting PMLN so we all will vote for PTI. My uncle argued a lot, even said okay you can vote for PTI for the National Assembly seat but you all should vote for PMLN for the provincial assembly. The debate kept on going for an hour my dad agreed with him, but I told my dad that no matter WHAT seat you have to vote for PTI.

My other cousins and uncles and aunts came to our village, they all were PMLN supporters but everyone was like okay Raafay we are voting for PTI just because of your convincing, they better not disappoint us.

We went to vote then, my uncle was sitting with the officers there. They told me he was allowed to sit there, I kept quiet.

I talked to some people there they all said we wanna vote for Imran Khan but we are scared.

There were camps of different parties outside the polling station and I swear ALL of the people present there were at the PTI camp.

Anyways we voted for PTI, there was no restriction on anyone, according to the ECP rules only one person was allowed to enter the voting booth but there were several people at a time, I saw one person having 7 papers he so proudly showed everyone he was voting 7 votes for PMLN and that if anyone has the courage to stop him he can. (I made the video of him saying and doing everything). And my uncle, the RO, the policemen, the people they were all looking at him and laughing doing nothing.

I was so shocked. I called PTI TR headquarters and told them what was happening here. They asked me to come back to them with the video to Multan. I went back home with the video, my next duty was to take women and children and people who could not travel themselves to the polling stations and help and guide them to vote.

We had to do it on our own cars, I kept on taking people from one polling station to others, from their homes to other the camps and from camps to polling stations took me almost 3 hours in all this.

I rushed back to my village now it was almost 5:30 pm when I reached the polling station there, remember the polling was extended by ONE hour, for reasons only known to angels.

And my word what do I see!

Almost 7 people (Including my uncle) with sticks and guns in their hands , had the ballet box open and they were checking the votes of, one person was voting non stop for placing stamps on them. 

There were votes papers tore into pieces here and there on the floor ALL of them were PTI votes. I went there and started literally shouting at them, what are you doing, I am gonna report you this and that.

There were people standing outside to vote but they were told to go back home and that their votes will be counted they don't need to worry.

The RO who were supposed to be responsible for voting were sitting having food and tea without any concerns, I went to them and said the same things, they told me they had ORDERS from above not to do anything and it will be better for me if I leave.

I took their pics, tried making the videos. Suddenly two people came towards me and tried to snatch away my phone, I tried running away and they started beating me with sticks, kicks.

My uncle said let him go, so they let me go.

I called the PTI center again, told them everything they said they have submitted the video already and that they had almost around 23 videos and several hundred pics of rigging.

I came back home. Submitted all the evidence, so dis-hearted.

Switched on the TV! Around 9 PM what do I see, Nawaz Sharif giving his victory speech :O

The total seats counted (non official results) at that time were 33. JUST 33 out of a total of 364 or some seats. Among wihch PTI had 7 and PMLN had won 13 at that time.

SO SHOCKED I COULD NOT BELIEVE MY EYES.

WHAT THE HELL WAS HAPPENING I ASKED MY DAD.
He told me, beta this is Pakistan, anything can happen here.

Later the seat where I had voted. All the TV channels including GEO. ARY and AAJ these were the ones I can remember accurately showing Jahangir Tareen WINNING the seat by a lead of 78000-28000 votes. They all were like lets stop discussing about this seat and move on to the other ones, as this is done and decided.

I STATED SMILING FINALLY. AT LEAST PTI IS WINNING FROM WHERE I VOTED. (Imran Khan was winning his seat from Lahore at the same time as well which he lost in the morning only god knows how.)

I slept a little happy, felt consolidated.

I woke up the next day and read the news... PMLN wins the seat by a margin of 88000 to 78000 votes.

I FELT THE SAME ALL OVER AGAIN. SO SHOCKED. WHAT THE HELL DID JUST HAPPEN? DID ANGELS COME AND VOTED FOR PMLN?

Like PMLN got 60000 votes and PTI didn't even get a single vote more? Can you believe this.

I could not even talk for two days after that, I almost was kidnapped (thankfully survived) because I gave evidences against my own uncle.

Jahangir Tareen is still seeking justice for his seat, has spent almost 2,000,000 rupees in all the procedure (WHICH WAS TO BE COMPLETED IN 90 DAYS according to the constitution) It has been 14 months now, 14 MONTHS.

So now tell me! Where is PTI wrong in asking for RECOUNTING AND JUSTICE?

It amazes me! Like PTI asks for justice, free and fair elections, reforms! And people reply back what have you done in KPK? I mean this is something worth laughing and crying at the same time!

The point is A GOVERNMENT CAME INTO BEING BY COMPROMISING VOTES. BY UNFAIR MEANS. BY CHEATING and you ask what has PTI done in one year? I mean how does PTI not doing or doing anything makes the rigging, cheating justifiable?

I don't care what anyone says! I saw rigging, I suffered, I was hurt and disappointed, I tried my best to change Pakistan, I voted for change!

I DON'T CARE ABOUT NAWAZ SHARIF OR EVEN IMRAN KHAN.

Okay we can argue on what party has done what in one year, okay you can call the most partiotic Pakistani an Isreali ageint. Okay you can hate someone and like some party it is your choice, but you CANNOT justify the wrong that happened. I saw it with my own eyes, I didn't just sit there and tweet or watched TV that day, I tried my best!

Don't you dare tell me I don't have the right to seek justice.

I DON'T ASK FOR ANYTHING ELSE.

I WANT JUSTICE. IT IS MY RIGHT! I saw my dream shattered.

I want justice! FOR MY VOTE. FOR ALL THE VOTES WHICH WERE COMPROMISED IN FRONT OF MY OWN EYES.

Jbtw, all the evidence I and other submitted was given as a proof to Election Commission of Pakistan and included in the White Paper that PTI published last year.

But NOTHING has happened uptill now. NOTHING.

May God bless us and help us think and see things clearly and put some common sense in our sleepy brains. Ameen.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

A Little Bit of Pakistan Away From Pakistan.

Pakistan Independence Day

Note: This article was written for Express Tribune Pakistan.

Distances don’t matter if there is true love involved, I strongly believe in this. I may not live in Pakistan anymore but that doesn’t mean I don’t love it or have forgotten my country.

I have been wanting to write about my country for a while now. At first, I was confused about what to write on. I wasn’t sure if it should be a motivational piece quoting oft-mentioned things about Pakistan, or a letter to Pakistanis discussing their woes or a bunch of stories of people who had left India for Pakistan. What makes the perfect write-up for Pakistan?

After putting a lot of thought into it, I knew what I wanted to share.

The reason I am writing this article is to tell people how much Pakistan means to people who live outside this beautiful country. Pakistan is my first love; it is my country and I get filled with pride whenever I realise how fortunate I am to be born a Pakistani. You don’t have to be in Pakistan to love it or do something for it; it is still your home, no matter where you are. And I am proud of it.

During a week-long event, organised by the biggest summer camping school in Jacksonville, USA, they wanted to raise awareness about foreign countries. So there was an open invitation for people who belonged to other countries or wanted to represent other countries, to share their experiences and stories.

Participation in this, however, required one to follow certain steps. First, everyone had to write an essay about their country and the selected top five would then have to speak about it in front of other students. This was followed by a question and answer session. Whoever won the competition had to give a comprehensive presentation about his/her country.

There were people from around 25 countries who participated in this event. On the insistence of my friends, I decided to participate in it as well, though I was a little hesitant. I had never before participated in any such speech competition – I was really nervous.

The article I wrote about Pakistan focused on three things:

1) The people of Pakistan are not terrorists; they are actually quite friendly and welcoming.

2) List of beautiful places in Pakistan people should visit.

3) Famous Pakistani personalities unknown to the world.

The judges found it interesting (miraculously) and my article was selected in the top five, along with those written about Egypt, Italy, Thailand and Ghana.



Next, I had to talk about Pakistan. Most of the other participants barely spoke for 10 minutes and then left, but to my surprise, I found myself unable to stop. My speech went on for about 20 minutes. While speaking, I felt like there was so much I had to say, so many misconceptions I had to clear and so many ways I could honour my country.

In the question and answer sessions that followed, there were many questions asked of me. The whole session took about 30 minutes. Everyone was so curious about Pakistan. Here are a few of the questions asked,

“Do people kill in Pakistan for fun?”

“Why are your people terrorists?”

“How do you people sleep?”

“Tell us some more places in Pakistan to visit?”

“Do you feel proud or ashamed of being a Pakistani?”

It was an exhausting session, clearly reflective of how many people had no idea how Pakistan actually is. I stepped off the stage, sweaty and at loss of words and just sat there, mulling over what just happened.

The decision came after a while, and well, I won.

It was such a special feeling.

Everyone clapped as the presenter asked me to come back onto the stage. She was telling everyone that there are so many positive aspects of Pakistan that aren’t made apparent and so many misconceptions that were cleared through my effort.

“Would you like to say something at the end?” she asked.

“Yes; just one thing, if you all would like to join me in it. I will say Pakistan, and all of you have to reply with ‘Zindabad’” I said.

“Sorry? Zinday what?” she asked.

After four or five tries, they were able to say the word ‘Zinda-bad’, and then, the magic happened.

“Pakistan!” I shouted.

“Zinda-bad!” they shouted back.

“Pakistan!” I repeated, loudly.

“Zinnddaa-bad!” they replied, with the same vigour.

“Pakistan!” I shouted, even louder than before.

“Zinnddaaa-baaad!” they shouted back.

In my presentation on Pakistan, that took place a week later, I wanted to further enlighten people about Pakistan and its culture. I searched and searched for pictures of Pakistan, asked my friends to share their pictures or a Pakistani flag, if they had any. I also tried to find out about other scenic or historic locations in the country.

There were about 2000 students, parents and guests in the hall on the day of the presentation. This time around, I wasn’t nervous; in fact, I was actually really excited after the encouraging response I had received earlier.

I showed them pictures, told them anecdotes about Pakistan, its poetry, music, sports, locals, places and history; everything and anything that came to my mind. They literally didn’t stop clapping throughout. At the end of the presentation, I asked everyone to stand up for the national anthem of Pakistan, which was played in the voice of Jawad Ahmad.

Here are some of the lyrics that were playing in the hall:

Pak sar zameen ka nizaam

Quwwat-e-akhuwat-e-awaam

Quam, mulk, saltanat

Paindah tabindah bad

Shaadbad manzil-e-muraad

(The order of this sacred land,

The might of the brotherhood of the people

May the nation, the country, and the state,

Shine in glory everlasting!

Blessed be the goal of our ambition.)

Looking at everyone standing in respect for my country’s national anthem, I felt this, talking about it and clearing misconceptions, was the least I could do to celebrate my national identity. And, it made me feel immensely proud. I didn’t even realise I had tears flowing down my eyes, till the presenter asked me if I was alright. I thought to myself:

“It is just a Pakistani thing.”

Friday, August 8, 2014

Free Al Jazeera Staff



Written By: Fatima Arshad

A case that has taken over the international media’s headlines is not that of the situation in Iraq nor of what crimes Israel is committing in Palestine in search of its national but that of the sentences handed down to the Al Jazeera staff.

There is no doubt that the sentences came as a shock to everyone. The three journalists – Peter Greste, Mohamed Fahmy and Baher Mohamed – were detained by Egyptian authorities after a raid on their hotel in Cairo.

Fahmy and Greste were each given prison sentences of seven years, whereas Baher got an additional three years for possession of “ammunition”.

It is amusing to note that the evidence provided to support the decision were this – a news report made while none of them were in Egypt, a BBC podcast, recordings on non-Egyptian issues and a pop video by singer Gotye. Neither of these, agreeably, are evidence enough nor evidence logical enough to be called evidence that are worthy of supporting such a decision.

All three journalists were completely neutral in their presentation of the image and happenings of Egypt, and thus labelling them as aiders of a “terrorist organization” (reference being made to the Muslim Brotherhood) is not, by any means, justifiable. Also the allegation that Baher Mohamed was in possession of ammunition is a corruption of the truth, as what was named “ammunition” was in actuality a spent bullet casing he had found on the ground during a protest.

Al Anstey, Al Jazeera English managing director rightly said that the verdicts defied “logic, sense and any semblance of justice”.

The Egyptian President Abdel Fattah el-Sisi said that he will not interfere with judicial verdicts, following international protest over the unjust decision made by the Egyptian judiciary. Sisi also said that the world needs to understand and recognize the Egyptian judiciary as an independent body and thus interference by anyone would not be acceptable to him nor the judiciary.

The response by the media world over has been extremely supportive and moving.

Also worth mentioning is the reaction of diplomats around the world. John Kerry called the sentences “chilling and draconian”. The British Foreign Minister, William Hague said that he was “appalled”.

These actions by the Egyptian authorities are playing their part in tarnishing Egypt’s already ruined image. As a country with bright future prospects if injustice is eradicated and democracy welcomed, Egypt needs to start work on improving what it’s known for.

People all over the world are hopeful of good news coming from the Egyptian court, but until that happens (as it is high unlikely), let’s pray karma intervenes.

May those called ‘criminals’ for bringing awareness to their people and doing their job, have fate on their side.
For now... #FreeAJStaff

Thursday, August 7, 2014

The Story of Geoffrey D Langlands

G D Langlands

This is the life story of Major Geoffrey D Langlands in his own words. I am posting this with so much pride and excitement as I have waited for this day for so long. Ever since I got to know about Geoffrey D Langlands he has inspired me, someone who has spent all his life for Pakistan in Pakistan even when he belonged to a foreign land and now calls himself a Pakistani. You must know the feel when people who inspire you actually talk to you, you can get to know them and tell people about them, it is like a dream come true for me. He is a true Pakistani hero someone we all should be proud of and I want to thank him for everything he has done for Pakistan, hope you live a long, happy and healthy life. - Raafay Awan

Early Life

I was born in Yorkshire (United Kingdom), on October 21, 1917 and was ten minutes younger than my identical twin brother. In 23rd October, 1918 after a period of one year my sister Audrey was born. My father was an employee in an Anglo American company in England. When I was only one year old, my father died due to worldwide Influenza Epidemic which killed about a hundred million people in 1918. After the death of my father, my mother took her family back to her parents in Bristol. There, in Bristol, my grandfather took the responsibilities of me and my family.

My grandfather, who was already retired, took up a new part time job in order to maintain the family requirements. The money which my grandfather earned was not sufficient so, my mother also went to another town for a job so that she could be able to fulfill their requirements. It was in 1930, life became more difficult for us when my mother working for 6 years with cancer, passed away.

At the age of 12, I lost my parents. I remember those days, When my father died I was one year of age so I did not feel, but when I lost my mother I became very upset and I can’t forget those worst days of my life. As I belong to a lower class family so it was a very tough time of my life without my parents as I loved my mother too much. I was little worried about my future after the death of my mother because no one had the energies to support me; as my grandfather was very old yet doing some job. After the death of my mother, the grandfather took full charge of children. But life created more difficulties for me. My grandfather who was the only support of my family, died on 25 December, 1932, leaving behind me and brother and sister to orphan grandchild. My grandfather very loved person and he never gave me the impression that I am orphan, He, at that age, was doing job. I can not forget his sincerity of love. After the death of my grandfather I aged grandmother took the responsibilities to look after me. She continued to provide home for us, but she was unable to do anything about our future.


Geoffery D Langlands
I don’t want to be a supermodel, I want to be a role model.
From the beginning of my life, I faced lot of difficulties. For an orphan it was too difficult to achieve a respectable position in life, but I had the courage to face all hardships. My childhood passed in deep sorrow and multifarious difficulties. However, I did not lose my courage and continued my educational carrier with unflinching struggle. I remember some of the interesting moment of my childhood.

On some occasions, I wished to buy those things which a child of my age wanted but due to lack of money those were not in my reach. I was aware of my family’s financial position, therefore, I never insist to buy those things. In those days it was hard to survive as I had little food to eat. However, my grandfather gave me undaunted support in those difficult circumstances.
  
School Life.

I started my educational carrier in 1923, at the age of six years. I had a dream to go to a good school, but due to my weak financial position, it was impossible to realize it. Nevertheless My dream proved to be true when some of my mother’s friends collected money and sent me to a good Upper Class School. I started my educational carrier at that school.

I was an intelligent boy and did not miss the opportunity which was being provided to me. I worked hard and became one of the best students in my class. That school really set me up for life to become a respectable person. I never missed any opportunity whenever I got a chance to show my abilities. The most favorite subject I think was mathematics, therefore, I focused on mathematics in my professional life. I loved my teachers, I showed respect to them and established friendly relations with them. I believe teachers are the architects of society. I always obeyed them whatever they ordered. I had friendly relations with my class fellows and helped them whenever they needed.


G D Langlands in Chitral

After returning from school I always revised my lesson and regularly completed my home work. Then I used to help my family in their routine work. I did not play games with my friends, brother and sister but I helped them in their school work.

I was happy with my life now because life had given him a chance to do something not only for myself and family but for humanity at large. I always remembers my mother efforts due to which I got admission in a good higher class school. I attributes all my educational achievements to my mother. At school I was not naughty as compared to other children. I always focused on my studies. I knew that life had provided me a golden opportunity to show my talent. In those days it was just a dream to receive education especially from a good high standard school.

I always gave respects to elders, obeyed them and helped them whenever they needed. I followed tough routine in every work and strictly followed my time table before embarking on any work. I always believed that time is precious and those who gave respect to time succeed in life. During my school life I attended my classes regularly and with great interest and that is why I became a successful person.

In 1936, I completed my school studies and got high school certificate (12 classes). This was the time when I had to decide about my future, because I could not afford to go for higher education.

Work and Career.
My financial position did not allow me to continue my education further, I had to earn money for my family in order to make both ends meet. In 1936, I started teaching at a private school in Croylon near London at a meager salary of £ 5 a month. I had to conduct one hour journey to London to reach my job place. Later on I got admission in B.Sc programme at Brikbeck College, London University. Due to my job, I opted for evening classes, where in 4 lectures a week were delivered. In that private school, I taught mathematics which was his favorite subject from my school life. I loved teaching profession and I took pains in training my students. I was able to establish friendly relations with students which in due course of time benefited the younger generation. I learned a lot from teachings which helped me to build my future. Besides supporting my family financially, I but also completed his B.Sc. degree from the college of Brikbeck.


G D Langlands in Chitral

The outbreak of Second World War was another mile stone in my career. On September 1, 1939 German troops swarmed across the Polish Border and unleashed the first Blitzkrieg the world had seen. Hitler had been planning his attack since March – ever since German troops occupied the remainder of Czechoslovakia. Britain and France had sworn to defend Poland. Honoring these obligations, the two countries sent ultimatums to Hitler demanding his withdrawal from Poland. Hitler declined to respond.The declaration of war on Germany on 3, September 1939 was announced by Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain. World War II had begun.

On the same day I joined the British Army as an ordinary recruit. He went to war under Lord Lovat’s command and then joined the British Army commando unit, I spent three and half years as commando sergeant. I was a section sergeant in C Troop 4 Cdo at the time of the Dieppe Raid and my section officer was Lt David Style, who was awarded the MC for his part in the action. Before taking part in the Dieppe Raid, I had qualified as a climbing instructor. I put my expertise to good use Whilst C Troop was based in the village of Bethesda, Snowdonia. So I took part in the Second World War from which I seeks a lot as I faced difficulties from my early childhood. The experience at minor age enabled me to face problems with courage.

For a school teacher to join an army was totally a different life. It was harder than normal life but I enjoyed it and faced it with courage. After spending three and half years as commando sergeant, I joined officer training course.it was a bloody war and I faced a lot of problems during that war, where my friends were dying in front of me and I could not do anything for them. There came a time where I had to live without food and water for several days. I can’t believe even now that I am among those who survived. Once I and my friends were defending an area near Bethesda, when there came a sudden attack from the enemy side. Most of my friends were killed but I narrowly escaped. I was very sad at that time which I can’t explain in words. It is very difficult to kill someone but at that time there was no other option to survive. From that participation in war, I learned as how to survive and how to face difficulties when one is in trouble.

Arrival at the Subcontinent

In 1943, I got commission in British Army and was posted to India, In January, 1944, I arrived at India via sea route. I was put under the command of Lord Lavot’s Four Commando Regiment. I continued my services in the British Indian Army for almost three years. That was the time that struggle for independence was at its last stages, and on 14 August, 1947 subcontinent was divided into two independent states Pakistan and India. Somehow I fell in a sort of charm with this land and stayed back after independence.

Arrival in Pakistan (Services in Pakistan Army (1947 to 53)

I was one of the few British Army men who chose to stay in Pakistan after the partition of sub-continent. I came to Pakistan as a result of an agreement reached with the British officers. Under that agreement, the British officers were asked to stay on for one year to assist development of new army and they were given the rights to join Indian or Pakistani army. I opted to join Pakistan army.


G D Langlands with Muhammad Ali Jinnah
I have won many awards & I am very happy about this one that I received from Jinnah. Unfortunately picture is not clear.
In Pakistan Army, I was given the task of imparting training to the new national armed forces of Pakistan. It was a difficult task to train an army from the scratches but by my abilities I overcame those difficulties. My special task was to train those new officers who got commission in the Pakistan Army.30 He directly observed all the difficulties which Pakistan was confronted with. I was committed to my duty as a result of which I won over confidence of my high ups.

After completing my first tenure of one year, the Army Chief of Staff extended contract for another term of five years. During my job as trainer, I produced outstanding officers who served Pakistan in various capacities. When my job in army was coming to end, the Chief of staff of Pakistan Army General Ayub Khan, sent for me not to go back to England.

In 1954 I was appointed as a professor at the Aitchison College Lahore where I served for 25 years from 1954 to 1979 Aitchison College, Lahore, is one of the most prestigious educational institutions of its kind in South Asia. The original name of this college was Chiefs’ College, It was established by British Indian Government in 1864. Later on it was renamed as Aitchison College in recognition of services of Punjab Governor Charles Aitchison (r. 1882-1887).

G D Langlands in Aitcheson College

The main purpose of this college was to impart education to sons of rulers of princely states, land lords and other influential people. It has retained its character over the years, maintaining the public school tradition of providing an education that uses academics, sports and co-curricular activities as tools for character development. Once again I chose my favorite profession of teaching which I had left after joining the army. I loved Mathematics and Algebra and that has been a part of my life for a very long time, writing with chalks on the black board of my school. 

In Aitcheson College Lahore, most of the teachers were British who were educating the children of Indian tribal royalty before independence.

During my teaching period there, I focused myself to mathematics, the subject I loved the most, and I fully satisfied my students by my teaching methods. I always was a cooperative teacher and gave full support to the students and my students also loved me. I was very happy with my job in Lahore. At Aitchison College I taught those students who later served Pakistan in different field of life.

I has a long list of students, who, after graduating from Atichison, occupied vital positions in civil as well as military bureaucracy, politics, business and other professions. My illustrious students included, among others, former President Faruq Ahmad Khan Leghari, former Prime Minister Zafar Ullah Khan Jamli, Present Governor of Baluchistan Zulfiqar Ali Magsi, ex- Governor and Chief Minister Baluchistan Muhammad Akbar Khan Bugti, former Chief Ministers Baluchistan Taj Muhammad Khan Jamli and Jan Muhammad Jamli. Similarly Syed Zulfiqar Ali Shah, Syed Hamid Raza Gillani, Ministers Sikandar Hayat Khan, Barrister Aitzaz Hassan, Faisal Salah Hayat, Makhdoom Shah Mahmud, Asfandiyar Wali Khan, Mir Rustam Khan Jamali, Muhammad Owais Khan Laghri, Members of National Assembly Mia Gul Adnan Aurengzeb, Amjad Ali Noon, Member Provincial Assembly Shahjahan Ahmad Khan, PTI Chairman Imran Khan, Majid Jahangir Khan and Ramiz Hassan Raja were included in the long list of his pupils.


G D Langlands with Imran Khan

Of all the students, I liked Imran Khan and Zafar ullah Khan Jamali. Imran Khan owns me quite a lot. Everyone knew he was going to be an outstanding sportsman but I told him that if he wants to be a leader, he would have to focus on his lesson. He was an average student, not so focused on his studies because he always was busy with his cricket.

I recall Zafar Ullah Khan Jamali as a kind hearted person.

In 1979, I had to leave the Aitchison College because I was asked to do an even tougher job, teaching in the Razmak Cadet College of North Waziristan. Since I was a mountaineer, therefore I accepted the offer to serve in mountainous area. I did try to marry someone in Pakistan, but every one was interested to settle in England while I had decided to remain in Pakistan for ever.

Serving Razmak Cadet College from (1979-89)

In 1979 I received a short letter from the Secretary, Education, Government of NWFP inviting, him to join Razmak Cadet College in North Waziristan I accepted the offer and had to leave my comfortable job in Aitchison opting for a difficult job in the Tribal Area. It was not an easy task to establish Cadet College at a remote place like Razmak. Razmak is situated in the tribal area of North Waziristan. It lies towards South-West of Bannu at a distance of 120 kilometers. Before partition, Razmak was a British Army station. After partition, it was housed by Pakistan Army, Shawwal Rifles and Frontier Constabulary. Here Cadet College was established in 1978. Its building is spread over 154 acres40 Razmak was not an easy place to live or work in However, I was fond of facing challenges.

I joined the institution as a teacher and very soon was elevated to the post of Principal. I was a good administrator and through hard work and ability, I improved the administration and academics of the college. Hardly after a year, in 1980, I fallen prey to the lawlessness of Waziristan.

G D Langlands with Ayub Khan
The shortest man is me and I am standing right next to brave General Ayub Khan.
I was kidnapped by some tribal men for getting their demands accepted by the government. I disclosed that the kidnapping drama was staged by a tribal chief who lost election to his rival. By kidnapping me, the chief wanted to reverse results of the election but in vain. The kidnappers weren't bad sorts. They lined up with their Kalashnikovs, then they wanted one with me in it. Later they invited me to join them in shooting at target practice, handing me a gun. It didn't seem to occur to them I could turn on them, although I would have had to kill 16 of them. The captivity did not last long and I was released after six days. For me, it was an adventure but for government it was an ordeal.

After me release, the President and Army Chief, General Zia-Ul-Haq invited me to lunch in Peshawar. The President intended to send me back to London but I refused and resumed my duties in Razmak. His students had a great affection and love for me. Mr. Arif Mahmud was his student at Razmak Cadet College in 1980.

He is now on the strength of Islamia College University Peshawar.

Arrival in Chitral

After serving Cadet College Razmak for ten years my contract expired in 1989. I shifted to Islamabad where many institutions offered him job. However, finally I was assigned the task of setting up of a Cadet College at Pallandari Azad Kashmir but I could not undertake the task. In the mean time, the then Deputy Commissioner of Chitral Mr. Javed Majid approached and requested me to set up a school in Chitral. Initially Mr. Javed Majid allotted government guest house to the proposed school. It was not an easy decision to settle in a far flung place like Chitral. I like challenges. I knew about the area because I used to come to Northern Areas including Chital with Aitcheson College hiking teams.

Moreover he knew that Chital needed his services more than other parts of the country. So I accepted offer of Mr. Javed Majid and joined Sayurj Public School in September, 1989.  The original name of the school where I started my work was Sayurj Public School Chitral. Sayurj is a Chitrali language word which means eagle. It was established in 1989.

G D Langlands with School Kids

 A group of British volunteers led by Miss Jullet started teaching there. Later on it was renamed as G.D Langlands School and College. Chitral attained a respectable position in educational development after starting from the graze. Chitral lagged behind other areas of Pakistan in the field of education. For years, a single school i.e. High School at the state head quarter Chitral was imparting knowledge.

It was established by Muhammad Nasir-ul-Mulk, the then ruler of Chitral in 1940-49 Now a days, it is called as Government Centennial Model School Chitral. The school has contributed a great deal in producing a cadre of professionals e.g. doctors, engineers and teachers and so on. These professionals later on played their role in running the front line departments when Chitral became part of the federation of Pakistan in 1969.

After merger of the State with Pakistan, there were few Government schools in Chitral. Reluctantly literacy rate and quality remained poor. To improve quality of education, it was necessary to build private sector schools in the District. In early 80s Aga Khan Education Service took an initiative to establish schools in Gilgit, Hunza and teachers training programme in Chitral. From Chitrali community, Ashraf-ud-Din was pioneer in private school system who established Chitral Public school in 1982.

Then other people followed suit and a mushroom growth of private schools was noticed. In the field of education the private sector has also played an important role. In private schools, the medium of instruction is English and often good educated teachers are appointed. These schools have given a good support to the cause of education and have maintained interest of students in their studies.


G D Langlands leaving Chitral

Starting from class four; this School was upgraded to class eight in 1993. In 1995, it was elevated to high school level. In 1995, the number of students increased and there was no class room in the Xhang Bazaar campus for such strength. In August, 1995 a new building was constructed on Garam Chashma Road, nine kilometer away in the suburb of Chitral city. For this purpose, I purchased land from Shahzada Burhan-ud-Din at a cost of Rs.4 million. Under my supervision, the construction was completed. The boy’s portion consists of twelve rooms and the girls section was located on the upper storey of one wing having similar capacity. I spent six and half million rupees on the construction. The new campus was meant for the senior classes.

In 1997, the school was upgraded to higher secondary School and F.Sc. classes were started. As a token of recognition, Surj public school and college was renamed as Langlands School and College in July, 2006. After starting F.Sc. classes the strength of students increased year by year and in 2007 the number of students reached up to eight hundred. Currently, there are almost 900 students studying in Langlands School and college. The strength and standard of the school increased rapidly and it got recognition from the community and the government. The Langlands School and College has a motto “There is always room for improvement”. Till compilation of this paper there were 50 teachers and 900 students on the strength of the school.
   
When I came to Chitral in 1989 I made it clear that if they wanted a high standard public school it must not be just for a small section of the elite, but must serve as wide a section of Chitral population as possible right down to at least lower middle class. This meant that the fees had to be kept at a very reasonable rate, in order to avoid the complaint that good education only available for the rich. After our small start in F. Sc, in 1998, number started increasing year by year and with it expenditure increased to maintain high standards and our financial reserves went down. I spent time in 2003 in preparing with the help of a very senior advocate of Supreme Court suitable documents for setting up the Langlands Endowment Trust. Approval was given by the CBR (Central Board of Revenue) in March 2004 and I went to Prime Minister, Zafarullah Jamali, and requested me to grant the first donation. The Prime Minister was generous enough to donate Rs. 10 million grant.


Langlands School and College
I simply played my role and contributed to the best of my abilities.
In October 2005, I called on President General Musharraf in Rawalpindi. The President approved Rs. Fifty million grant for Langlands Endowment. I received the amount through Prime Minister, Shaukat Aziz. The amount was deposited in fixed deposit in a bank bringing in Rs. 4.5 laces a month. That amount has enabled me to pay better salaries to the school and college staff. It is very difficult for a discipliner like me to keep my subordinate happy. However, my colleagues recognize my abilities and good behaviour. The Vice Principal of Langlands School and College Chitral, Mr. Abdullah said that he enjoyed working with me.

As I mentioned earlier, many politicians, legislators, ministers, prime ministers and even a Pakistani president were my students. On visit to my simple and small residence in Chitral, one can see his carefully framed photographs with army generals and heads of state particularly General Ziaul Haq, General Fazli Haq and General Pervez Musharraf. The Pakistani government recognized my commendable services by awarding me with prestigious civil awards. In 1987, President General Zia-ul-Haq decorated me with Sitara-e-Pakistan. In 2004 I received the same award from President General Pervez Musharraf. On 23rd March 2011, President Asif Ali Zardari awarded me Hilal-e-Imtiaz .This award was given to me for my services in the field of education.

The way government of Pakistan rewarded me for my selfless service was really praiseworthy. I leads simple life and even at the age of 95, I am healthy and fit.

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