2012. LOVE IS THE WORD.

2012-01-15T13:03:00.001+05:00

At the risk of letting my personality be judged by others and making it vulnerable to opinions that may or not be favourable to myself, I write in this space for the sheer freedom that writing accords me. Many issues have come to public notice in the last few months in Pakistan. But I for some reason am least concerned with what is going around me. There is simply too much going around; memo-gate, military-government tussle, emergence of PTI as an annoying juggernaut in infancy, my own studies, work.

But what really has been concerning me in the last few months is the very troubling need for setting up personal goals for not just my career, but life on the whole. Indeed life is more than attaining a successful career, which is only a segment of a prosperous life. Defining the manner in which you conduct your dealings with the people in your life, and setting up the level to which you want anyone’s thoughts, concerns have an influence over your activities is a very complex question, one whose answer I have been trying to determine for the very first time in my life.

Dale Carnegie, Deepak Chopra, Dr. Phil, Stephen Covey all these people have been talking something closer to sense, only I took them as a joke when my brother used to read them. Like I said in the beginning, by confessing to people that I am looking for a more concrete meaning to lead my life, I am opening myself to a lot of judgements, criticisms and sympathy combined in a cob-web of concern.

Should other people be considered as an important factor in deciding how one’s supposed to lead one's life? Before, I was of the opinion that my friends, family didn’t really matter in the decisions that I made for myself. Now I think I was wrong, grossly wrong. I think that although friends may not be a forceful factor in making you make your own decisions, they somehow end up influencing your life in some way, anyway. No matter how independent or self-reliant you think you are, chances are that devil that resides inside us all craving for appreciation and approval grows up someday and makes us a prisoner of reaction-hungry sentiments.

Ignoring this latent evil altogether may paint your persona as an isolated hunchback, playing totally to the Satan’s gallery is bound to throttle you to the deepest pits of darkness. What should one do in such a situation? Answer? I believe that a balanced approach that listens to the importance of one’s own need for contentment and the care that is so crucial to be given to what others think as well is an answer to my and many people’s question. You can’t make everyone happy and at the same time you can’t pretend to be a social animal while remaining religiously aloof to all the concerns of the society. It is precisely because of such reasons that we find ‘BALANCE’ to be such a balanced word.

Adios.

JANUARY 2011 - 1

2011-01-13T00:30:00.002+05:00

Being an ordinary citizen of Pakistan, my dreams are of simple nature as well. For it is some very basic solutions that may turn our country into an Eldoradian peaceful state.

My dream has a secular ideology serving as the benchmark of the national constitution, a step closer to the notions, held dear by Mr.Jinnah. My dream includes efforts by the Government and judiciary in bringing about customs heralding merit and justice to the poor. My dream circumnavigates the idea that all universal living amenities are provided to every citizen of this nation, which is full of heart yet lacks the blood that will drive its dreams to completion.

I dream of education and health being accorded their rightful significance by the state actors. That inexpensive medical remedies are provided to people earning less than 2 dollars a day and sent to death-beds due to diseases as trivial as diarrhea. I dream of a universal standard of education offered to every student of the country, with a syllabus that promotes a spirit of respect, tolerance and indeed love towards those sporting different ideologies. My dream contrary to corrupted reality, does not hold honesty, merit playing second fiddle to the so-called practical traits of the practical world like corruption, dishonesty and "tempered-with" national interests.

In my dream, we are a 99.99% nation when it comes to the standards of G.N.H - Gross National Happiness.

dEaTh

2009-12-24T05:19:00.002+05:00

Why people fear ‘death’? The surety of this event is greater than any other happening in our lives. Then why we try to avoid mentioning it in our so called ‘intellectual’ discourses?

Personally, I believe death can have many manifestations and colors it can embody. Physical death or the stoppage of one as an active, living being is just one accounted avatar of many untouched, under explored forms that Death can present.
I believe that if a person stops his/her craving for good and positive in the life that he/she is made to live, then that person is pretty much on the precipice of death’s cave. For living people are understood to be enthusiastic for at least one
aspect in their life’s tenure.

A man, who is empty of any passion in the dealings of his life, is as good as dead. For passion, defines the warmth, the radiance, the color in a body that has yet to be titled a ‘cadaver.’
Hope is the priming source that drives the injection of passion in peoples’ lives. When a human being decides to traverse the road to suicide or the deliberate path to death then, its quite obvious that his/her stock of hope is either non-existent or dead in it-self.

Can death be fascinating? I don’t think so. Can it be intimidating? Surely!
If you would ask people to share their views in detail about this phenomenon, you would come across horrified ideas, scared expressions and a general wish for it to totter away as far as it permits from the person asked.

If this questionnaire about death had been forwarded to me 3 years down the road, I would have prompted, what I now believe to be downright un-intelligible opinion of horror that many people do. But as time has passed I believe that you can not deny the finality of a stop to one’s activities whether they are educational, professional, and social or simply those related to one’s life. You can not cast hurdles across death’s path. It acts on its on accord and perhaps as mystics opine “Life and death are married by an immortal love of certainty of occurrence.”

It’s precisely thanks to reasons like these that I believe that ‘regret’ is the worst state of life one may subject him/hers-self to. “Living it to the fullest” may be a cliched notion but the motto it serves can never rot or turn into a relic. Sidney Sheldon shares in his awe-inspiring autobiography that “life is just like a novel, you may never know what’s going to happen until you turn the page.”

There are varying hues to the canvas of one’s life. Some may be inspiring others merely hate-provoking. Every person adopts a different cadence to his speech. So does life. People who believe that ‘life’ is not worth living are utterly wrong in that death only comes to you when and where its scripted to play the ending credits to your lively-activities. Bugging one’s brain to sadistic ideas may be the work of art for people claiming to be realists but in ‘factual’ reality are nothing but losers dwindling in the pits of self-pity. So even though people should realize death as a logical ending, they should not stop living the life that they are duty bound to carry.

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2009-12-15T02:29:00.004+05:00

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Hye!

It really is unsettling to remind myself of the fact that I’m writing after 14 months for my blog. During this period of time, I completed my graduation and am now interning in the National Shipping Co. or the PNSC.

Everyone knows how the country has coped with all that has been put to its plate and what has happened in these 12 /14 months. So it’s futile to brag about it. There’s this sack-full of political websites and I don’t want to jump down this sensationalist bandwagon as long as circumstances permit.

I was watching this movie called ‘School of Rock.’ In the movie the main protagonist who is a teacher catches a 10 year old pupil hanging out with a couple of wannabee rock stars smoking and playing cards. The teacher grabs hold of the child and asks him what the kid’s been up to. The child replies that he is trying to befriend some real rockers, in reply the teacher tells him that those guys are just ‘posers’ acting cool and belying the spirit of a true rock fan.

The point I’m trying to make is that these days a great deal of people we see in the entertainment and show business are acting to be real artists with only superficial talent and little patience to learn the craft they claim to have mastered. Folks can point out to me being unqualified to make this statement and I’ll agree to their argument. But if you happen to watch any play of yester-years like ‘Ankahi’ or Studio 2 ½. You’ll come to terms with what I’m trying to put to the front.

It seems today's writers have lost the panache of writing lengthy, dramatic, and full of classical metaphors dialogues. If not so they seem to consider it as downright shoddy in today’s world. We see actors chirping out dialogues that seem totally improvised in places where improvisation is definitely not topping the ‘to-do’ list. Creators of such self proclaimed ‘wondrous pieces of art’ argue that today’s plays are closer to the situations in real life. I tend to disagree with this very notion.

First and foremost; romance is not the only and most momentous issue in our lives. Plays being aired on national channels these days happen to think to the contrary. The only happening worth a thought these days the architects of these plays want us to believe constitutes the trials and tribulations two people endure while fighting for their love. Do all the law and order, political and/or economical headaches affiliate their origins to this simple dilemma? Surely not, because had the case been so, a simple nuptial between the Army and the Taliban, the PPP and PML-N, the Kalias and the State Bank, would have brought the country to realize its blissful dreams.

Second; let us for a moment, agree to the media populace’s lie that these acts aired on TV are further distant from fiction then those from days of good old yore. But should the manner in which the scenes are made out to look as they do, the street-smart, unattractive dialogues that the poor actors indulge their mouth to utter, the evident lack of preparation in executing a scene, the flashy and flamboyant yet untactful production designs be praised? Many would have the courage to shout a resounding NO!

But what we see is heaps upon heaps of praise being showered by one media person to another (it would take a gun-point situation for a real person on the road to praise them).
We have perhaps landed into the era of mediocrity, for excellence requires back breaking, nerve wrecking preparation and rehearsal. And people in this age of exploding rate of options to marvel and suffice, don’t have the time. Perhaps this is the reason that we see people like Shoaib Mansoor appearing after 3 or 4 years in the limelight. They don’t have the patience to work impatiently and run from one post to another with little substance to boast, for they’ve been saying since the word ‘eternity’ was coined that

“Rome was not built in a day.”

And I’m 22 now.
Bye.

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2008-10-07T01:21:00.000+06:00

This is perhaps the last time I’m writing from home this month. I’ll be reporting back to the academy on the 8th of this month. Again my promise to myself regarding blogging regularly vanished away. But anyways I think I’ll be able to continue once I get to the lab. What’s up, nothing much honestly. I’ve got a tour ahead of Sindh, consisting visits planned at Kotri, Hala, Sukkur, Khairpur, a gas field in Thar, Larkana, Mohan-jo-Daro etc. So that’s a bit of excitement, otherwise this year has been a nadir. I’ll write about my visit once I return from it.
Last post saw me flabbergasting about the movie I watched. I’m listening to songs write now and thought comes to my mind regarding this “influx” of Indian movies coming to local cinemas. Honestly speaking I’ve rather enjoyed going to cinema and just looking at the big screen, the sound is fabulous too. I just believe that cinema is a very vital source of in-expensive entertainment for an average family or an individual for that matter. It’s good to see distributors and cinema owners doing a thriving business. Why? Because it’s directly proportional to cinemas going stronger. I’ve to say though; the business that an average Indian movie makes here is peanuts compared to what it collects in India itself. We’ve only got a few cinemas country-wide. I am really for putting up new cinemas all across Pakistan.

It’s strange that I’ve never wrote anything to do with art and all that, even in my college essays let alone the blog. These days my fingers just get that itchy feeling about writing something even remotely related to arts. Anyways, will some one be kind enough to tell me what the difference between performing and non-performing arts is? I mean the folks at NAPA keep chanting all those promotional bhajans regarding performing arts. What
are performing arts? Okay, leave it to that, “jo beet gayi so bat gai.”

I’ve been an avid cinema for the last one year. I’ve almost enjoyed all the movies so far. But the one crafted (if that’s the right word) by Javed Sheikh has left me in a collection of feelings, frustrated that my 150 Rs went to waste, confused because of the twisted plot (it was a zigzag maze). But nevertheless I was quite bemused by all the performances, in particular the dance sequences. Sana, the chief protagonist looked ever so colossal. I wonder what diet she follows, I want to have the same.

Believe that’s more that enough for this time.
Adios.

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2008-10-04T03:55:00.000+06:00

I am back, well hate using this phrase every time I blog. Its been almost four months since I last wrote something. I have to keep my self active now. The last time I said that I’ve got about six months left in my graduation, well now there are only about 2 or little less than that. What have I been doing in these months, topping my list; loosing my captaincy in academy. Faring poorly again in my exams, wasting away holidays doing nothing. This year has surely been a constructive one.
I’ve been watching all the blogs, all kinds of them. One thing that I’ve noticed is that everybody seems to be interested in politics. Do people really care as to what is happening in the political scene or is this one of the many recent “fad?” I wonder. Perhaps it may have to do something with this entire craze that information media i.e. news channels and papers etc. I find it quite strange to see simple statements being labeled as “breaking news.” Perhaps we have over-sensationalized news.
Though there’s nothing wrong expressing one’s opinion about core issues, but when people start following the trend and do it just to be “in” it starts getting obvious and boring indeed.
Changing lanes. Just last night I watched ROCK ON, Farhan Akhter’s on-screen debut. I’ve to stay it’s the first movie in years that I’ve seen without pointing out any flaw that I could think of. I have this ridiculous habit of ridiculing every movie I watch with my friends but the simplicity of the story this movie really made me to keep shut. The story line is impressively simple; the continuity of the movie is good. Arjun Rampal’s performance is what I believe to be ultimate. His role shows a person who is talented yet is unable to tap it because of his friendly and simple nature. Farhan Akhter’s role which obviously is the lead one, is a talented lead singer in the band, who is fast enough to capitalize on the chance once they get it, but this selfish acts of his thrashes apart the group. Here I’ve to stay that performances by the whole cast have been good. But Arjun Rampal’s performance as a talented, yet socially pressurized guitarist stands out as phenomenal. Farhan Akhter stands his ground as a confident debutant, his directorial stints obviously assisting him greatly to understand the intricacies of facing the camera. The music of the movie has to be the best that has come so far this year as far as I’m concerned, no second thoughts about this one. Hats off to Farhan Akhter for lending his vocals in a “true rock-star avatar.” It will be bad to see this movie not winning any major award, it honestly deserves the best in story, and supporting lead. A must watch for those who believe in good structured stories.
Adios.

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2008-06-19T02:46:00.000+06:00

Well the vacations are coming to an end, and I’ve failed once again to write extensively for the blog. It seems that consistency is a word not willing to be synonymous with me. There are just four days left for me to stay. I am not home sick. No way! But I had decided to do blogging this time around. What I did end up doing was going through the blogs of other people without working on my own (do I sound selfish?).

My previous blog ended on the notification of my becoming a senior cadet. Talking of cadets, I do expect some people to question as to what sort of cadet I am? Because some people, and this some is a big-some, believe all those who go through military training are harsh and expressionless.

But Cadets are human being in the first place, right? You cannot expect any human to be devoid of any opinion. We are all opinionated. The harsh regimen and training only improves your physical strength and your ability to maintain your ideas and hold on to them tightly. It creates enough stamina in you to bear any kind of tough conditions. It teaches you to cope-up. And to cope is the name of the game.

Life has been leaving aside a few happenings, “eventless.” In the last few years I haven’t been able to some how find any kind of fire. Fire that can make me excited to work upon something with passion. It’s all going pretty steady. Without any turns or ordeals or any big successes. Very plain curved right on the x-axis, almost stuck to it like glue. One way or the other, I have to find some co-ordinates that can make me score on that Y-axis.

Those, who are of the opinion that only REEL life has got twist and turns…, raise their hands. Stupid, you people are not. But surely we’ve got high and low moments. Kodak? Nah!! I am not that romantic.

How’s life as a senior cadet? Well, you get to do all the things that you could not during your junior term. That is walking on the upper level of the floor called the “upper gangway”. You get to watch TV (yes, no TV for juniors). You can your bring your pc to your hostel. You have ample time to buy your stuff at the TUC shop. You have the right to go to the hostel roof.

Most of all, you get to rag the juniors, in any fashion you like, but within moral limits. You can play all kinds of sports whether you know the games or not. The reason being, only seniors are empowered to select a team. If you get selected as a junior, you must be a good sportsman. Probably the most liked treat of having the title “Senior Cadet” marked against your name is; that you can do what you please once your working hours come to a closure. You can watch a movie, read a good book if you like. You are empowered and entitled. A junior is simply not. Even in the un-official time he is ragged about or has to waste his time listening to gibberish of a senior.

I hope to continue more, but anyways,

Adios Omegos!

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2008-06-06T03:48:00.000+06:00

This is after two years that I am writing something. I was gone for this period, out of this whole writing scene because I failed to find any reason that may have compelled me to write about anything. Another major factor may’ve been that I went to do my marine engineering (which I am about to complete now) and I had very little time to re-explore my writing talents(if I’ve got any).

What compelled me to write again? Well the answer lies in the whole blogging culture that seems to have developed with a full throttle. Honestly never did I find so many blogs two years back. Having said that, I’ve to acknowledge the fact that these blogs are very well written pieces.

Perhaps “it’s in the best interest of our nation” as “one” was found quoted saying in the time not so long ago. I’m talking about blogging. Before this whole scene became “in-vague”, people wanted some place to channel-ize their thoughts, their views I believe somewhere. One gets ridiculously tired and bored talking to the same set of people all the time. We always feel an impending need to meet and be-friend new people. Blogging perhaps gives them this new group or a new friend whom they can talk to, rather make them listen to or read their opinion.

Yes, rather than exchanging views with new people, we always want people to listen us without uttering a single word. It’s not morally in-correct, neither in-line with one’s appreciation of slavish dealing. It’s correct because, one hardly gets a person who would listen to one without mouthing some sort of argument. One may disagree on that count, I believe. Of-course, the means of arguing, commenting are there for all to take up.
But, many amongst you must be agreeing with me in their hearts of hearts that we all want our diaries somewhere in our-lives to be read or commented upon? Of-course, you can maintain the level of secrecy. That’s totally in your hands. Another factor may be that most of us have that itching of being an artist. Blogging is an easy way “in” into that.

Ok, cutting the crap as they say, why I was gone, well my last post was in August 2006. After that I went to the Pakistan Marine Academy. Mission statement: complete your BS in Maritime Studies. Well, I took Marine engineering as an option provided. Now this programme comprises of two-years of study followed by a year’s article-ship. The first year you are termed as “Juniors.” Now this labeling as a God-damned slut (read junior) is official. You are officially messed up with, hate to use that f word. Your seniors, students/cadets who are a year ahead of you, rag you with no reason, no moral, don’t know why. This whole thing goes on for a year till the senior batch passes out of the academy. Then seniority is all there for the taking. I became a senior this January.

HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY

2006-08-26T21:47:00.000+05:00

Happy independence day. This day means a lot to us..... nay! it doesn't really doesn't, cause we our generation to be precise , we've been free since day one, and we don't have any attachments to the founding fathers of this country, understandbly so.Our lives are attached with the present set of rulers and the present socio-economic-political scenario.We call our selves the educated lot and never dare to fantacise the life of people who live , who survive miracously earning less than 2 dollars a day. But we are hell-bent on seeing the brighter side of things though half the country is hostage to power failures whose duration may be more than "trips to moon and back."

We cite the G.D.P growth , the overflowing streams of big vehicles, the absurd fashion statements that our elite feel so proud to make as the hallmarks of a buuding "asian tiger." What we fail to stimulate to our brain-cells is that with each passing year, the inflation rates keep rocketing, education for the poor is turning into a dream which can never be fulfilled.

We also fail to pin-point to ourselves that the economic and financial wiz-kids in Islamabad are hell bent to gift away our most profitable companies and corporations, Steel Mills Pakistan being the latest one to bear the brunt. Thanks to the Supreme Court, so far this gross________, what should I call this has been avoided, but how long, the one at the helm of affairs knows it best.

This piece will continue as long as the power authorities permit, but anyways hey, happy independence day!
Avtar.B

The NEXT BIG THING

2006-08-06T21:09:00.000+05:00

On the 15th afternoon of the 4th month of the 6th year of the 2nd millennium, after taking my Maths exam, I came back home, feeling a bit drowsy I jumped on the bed and quickly fell asleep, in the sleep:
I had a DREAM

The three of us i.e. I, and my two friends, lets call them F and G went to Karachi for taking a pre-entry admission test of a university. The test was being conducted in a Pakistani chapter of a big multinational hotel. While we were taking the test, a large explosion rocked the hotel. It was a 5-kg bomb that sent shrapnel everywhere. Surprisingly no one got killed and no one got injured either. Anyways undeterred and un-bothered by the attack, the authorities kept on conducting the test and we, equally merrily kept on taking it.

Unlike the usual tests, which end at about 1 or 2 in the afternoon, this test continued till late evening right till the clock struck 9:00. Just when we started to pack and check our clipboards/pencils etc another large explosion shattered the calm of the building, we were shocked, the intensity of the shock being 0.01 on the Richter scale of our minds. Nevertheless, we packed up and came outside. The city was looking beautiful and looked more of a PRAGUE or PARIS than KARRANCHI! With LCD-ied signboards, BMWS, designer outlets everywhere (though some of these are present in Karachi but in DHA not on the Bunder road. Perhaps the “trickle down” effect had really trickled and sprinkled the crystalline money among the poor masses, because of which I, and my friends F and G were seeing such flaunts of wealth, glamour and prosperity unseen and unheard of before.

Anyways back to the test, I forgot to tell you that just beside the Hotel was the tallest building of Pakistan and guess to what company/group it belonged to, yes our very own KTN. Yes those Sindhi hippy friends of ours, not that I have got something against the Sindhis, in fact I am one myself. But the folks at KTN always succeed in giving the nerdest fashion statement (“oiled spikes”, with moustaches ala “Mangal Pandey”, tight jeans which look more of a “space suit”, bar-b-qued faces and a yellow shirt to top all that).

Nevertheless I am diverging you and myself from the main course. The KTN Tower beside the hotel also looked magnificent. I, and F and G went to a near-by SHELL Shop to fill our tummies. Just when we came out of the shop, we saw a plane hit the KTN Tower exactly in the 9/11 manner. All three of us now got shocked, what if it was only after two bomb-explosions. We ran, screamed, F in his particular style screamed then laughed and then started hitting the ground like a dog with his tap-dance movements and then fainted. I and G seeing him fall like a deck of cards decided to imitate him and so we did. We pretended to sleep/die whatever you call it, and yes we were lying in the barracks dug 6-feet deep in the metalled road of Bunder’s (Don’t ask me why they dug up barracks on suck a posh road). Suddenly we saw trucks of “armed forces” coming and firing with crazy laughters, dancing and firing at the same time, just like our Pathan or our “foreign friends” in “WANA” do. The entry of the troops in that area was like a bunch of Zombies cramped tightly in a truck loaded with arms.

Half-hour later with this IRAQ+FALLUJAH situation in full swing, F came to the world (again). He started blessing G and me with his broken smile, G and me didn’t feel like asking him why he was thinking himself to be “Angelina Jolie”. Anyways, a few minutes later, a soldier showed up and shouted at us to come up, which we did. Surprisingly 15 others were also standing beside us. The soldier began exercising his tongue by telling us that of all of us, those who would be found with material(s) thought to be linking to that acts of terror that day would be taken to “Guantanamo Hay” and not Bay (because it was nearer in KORANGI). And would be scrutinized, investigated, de-briefed, probed about the attacks. I was the lucky-draw winner; the material they found in my pockets was a sachet of SUNSILK, that’s it. Later on I was taken to a cell of POWS where I spent the entire night thinking of myself as an AVATAR of Z.A Bhutto sulking in that cell due to the conspiracies of a re-incarnation of Jimmy Carter and Zia-ul-Haq.

The next morning I was taken to “Guantanamo Hay”, an officers’ colony and not a prison camp by a Navy 2nd-lieutenant. I behaved like a sheepish-rat (you won’t find this breed anywhere). I told him that it was impossible to get justice these days. I said this out of utter disgust of today’s cruel world. That the Navy kid would be a Romeo did never occur to me. In response to my puzzling postulate, he assumed that “Yes, today life is nothing without money, power and fame.” These sad words of wisdom by the sailor didn’t really hit the right note in my mind. Our conversation ended on this account. He then guided me to a certain room No.6 where the investigation officer was present. To my biggest of surprises it was my former Chemistry Teacher. He was playing cards and invited me to join him, which I readily did. After this he told me to handover the sunsilk sachet as he had stopped using “herbal essence.” After this he told me to go, as he trusted my character and me. I was elated and ran like a proverbial “run-away bride (groom as a matter of nature).” I took the first bus to Hyderabad without thinking even for a nano-second as to what happened to my friends F and G.

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2005-08-21T12:24:00.001+05:00

"The Comparisons of Titans" by Avtar Bachani

There are or there can be rather, plenty of wishes culminating in the mind of a teen-age boy belonging to a middle/lower class stratum of society. Because the very bracket of his economic status does not allow him to take everything around as granted. He doesn’t have opportunities that a boy of the same age as his, though of a different, richer class has. Everyday, we ourselves find this menacing demarcation of society.
If you belong to an upper class of society, than of-course you will feel lucky, and even despite so much of wealth you posses a sound and sane mind, you may reflect upon the miseries of a middle class vertebrate has to face (& perhaps you end up opening a wicked NGO). But if you fall flat from heavens to the other side of the coin, i.e in an atmosphere where stupid hopes, sizeable population and equally sufficient number of mosquitoes thrive and prevail. Then you can’t do anything but hope, study hard if this golden opportunity is provided to you, earn an admission in a third tear Government university, after 5 or 6 years get hold of an un-masterly "MASTERS", and then start looking for endless rejections disguised as job vacancies. And above all, look miserably sad. But lets leave this topic right here, and compare lives of two individuals from the cradle of both to the grave of only one (no prizes for guessing who is the one we are talking about).
"Richie Rich"
G.D.P for RICH + 8.4%
"Filthy Mitch"
G.D.P for POOR – 8.4 %
1) Richie rich is born the 1st and God willing, the only child of a rich family, perhaps the"Spencers" of Punjab.
1) Mitch is born the youngest so far but who said the last? In a family which looks more of a refugee than a local.
2) He is born in A.K.U Hopsital, Karachi.
2) Lyari is the landing station.
3) Is taken care by a "very high society" Granny.
3) Is taken care of by himself.
4) Age 5, the young lad is sent to an elite school, parents paying in thousands for school charges.
4) Waiting…
5) Enjoys happy meals at McDonalds, kicks the hell out of every one at KFC.
5) Finally gets an admission in a local government school, his favorite food is "dal chawal."
6) Plays "rugby" aussie style (as strange as if brits start playing kabbadi) in school, works in tableaus, participates in Dramatics.
6) Shines and portrays his acting skills in front of his hard hit father for a new cricket bat.
7) At age 15, Richie starts going to parties, hangs out with friends, is almost a "pro-gamer" at gaming zones, besides being "Mobile Freak". Shops only in Park Towers and atriums. Follows the brands religiously. Goes abroad for holidays.
7) At age 15, helps his mother and father in taking care of newly manufactured version, I mean his little brother. Goes to Landhi to visit his grand mother.
8) At 18, Richie completes his A’ levels in accounts, and looks for a degree already in a foreign university.
8) At 18, Mitch completes his intermediate, at equally well-placed marks, gives tuitions in "mobile fashion" in and around Lyari to bear his further educational expenses
9) Gets his "ASTON MARTIN".
9) Gets the entire city transport as gift of "Enlightened Segregation."
10) After completing his Masters in the states, rich readily finds a job there. His life’s one liner "All is well when one has wealth."
10) Filthy Mitch, gets his M.A and does a teaching job in a school nearby his residence.

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