If you could only see the way she loves me - Tonic

My Plan After Salary Increment‏

Buy the moon



When they say "Room with view" I really mean it. (Space House)

My PET

The Best Paid Maid in world (Paris Maid)

Walking the Dog

I just use a diamond glass/cup for my drink.

Only the best mountain spring water is used to flush the toilets

I guess this is what financial experts call "disposable income"

It's a little slow off the line and stonechips are a nightmare.. but, deep down, all any girl wants is a guy with a solid gold car.

The Summer House

Eid Greetings to all who by any chance come here

Fatherhood Gene decides Boys Or Girls

The gene, inherited from both a man's parents, comes in one of three variations and affects the number of sperm carrying male or female chromosomes. Men with a version of the gene known as "mm" produce more sperm with the Y chromosome and are likely to have sons. Another variant, known as "mf", produces roughly equally numbers of sperm with the female X and male Y chromosomes.

In this case, a man has a 50/50 chance of having a son or daughter.

The third version, "ff", produces more X sperm and more daughters. Because of the gene, men inherit a tendency to have more sons or daughters from their parents, say scientists. A man with many brothers is more likely to have sons, while a man with many sisters is more likely to have daughters.
Read more

This research and other scientific studies are the slap in the faces of those who consider women responsible for kids' gender. The studies are evident but we still have many divorce cases with the allegation that the women cannot give birth to a son. I heard educated men saying that they have married again for the son. What the hell it is? when our people would start thinking logically? Why men are negating this fact? How far they would run from this reality? Is there any thing for that we can nominate men as responsible? There is nothing, I guess.

Mind it! I am Prime Minister's sister

"I am the sister of PM of Pakistan and I share some authority with him which is actually meant for sharing my dear bro's burden of handling a big country".
I am sure with this thought, Mrs Nargis Makhdoom have printed her letterheads which states "Sister of the Prime Minister and wife of the Additional Secretary of National Assembly". She is sympathetic enough to write a letter to HEC favouring one of its employees.
I have no right to point out the poor english of this letter as I am not beyond. But I am speechless on the creativity of this lady and her team as they did come with this excellent idea.

My Paper has been published. So I am allowed now to post it anywhere :)

ABSTRACT

The main objective of this study is to analyze the prevailing perception regarding the negative influence of trade deficit on economic growth. After discussing the paradox of faster economic growth and rising trade deficits, it is observed that the results are different from the existing thesis in Pakistan. The figures since 1980s show that Gross Domestic Product (GDP) and trade deficits are increasing and decreasing parallel to each other. The study elaborates the exports and imports and their impact on GDP growth. The composition of imports is also discussed highlighting the share of capital goods and consumer in total imports of Pakistan. The Study scrutinizes that Pakistan’s imports are concentrated in few countries. Linkages and continuities, as well as the relationships between GDP growth, trade deficit, exports and imports are brought together in this Article is an effort to understand these fundamental forces and their influence on the economy of Pakistan.

Author: Yours truely ;p

Some of My B' Day Memories

Although it's too much late but actually I forgot to post something regarding my B day 5 months back. So here are some moments to share!

-Self sponsored B'Day Party
I was surprised to receive so many wishes as everyone at office did remember my birthday. I was forced to throw a party. That was mean they should contribute (chanda) in my party. Anyhow I had to sponsored my own surprised B Day Party :(

Not two, three cakes were brought. Chocolate fudge cakes which I did not like :/


-My Special B day cards:

My little niece prepared these beautiful cards. I love you my fairy :)

-Special B'Day sms received at 1200 am

"This is the Birthday Greetings to the person which is one of those persons who always supported me in my all good and bad. Thank you very much my lovely sis. May you live as long as Bharghat tree. Ameen".

My janu brother, that's for you:

Good one!

And you didn't break my fall
You just watched with your eyes closed
With your ears shut
You pushed me down
As I got lost in the darkness in the hole
And my tears floated
You felt them on your arms
You wiped them off your skin
Like they were mud
And you never opened your eyes
I still waited, as I fell
For the smallest hint of light
From your lashes to my face
I'm still waiting
today.

(Poet unknown)

"I have a dream"

Finally, Martin Luther King's dream has come true. It took 45 years from 1963 to 2008 but the struggle has gained its fruit. The story had a bloody beginning but a happy end.

This time, I tried to follow up the US Elections 2008 very closely. I wasn't sure that Barrak H. Obama who has an Islamic background would win. But he has made it.

The most remarkable and impressive thing was the party based elections in USA. It was truely remarkable to note how parties had selected their cadidates for presidential election. Incredible democracy I must say. I wish my country may have such democratic culture.

Here are three amazing speeches by three outstanding personalities. I read them many times. Not only the words, their delivery styles are also captivating.

-"I have a dream" speech by Martin King on August 28, 1963. Washington, D.C:
http://www.mlkonline.net/dream.html



-"Change has come", Victory speech By Obama on November 4, 2008:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/us_elections_2008/7710038.stm



-McCain's last speech on November 4, 2008:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/world/americas/7599478.stm

Private channels are searching for you

Few years back, we had only one TV channel i.e. PTV which I call (Purana Television). How much we were content and happy with it. No live and quick coverage, no frequent news bulletins, no tension at all. Enchanting dramas, classy music, cheerful sitcoms, we are left with their memories only. Despite biased news and political talk shows, every thing was going really good.
Then suddenly, we are attacked with uncontrollable TV channels. At this moment, we are having 64 private TV channels. This flood took all types of standard with it. Keep the few channels aside, I get irritated with the low standard transmission of these channels. Their pathetic dramas, deadly boring sitcoms, unbearable news reporters and hosts, technical blunders, poor camera work and repeated reporting, what they are heading for? There are many channels which are failed to make themselves upto the mark even after spending Rs. 5 million for a licence.

Despite all this, there is one positive impact that these channels have left and are leaving on our society i.e. increase in employment. From peon to executives, from studio boys to directors, from actors to producers, these have absorbed much more unemployed personnels. All the guys who were used to stand at the corners of their streets could be found suited booted now as news reporters and anchors on all of these channels. I hear that some of the channels help new comers in improving their accent and looks. These channels are helping in employment creation and polishing our youth. So don’t worry if you don’t have graduate degree, fluency in Urdu and English or even ordinary looks, you have an opportunity to try yourself in these channels.

And I could only pray that these channels would surely have a better off after inducting a potential person like you. Hope for the best.

Chinese – A humble Nation

Few days back, I went to hospital for some tests. When I came out of hospital, I saw a Chinese standing on a bus stop, which was just in front of hospital. He threw a familiar glance at me but I didn’t understand whether I met him before or not.

Anyhow I went on my way and I saw him catching a very over crowded bus. I reached my office after some shopping. When I was walking to the office, suddenly some one ran behind me calling;’ Excuse me ma’am’. Oh that was the same Chinese with a smile. He went on:

He: Assalaum Alaikum
I was shocked and couldn’t reply for sometime. He started walking with me to the office.
He:” mauf kijiay ga aap tu shaid mijhay nai janti lekin mai nay apko dekha hai yahan”.
Another shock, he was speaking Urdu fluently. We got into the elevator. He quickly pressed the button of my floor.
He: “aapka department issi floor par hai naa”?
I nodded. I don’t remember any suicide attack by any Chinese, so I was at ease.
I: Sorry mai nay aapko pehchana nai”?
He: That’s alright. I can understand that there are so many people visiting here regularly. How could you know all of them? I actually come often here. I saw you working here. Today I have a meeting with Mr……..(one of my most senior colleagues).

He was constantly smiling. I do not like those who smile while talking. His obliging smile was irritating me. Then he lowered his gaze and did not say any thing further. I think he knew that I was constantly watching him. We can never guess about the age of Chinese people. They look ever young. He was wearing faded jeans which I thought was blue when it was bought. His dress shirt was also very clumsy. The most attention grabbing thing were his joggers. Oh my God they were dusty and seemed very old. He was not carrying any things (diary or file) and he had come to attend a meeting. I thought he might be my boss’ friend. After two hours meeting, he waved me and went out of the department.

I called my colleague for taking the whereabouts of that Chinese. He told me that he is among the largest exporters of garments to the world. He started his company from scrap and now he has developed it like an empire. He is dealing with more than 20 countries and now he is going to set up a factory in Pakistan. That’s enough for me to be shocked. He doesn’t look like a big businessman. He was very humble in all his gestures. I do not believe that a big businessman can travel through a local bus.

What about the Pakistani businessmen? Before setting up their business, they consider it obligatory to have a big bungalow and few gigantic cars. They think that expensive suiting would show their status and position. They do not leave any opportunity where they can show off their wealth. Humbleness, forget about it. With the money that they extravagantly spend on their so-called status could be better used in expanding their business but who can tell them.

We have a close liaison with Chinese businessmen. They walk and work freely in our office. Some times I doubt that they are employed here. They are very gentle and kind irrespective of their business status. Their humility, hardworking and sincerity to work are the keys to their success.

A Farewell

Peeping in every few minutes
My precious still there
The world beckons for her
And I know she cannot remain
That bed will be empty
The room for once tidy
The rituals will have to change
Her scent, though it may linger
But it too will dissipate
Last loving glance
At sleeping beauty
Suddenly she seems changed
No longer as childlike as I recall
My child nonetheless
Who will protect her
How will I tame my instincts
Fear may engulf her heart
But mine feels torn apart
How will life go on
Who will I live for
Who will I care for
Who will I worry for
The Lord giveth
And the world taketh away

(Poet:KKT)

Last walk!

But this walk
in the crown jewel
with mother and father
this path
this alley
the valley awash in green
lush
the steps so retraced
a million times
the clobber by the roadside
the signboards
the turns
the faces familiar
the shadows so known
no fear touched the heart
no fear seemed near
nothing forlorn
the garden lit outside
with myriads of hopes
beckons and calls
and I wish to cling on
to the post of my bed
and shake my head
so familiar is the floor
so dear each door
O my walk in the crown jewel
O Mother!
O Father!

(From "Iola". May Allah bless you with all you want. Yes yes I would pray for you whenever I remember you).

MashaAllah! I do look good even without neck :D

Vice President gave me a shield. On right, is one and only Chairperson of this damn Committee. I think and wish that she would not give this Committee to me next year ;p. No no I did not tease her at her level.

The Second Day-November 5, 2008

Next day was also good. In the first session, attendance of participants was quite good but it came down in the second session. All remaining presentations were made on second day. Trade Development Authority of Pakistan (TDAP), ARY Global Gallery Dubai, SME Bank and Business Support Fund (BSF). All presenters were good. But they were complaining about attendance. It seems that I was the only responsible for this shortfall in participants. had ho gai mai kiya baandh leti logun ko chairs k saath. banda khus aisa interest paida karta presentation mai logu k log ja hi naa saktay sab mera kasoor hai

Anyways, I tried hard to nicely manage the last day as well. And you know what Madam Chairperson called me and emraced me and said; "well done beta". :o surprise no shocked. All the time she remained against my working style now; "Both days were excellently managed" she proceeded and I was about to faint. I tell you she was impressed by me :) apna asar hi aisa hai
She told me that she had made a blunder yesterday's inaugural ceremony as she did not invite the Chief Guest, who was Director of TDAP, for the speech and she announced Vote of Thank right after VP's speech ......ahahaha.....I laughed alot. I told her that I was thinking at that time that he was not ready for the speech. Thank God I did not make this blunder.

Anyhow, that was the last project of this year and mashaAllah it happened to a success for me. Thank you Allah Ta'ala ge ....love you God.

My Project is executed today.

After three months tiring efforts, Program has started today. That would be my last Event of the year, I hope :/ .

First day was really good. Crowd was targeted. I think that's enough number of people to deal with. Program is sponsored by TDAP, SME Bank and ARY Group. One presentation was made today by Badar Khushnooe country Consultant Google Pakistan. Participants remeined interested in his presentation till the end. Program was well managed. I tried not to revise my last mistakes and mismanagements. I was more relaxed today than my last Event. Let's see what Chairperson would response towards it. The most thing of today was, Af was absent and Chairperson called me up to collect Resource Centre's shield.....ahahaha.....em sure mijhay kacha chaba jaye gi jab sunay gi tu :) would post the pic soon.

Tomorrow is the second and the last day. TDAP, ARY Group, SME Bank and Business Support Fund would give presentations tomorrow. People are eager to attend the second day too.
I got tired. My damn high heels made me sick :x so I put my flat chappal on. I dont know how gals are used to high heels. But I am confident that I would one day learn how to handle them.
I am very tired today. But em more eager to welcom the tomorrow :)

Before and after wearing glasses

This is Zaima, Uj's daughter, my cousin and close friend. She is almost three years old. She could not speak clear but she does not bother and keeps talking with you whether you understand her or not. She is very active and sharp baby. I call her 'Phirky'.

I remained embarrassed the whole day :/

I swear that's not only my fault. He and Chairperson were also responsible.
Ok now the story. As I have mentioned before that I am organizing a Program on business support services. In this regard, I contacted Care International Org asking them for their participation. I tried my best to trace the resource person but couldn't. They told me that they would contact further. But did not contact me so I thought they are not interested. That's not my habit to beg others for participation. Chairperson can force them but I couldn't. I closed their chapter at my end.

now the chairperson constantly remained in contact with that resource person and insisted him to attend the event without my knowledge.

Anyhow, she has rescheduled the date of the program to first week of November. I informed all the interested participants. I had plan to extend a general invitation to all others. yes yes I informed the interested ones and i did not inform HIM. Chairperson did not inform him too. And he the stupid man came all the way from Islamabad to attend the event on previous date. He came to me and asked pleasantly' what's the program'? I was like what? which one? where? I took him to the separate meeting room and briefed him about the recent situation. In a separate room as if he wanted to shout at me, no body can hear. I was really ambarrassed and appologized more than ten times. He was also ambarrassed as he should confirm before leaving his place. He called chairperson in my presence. He was looking at me like he wanted me to leave him alone but I did not. I know if I whould have left him he would have surely complained against me. I kept a strict eye on him thats why he had to talk to her carefully.

For most of the time, I do not give much time to my visitors. But I gave him more than an hour. He told me that he was in Kabul and now their org is in process to start a program regarding development of women entrepreneurs with the coordination of USAID. He was called USAID as USA id while we call it US Aid. Dont know what's the real word but one is the same thing.
I toldhim how much I know about women entrepreneurs and how much I am eager to promote them.......hahahaha.......yea I am becoming little clever na. He seemed very impressed with my emotional speaches and I acted fully to be an emotional pie. ;p

I showed him our whole office from basement to 4rth floor. He was quite impressed. He left after an hour with taking my promise that I would help him whatever he needs in launching his program. I will :)

Whatever's fault it is, I was emabarrassed and my attitude towards him was like compensation my others fault. That's not my fault. He should confirm the program before coming to lahore. bughtay ab by air ticket ka kharcha. And she, the chairperson, why didn't she told him about the new date if whe really wanted him to be here at the Event? She and He are both responsible. I am absolutely innocent.

T and u were kidding me that he would have killed you if were a male. So thank you God for making girl :)

Let me cry please!

I am fully trapped and over burdened in these days. I could not understand to which task I should give more preference. Article on Trade Deficit of Pakistan is important and urgent according to Director as it should be published on website until 1st November. The Open Day Program needs my complete attention and focuss and emergent preference according to the Chairperson (bad demag aurat). Analysis of Investment Policy of Pakistan is a crucial project and it's a matter of my survival in this Org according to K (She's right). GS would complain agains me to the President, if he does not get the minutes of Cottage Industry by today. J has prepared such poor poor minutes. His anrezi is damd bad even than mine. SMEDA and TDAP need their letter before their next breath.

Trapped, trapped, fully trapped :(

You know you are addicted to coffee if ...

You grind your coffee beans in your mouth.
You sleep with your eyes open.
You have to watch videos in fast-forward.
The only time you're standing still is during an earthquake.
You can take a picture of yourself from ten feet away without using the timer.
You've worn out your third pair of tennis shoes this week.
Your eyes stay open when you sneeze.
You chew on other people's fingernails.
The nurse needs a scientific calculator to take your pulse.
You're so jittery that people use your hands to blend their margaritas.
You can type sixty words per minute with your feet.
You can jump-start your car without cables.
You don't sweat, you percolate.
You walk twenty miles on your treadmill before you realize it's not plugged in.
You forget to unwrap candy bars before eating them.
You've built a miniature city out of little plastic stirrers.
People get dizzy just watching you.
Instant coffee takes too long.
You channel surf faster without a remote.
You have a picture of your coffee mug on your coffee mug.
You can outlast the Energizer bunny.
You short out motion detectors.
You don't even wait for the water to boil anymore.
Your nervous twitch registers on the Richter scale.
You help your dog chase its tail.
You soak your dentures in coffee overnight.
Your first-aid kit contains two pints of coffee with an I.V. hookup.
You ski uphill.
You get a speeding ticket even when you're parked.
You answer the door before people knock.
You haven't blinked since the last lunar eclipse.

Guess-My-Age Game

(Scene: House is looking neat and clean. All dressed up. Tea is being served with other accessories. I am in my pink dress with dupata on my head. Three ladies are searching some thing on my face. Yes it's my postmortem).

Lady with kid: What is your name?

I told her.

Lady without kid: When did you complete your M.A.?

Oho she's is going to guess my age. I am not at all conscious about my age. But I always enjoy this Guess-My-Age Game. So I was on my marks.

Me: two or three years before (em' clever naa)
Lady without kid (to mom): How many kids do you have auntie? And what's their age difference?

(Mom replied breifly)

Lady without kid: And this kid? (she pointed towards Hassaan who was hiding behind me)
Mom: He is my elder's daughter's son. She has a daughter too.
Lady without kid: How old the daughter is?

(Mom gave me a guessing look...)

Me: She is 4 years elder than he.
Lady without kid: Fine fine.

(It seems she could not reach to the conclusion).

Lady without kid (to me): So you stay at home all the time after your Masters?
Me: No, I am doing a job.

(I complaint mom in eyes why she didn't tell them).

Lady with kid: Job? (shockingly) where?

I told her.

Lady without kid: where is your office? And what you do there?

I told her address and nature of my work which I am sure flied over her head. But I wanted to say that I am peon there. But I am scared of mom.

Lady without kid: What is your date of birth? (Guess-my-age Game is still going on :) )

Me: 9th July (hahaha she was expert enough to hide her irritation).
Lady without kid: wow you are cancerian too. My elder bhabhi is also cancerian. She (pointed to the lady with kid) and me were also born in July.

I should do some bhangra on this great news.

Lady without kid: What is your year of birth. (she's lost and I won the Guess-My-Age Game)
Me: 82
Lady without kid: Mine is 83. (she told passionately)

I smiled. She didn't notice that it was a dirty smile :)

Lady without kid: I am going to celebrate my 7th wedding aniversary. (replied with same passion)

Bhangraaaa.........but managed with smile.

Task is over.

Lady without kid:we should move now.

And they left. Have I mentioned before that I got really irritant with the extra ordinary beauty of Lady without kid. Her bhabhi was also very pretty. Another important point, their mother did not ask a single question. She did not participate in discussion in my presence. I have to buried my wish to hear her voice.

On that day I was little bit irritated but next day granny and I enjoyed this postmortem alot. Granny told me that some people like these came to see her aunt once. The sister of the boy was same like her. When abba gee asked auntie about her consent, she replied: "baqi tu sab teek hai par woh behan bari kalakaar thi". hahahaha I chose the name 'Kalakaar' for the Lady without kid.

Note: I might delete this post in future. ;p

Islamabad is under attack again!

“A suicide truck bombing destroyed the packed Marriott Hotel in the city of Islamabad, Pakistan, on Saturday night.

The attack, which occurred near the Parliament building and the prime minister's home, killed at least 40 people and wounded another 200, police said.

People were still trapped in the hotel, which burst into flames after the explosion caused a natural gas pipe leak, officials said. The fire was still burning at 2 a.m., six hours after the blast, according to The Associated Press.

Rescuers worked to move bloodied bodies from the hotel but were forced to stop out of fear that the structure could collapse.

Details and the number of fatalities are still unclear because of conflicting initial reports. Officials said one or two vehicles was involved in the attack”.

The news struck all of us and left us speechless. The Live coverage is still haunting me.Oh my country is burning. I cannot take this anymore. Who these people are? How these people are convinced to sacrifise their own life? How these people take the lives so many innocent people? Do they know how many curses they received from the poor grieved relatives of dead people?

They are not muslim. A true muslim can not kill himself and others. They are the astrayed people. I wish they could learn in their life what they would get hereafter for their brutal act.

May Allah give peace to the souls of all deceased persons and give patience (Sabr) to all their relatives and also show them the right path to these astrayed people. Ameen

Marriott Hotel before bomb blast

Days in Office

Quotes of the Day

Nothing makes a person more productive than the last minute.

A conclusion is simply the place where you got tired of thinking.

A Rich Father-in-law Wanted

"If your father is a poor man, it is your fate but,if your father-in-law is a poor man, it's yourstupidity".

I read this phrase some where. It is really very interesting to observe the rising trend of boys (of course singles) and their families in search of some kinda rich or highly influential or bureaucrat or a civil servant or a politician or a mill owner or a landlord etc etc etc type of father-in-law. As far as girls are concerned, all types of gals are warmly welcomed if they fall in the above-mentioned father's category.

Few years back, Muhammad Ali's films and even the choti screen of that time showed us stories of a young man who is full of self respect and does not alter it at any cost even he accepts starving with open heart. We were used to hear such dialogues: "Naila! mijhay tumharay baap ka aik paisa bhi nai chahiay chahay mai bhuka mar jaoon". "mai apnay zoor-e-bazu par apnay karoobar karoon ga”. "Nai daddy! apko apki dualat mubarik ho, hum tu halal ki rukhi sukhi roti bhi kha lein gay paiyaaz k saath (onion) bas apni beiti ka haath meray haath mai de dein". “Abba Jaan! Ye sonay ka mehal aur chandi ke dewarein humein khush nai rakh saktiein, hum tu apni jhoonpari mai hi apni duniya basa lein gay”. On the heroine’s side: “Abba hazoor! Mai Anwar se nahi Amjad se hi shadi karoon gi dualat se har khushi nai khareedi ja sakti”. (jhooti)
It’s a wrong, unrealistic, insensible, indecent, irresponsible, illogical, pessimistic and self-destroying approach, in other words, kusfran-e-nemat. If you are going to have a rich father-in-law, it means you are amongst those few people who are bestowed with special blessings in this life. And those who do not think like that should realize how they could exploit themselves in fact cash themselves.

Lets collect some advantages of having a rich father-in-law:

1-If you’re engaged, try to delay your marriage because you could get as much expensive gifts of your choice as possible before marriage not for yourself only but for your family members too.
2-A splendid marriage, which will surely last forever in the minds of your peer group.
3-Huge expensive dowry, of course that is for their daughter but she would be your wife naa ……hmmm…….and there do not exist any yours and mines in husband wife relationship.
4-A honeymoon tour of your own choice, and you might get the tickets of Switzerland in your salami.
5-A heavy salami that could fill up your empty bank account and pocket (pockets of your shirt, jacket and trousers).
6-How could a daughter of such a rich man can travel without a zero meter car? Of course she needs it not you.
7-You could demand a house of her own just to provide an atmosphere of her home. She will definitely want to have interior as per her taste, that’s not your concern.
8-Who could stand against a telephone call from your father-in-law for your promotion?
9-And who could dare to stop your increment orders? (orders not order)
10-Only the name of your father-in-law is enough to make your business contacts.
11-It will be convenient to admit your kids in a renowned school even if they are nalaik. (fuck to these admission tests and interviews)
12-Celebrate each and every birthday and other functions of your family as your father-in-law find it easy to give some thing special to his daughter’s family.
13-Off and on foreign trips could not be so difficult. His daughter and her kids might get bored.
14-Finances are no problem for your business if you want your own setup nahi tu who will take care of your father-in-law’s business? His family is your family now and you should share his burden and accounts on human and sympathetic basis.

There are numerous benefits of having a rich father-in-law. You can also add more in these.
(Disclaimer: Only pun is intended in this Blog. I know you people are actually serving the rich families with no bad intention, only for social work. Aik din zaroor jaza milay gi.....lagay raho) :D

Unforgettable!!

I have to take few weeks to recover from this incident. It is not at all a comic incident as most of the members expect from me but it is such kind of thing that I can never forget. I can never forget the fear, the helplessness, my consolation and then my prompt re-action.

Few weeks back, I went to Anarkali with my mother for shopping. I usually avoid such over crowed bazaars especially on weekends. And meri kismat that it was a Saturday. As While wandering the Babar Market, I noticed that some was chasing me. I thought it might be my illusion as the market was flooded with all type of people mostly women. But there was some one. I got conscious and started walking carefully. I made my grip stronger on my handbag, and then kept it under my dupata. But my sixth sense was totally alarmed. I could not judge who was behind me. Suddenly, I was severely hit by some one’s shoulder. He was a young man with beard and seemed to me like one of the Talibans who had lost in Anarkali. He tried to hide himself in a nearby shop and succeeded to flee. It was now opened to me that he was not at all interested in my bag but in myself. I thought he would not come again but I was wrong. He remained following me the whole shopping trip. Where ever we went he tried to be with us like our shadow. I tried to be step ahead of my mother but she was extremely busy in the shopping and didn’t notice him and yes I could not tell her.

It was like a mouse cat show. I tried to near to me and each time I dodged him. But he was expert in hitting women that he again hit my shoulder. That time I hardly kept myself from falling. I forgot every thing. The shopping, the chat and dhai bhalla, every thing. I could not explain how much I felt helpless at that moment. I was complaining inside ya Allah I always request you to keep me away from such people but why again?? I was walking like robot behind my mother. I felt myself standing alone there. All my boldness and confidence flew away. I thought how much a woman is helpless that she cannot do any thing against such harassment. I don’t know how but a thought came to my mind that Allah helps those who help themselves. Then I started gathering shattered emotions thinking that what could I do and how?


I saw a policemen walking there. I thought I should tell him but he was already watching my indecently. What can I do?? Thinking thinking and thinking. Oh yes that molvi type man was still behind me and that hide & seek was going on. Now my helplessness turned into anger and then revenge. And some one was yelling inside me to do some thing and that I should not go without taking my revenge.
Shopping was over. Mama was searching for the rickshaw. We had to walk to the bus stop and he was still following us. Mama started negotiating with the rickshaw walay uncle and I was standing on the footpath. I noticed that he was in haste to do some thing again. I said to myself, On your marks, get set……….as he came close to me, I raised all my shopping bags and hit on his face with all my powers. (shopping bags included a water set, plates, shoes, a metal dust bean, etc, means all solid things). It was such a powerful attack that he fell down on the other side of the fence and started bleeding from his nose and mouth. He was shocked and could not move for some time. Then I shouted “you bloody….” Immediately switched to urdu……kuttay ullu k pathay tu kiya samjhta hai mai andhi hoon mijhay kuch pata nai chalta tu nay mijhay samjha kiya….” He gained his consciousness, stood up and fled like a bullet. I was thinking bas itni si baat thi ye mai pehlay kar leti tu shopping trip tu gharat na jata.

Everyone was stunned looking at me that what had happened her suddenly. I felt some one was beating drums in myself. I threw a victorious glance at the people standing there. A group of uni boys also ran away. Hahaha……people kept distance from me…….and mama was kiya hua bag cheen raha tha kiya mijhay kiyun nai bataya…wageira wageira…….she scolded me when we returned home but I was satisfied

The Punjab Govt. took over 400 flourmills

To ensure smooth supply of flour at government approved rates during Ramazan, the Punjab Govt. has taken over 400 flourmills deploying Food Department officials and Police to monitor operations of the mills.

The action has been taken by Mr. CM on the request of district government and the Punjab Food Department to resolve the flour issue. The government has to take the decisive action when owners of flourmills refused to issue atta on govt.’s subsidized rates even in Ramazan. Now flour is available at subsidized rate of Rs 300/20 kg. The mills’ representatives declared this as an ‘occupation’ of private businesses and alleged that district government officials had harassed them through the police. They have created artificial shortage of flour to increase its prices. They deserve such an action.

It is shocking to learn that they have refused to supply flour at subsidized rate in this holy month. It is the tradition around the world that merchants put up things of daily use on sale when any religious or national event arrives, but the situation is totally different in Pakistan. They take this holy month as a month of making profits for the whole year. Not only flourmills, other consumer items also need CM’s attention.

Oil Prices drop down to US$ 103 per barrel as Gustav dissipates

Previously, demand for oil was drastically decreased due to the rise in the prices of crude oil. After the storm was downgraded to a tropical depression, oil market traders quickly turned their attention to slowing global economic growth. It is speculating that demand for crude oil will be dampened even in rapidly expanding economies of China and India, which traders surely do not want.

How this scenario would influence Pakistan’s economy?

-It would affect Pakistan’s economy only if the situation would persist for two weeks. It is expected that oil-producing countries are going to adopt some measures for price stabilization.

-If prices remain at this level or decrease further, Govt. would be able to fulfill its deficits by taking back the oil subsidy.

-If Govt. decides to transfer this relief to public, the prices of oil and its products would definitely decrease and its trickledown effect would leave a healthy impact on Pakistan’s economy.

-Prices of electricity would come down.

-Prices of chemical fertilizers would fall which in turn would decrease the prices of agro-based products.

Oil is the axis of whole economy. Lets see what would be the scenario in coming days.

Ramzan kay rang........ Dr. Amir Liaquat Hussain kay sang

With noorani chehra,
With stylish jerky vocal,
With trendy beard which keeps on changing and
With chic kurtas,

This is the Dr. Amir Liaquat Hussain, the doctor (dont know in which discipline), the scholar and the expert in all affairs of life who is used to hijack GEO during Ramazan.

Democracy Within Our Reach by Mr. Asif Ali Zoordari, a grieved man :(

"My children and I are still mourning our beloved leader, wife and mother, Benazir Bhutto."
"I spent nine years in prison as a hostage to my wife's career and to my party's future.....I wish I could do it at my wife's side. Now I must do it in my wife's place".

"I want to help complete this process. I owe it to my party and my country but above all to my wife, who lost her life striving to make Pakistan free, pluralist and democratic".

"If I am elected president, one of my highest priorities will be to support the prime minister, the National Assembly and the Senate to amend the constitution to bring back into balance the powers of the presidency and thereby reduce its ability to bring down democratic governance".

"I will work to defeat the domestic Taliban insurgency and to ensure that Pakistani territory is not used to launch terrorist attacks on our neighbors or on NATO forces in Afghanistan".
"stand with the United States, Britain, Spain and others who have been attacked".

"I hope that my own democratic election Saturday will seal the victory of democracy over dictatorship and, at long last, allow our country to defeat the terrorist threat and address the people's needs".

Who has drafted this article?

Sources:
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/09/03/AR2008090303131.html

A hypocrite or a double-faced man

Mr. Aitzaz Ahsan is a very learned lawyer, a great orator and an impressive activist. I really like his spontaneous and blunt way of talking. His stanch struggle shook the nation and created a soft corner in their hearts. His determination is truly remarkable.

His struggle is against the government who is not willing to restore the previous judiciary. He is strongly criticizing the government’s recent act of reappointing the judges of their own choice.
But “Zardari is still his leader and he would like to die instead of leaving the PPP”.

And “his commitment to the lawyers’ movement would continue till his last breath. He says that his struggle is against the government not against his party. As far as my knowledge is concerned, his own party is in power. Then with whom he is fighting against?

The contradiction of his views is confusing me. I am not convinced by any of his argument. I have no other choice except calling one of my favourite personality a ‘hypocrite and a double-faced man’.

Dr Shahid Masood PTV Chairman Pay Package Announced by PPP

The Establishment Division on Monday issued an ambiguous notification explaining the package and remunerations of the newly-appointed chairman-cum-managing director of the state-owned Pakistan Television Corporation (PTV).

The salary and perks goes as:

• Salary: Rs. 700,000 per month (with annual raise of Rs. 50,000)
• House Rent: Rs. 150,000 per month
• Utility Allowances: Rs. 25,000 per month
• Free mobile phone, two residence telephones and one fax
• Business class tickets for national and international travels.
• Recreational allowance, according to the situation.
  

He will be paid Rs 50,000 extra to that of the package of the previous MD as he would also hold the office of the PTV chairman.

Read more:

http://www.daily.pk/national/nationalnews/5106.html?task=view
http://www.chowrangi.com/package-of-dr-shahid-masood-as-chairman-and-md-ptv.html

Prevaiz Musharraf, the President of Pakistan, has resigned

Finally after immense pressure, Musharraf gave his resignation. What would happen next? No onw knows. But one fact is quite clear that a smaller robber has been with a bigger looter. Story is same, only characters would change. People here in Pakistan are quite happy and celebrating it. They have done same when Nawaz Sharif left in 1999. History repeates itself.

My obssession to ring doorbells

You might consider it childish but I love to enjoy some childish things even at this age .  Yes I love to ring others doorbells. If I recall, my this hobby started when I was a little gal . At the beginning my younger bro and I were used to do so. Our neighbors remained complaining about it. We were so famous for this activity in our locality.
I do remeber that I learnt bicycling very earlier. ‘A’ was a little baby and he did not have any company, so it was my duty to accompany him in every good and bad. It is also a fact that all bad things did happen due to me.  I dont know but he was a shy boy and I was his bold elder sis, I always had to protect him every where. It would be not wrong if I call myself ‘mai munda’ . And I do look like boys.

Anyways, I used to ride bicycle with A and went for long distant ’sair’. In this sair, we were used to ring others’ doorbells. We were obssessed about it. I dont know why.

My craze remain as it is even I started going to university. We all friends used to ring the doorbells in college residential area. I do remember once I put my finger on a doorbell of one of my professor and his pet dog started barking from the bushes. We got so scared that we run screaming
This hobby does not finish yet. So what if I joined the office, it doesn’t mean my nature should change as well. I do enjoy this hobby whenever I get the chance.

Maybe baby!

The SWOT column (I like this very simple but informative article).
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Sahar Ali

Ah, the miracles of science! Just two years ago, I woke up one morning to the ringing of the alarm bell on my biological clock reminding me that my chances of motherhood were ticking away. I was a few days short of 35, and began to firmly believe that the tide of my fertility was ebbing away. So I wrote "Maybe, baby not" – one of my earlier SWOT columns which began with the lyrics of "So Long, Farewell" from The Sound of Music and explained how the 'sad sort of ringing from the clocks in the hall' and 'the bells in the steeple too', and 'up in the nursery an absurd little bird' while 'popping up to say cuckoo' were regretfully telling me to 'say goodbye' to my dreams of having a baby. The song isn't about babies and the not having of them at all. But that morning of 2006, with the bewitched age of 35 looming, my menstrual cramps set off alarm bells which stirred and shook me from my slumber to face the prospect of childlessness post-35.

Two years on, I'm happy to report that hope has sprung eternal! Another ringing of bells happened two weeks ago to give me hope anew that I shouldn't lose hope – not just yet. This pealing of bells happened on a recording of a TV chat show I host on a local channel. As part of an episode about twins, the learned and experienced gynaecologist explained some basic female biology. It appears that our eggs – the ones that when fertilized by sperm produce an embryo that eventually develops into a cuddly creature that brings us gurgling laughter and smelly poop by equal measure – are made when we are in our mothers' wombs. These eggs are at their prime when we are between the ages of 25 and 35. This is the ideal reproductive age of a woman when she is at her fertile best. But like all products, the eggs have a shelf life – a 'best before' date. Which, it turns out, is 35 (surprise, surprise). The quality of the 'product' – the aforementioned eggs – begins thereafter to decline. And this qualitative downturn is one of the reasons why twin births happen.

The phenomenon of identical twins (as opposed to fraternal or non-identical) occurs when the egg suddenly splits after fertilization. The splitting happens because of an inferior quality egg, said the learned gynaecologist. Hence, women over the age of 35 are far more likely to have twins. And it isn't just biology that's enabling. Science too has increased women's reproductive years through fertility treatments. Cases in point are Julia Roberts who's trying for another set of twins via in vitro fertilization and J Lo, who's also rumoured to have undergone fertility treatment for Emme and Max!

If this isn't a baby boom, I don't know what is! Two years ago, I thought I couldn't have even a single baby. Now it seems, I will likely have two! Whoa! Hurray? Yippeeee!

Although God knows why anyone would want to bring a baby into a place where cows go mad and chickens give us the flu, and where Kaun Banega Prime Minister is a real-life political drama not a reality TV game show. Although, on the bright side, since I share a neighbourhood with a federal minister and a provincial chief minister, we do have power 24/7. Too bad I can't pop out a baby pronto, or even set about making one, to cash in on this five-year power cut break. No matter. I know someone who's expecting a stork delivery. And you know what the best part is? She's single. Ok, now don't get all horrified. Let me explain.

My anonymous single friend is bringing home a baby. The nursery is ready. A maid has been hired. She's even had maternity leave approved. The baby arrives in less than a fortnight. It will be a huge change, but one that she has been waiting to embrace for the past four years. Sadly, she cannot legally adopt a child. So it's her brother's baby she's bringing home. In a country where children are brought into this world often to be packed off to a carpet factory where they crouch and inhale fibres that destroy their lungs, or sent off to the Gulf to be strapped on to the backs of camels that either genitally mutilate them forever if they're lucky, or trample them underfoot if they're not, I think it is a criminal offence not to allow single women to adopt babies. Anyone capable of providing love, a nutritious diet, an education, and a home to the dozens of babies abandoned in Edhi centres across the country, or murdered and dumped in garbage heaps should be enabled rather than discouraged.

But let's not dwell on unhappy facts. I'm absolutely thrilled that she has a family who is sensitive to her emotional needs and her maternal desires. And I want to congratulate her and wish mommy and baby happy bonding.

And I too have reason to celebrate. My fertility has a new lease on life and I can stop getting all confused about which nieces and nephews should inherit my postcard collection, tinga tinga art and signed copy of In The Line of Fire. Coz one of these years, I may actually pop out a pooping Tom or Tehmina, or one of each.

And just in case, just in case, I miss the boat again I can always consider adoption. As my niece Mariam, newly 8, said to me the other day, "Phuppo, when we move into our apartment, can you come live with us?"

"Who will live with Abboo then?" I asked her. We both call my father Abboo.

"I'll stay back with Abboo," my sister-in-law Maliha piped in.

"And you can be ours!" suggested Mariam, speaking for herself and her sibling Hana, 4.

I smiled and thought, yes, I'm up for adoption.

The writer is an occasional journalist and full-time development communicator as country representative of Panos South Asia in Pakistan. Email: saharali@hotmail.co
http://www.thenews.com.pk/daily_detail.asp?id=107034

Intellegence vs Hard Work

Due to loadshedding, cable is used to go down and we have to watch Ptv. In a morning show of Ptv today, they had invited a female dermatologist. While giving the intro speech by the host, she, the doc, was the gold medolist since FSC. She was the topper in King Edward Medical college. The host asked her about the feed which she had taken to maintain her high grades and Doc replied that I was and I am a very hard working girl. And that there might be some thing extraordinary in my genes.

Here comes the point which I use to think on. Does hard working defeat the intellegence?
I did not try to get a quick answer to this question. I think by the time, I am getting too close to its answer or I might already be answered. Let's see.

Flower Show at Jinnah Garden, Lahore

Current Mood: Feeling good :)

Last week, we U, T and me visited Flower Show at Jinnak Garden's Baradari in Lahore. It was a good event. Lahore's Governor visited the place. Many stalls from universities, colleges and flowers' nursuries were making the place beautiful. We visited the whole place and got exhusted the sun was at ful boom. But it was a fun out there.

The Quaid-e-Azam Library

That's the beautiful flowery gal........dancing I think...





Some people had the decore for wedding there. The follwoinf is for menhdi:

For Menhdi again and I liked it very much. We decided to sit there and have some pics. U was not ready for that but T managed to take her forcefully. In all this shor sharaba, the owner fo the decor came there, snubbed us :( and didn't let us to take any pic of sitting there. Anyhow see these emty sitted pics:

I titled this decor "Jhinga Lala Lu"

And it is a beautifull Paalki

Flowery Wind Chimes

I am fed up of being myself

Current Mood: Irritant :x

I am tired of being what I am. I dont know what happend to me? But I really feel restless. I think I am going through a deep depression but why is it so? I dont exactly know. And when you dont know the reason of your sickness, it made you more sick and that what I am.
I could not do my work properly. I dont even remember how many days before deadline of my project has been passed. It is more terrible when i cannot make mind to restart it knowing that I am going to trapped in a big trouble.

That is the proof how i make myself trapped in some thing. I was thinking that most of problem are self generated but I could negate the fact that people around me generously contributed to these and some how I myself welcomed them. Remainings lie in my fate.....ehhhhh.....I want to leave every thing and my oooold desire to leave for Makkah is getting more stronger. I wish i could go there for never coming back.

I am trying very very hard to save myself from disappointment through namaz, quarran-e-paak, hadith, family and friends' company ,etc etc etc. I think it is only Allah who can make me calm inshAllah and I am anxiously waiting for that time.

Jinnah's New Republic

Article posted January 9, 2008 (December 13, 1947 issue)


(http://www.thenation.com/doc/19471213/pakistan)

By

Andrew Roth



Karachi, November 15

ITS creator and governor general, M. A. Jinnah, has described Pakistan as "the biggest Moslem state... and the fifth biggest sovereign state in the world." Though the second point might be disputed, Pakistan is unquestionably worthy of attention, for it is situated just where the Anglo-American and Soviet orbits touch in the strategic Central Asian theater.


Seldom has a new state been created under such contradictory pressures or with such a load of full-grown problems. Control of the government is vested in a few top officials, supported by a powerful bureaucracy, but Britain has a say in matters of defense, finance, and foreign policy. Already the government is shot through with corruption and nepotism. Social life is dominated by Mohammedan concepts, including the subjection of women. The structure of the state, however, has not yet had time to harden, and internal strains may reshape it in another image.



Although Mr. Jinnah exaggerates when he describes his dominion as "blessed with enormous resources and potentialities," Pakistan is undoubtedly "workable" economically. With an: area of 230,000 square miles, one-fourth larger than 1933 Germany, it has a population of 70,000,000, about the same number as 1933 Germany. It produces an agricultural surplus and can export part of its wheat and rice and a good deal of its valuable jute crop. It also has some oil and chromite and considerable potential water power. Industrially it is the most backward part of the whole under-industrialized subcontinent. There are scattered woolen, cement, sugar, and cotton mills, but cloth and most other manufactured goods must be imported; some 85 per cent of the raw jute of all India is grown in Pakistan, but the jute mills are in Calcutta. Pakistan has no known coal or iron and only one modern port, Karachi. The people are largely illiterate; only 4 per cent can read as against 12 per cent in India. Among the well-educated, here as in India, are too many lawyers and too few engineers.


Close and friendly relations with the Indian dominion seem essential to the development of Pakistan's potentialities. The Congress Party, indeed, finally agreed to partition, after years of deadlock, partly in the belief that Pakistan could not exist as a separate state. "Let them have their Pakistan," it was argued, "if they'll take it without the eastern Punjab and without Calcutta and western Bengal. They won't have any coal, capital, or industries, and we can throttle them economically. After a few years they'll come crawling back!" This attitude, although not shared by the entire Congress high command, has certainly pervaded the partition operations. In the division of assets the Moslems have had to make a separate fight for virtually every typewriter and ream of paper. Difficulties have even been raised over the handling of mail.


Pakistan's economic troubles have been immeasurably increased by the bloody communal conflicts and the resulting influx of refugees. Almost every Moslem League leader from Mr. Jinnah down believes that this refugee inundation was part of a plot to swamp the Pakistan government before it could get established. "I'm sure that Nehru isn't a party to this plot," one declared, "but I'm just as sure that it is the backing of Patel [India's Home Minister] and Baldev Singh [the Defense Minister and a Sikh]."


With enormous problems, Pakistan has only a very ordinary set of leaders to cope with them. The brilliant Mr. Jinnah, of course, must be excepted, but he is over seventy and has been in poor health since a severe pneumonia attack two years ago. His voice can barely be heard ten feet away, and he chose to become governor general rather than premier partly because it was an easier post. He has repeatedly told subordinates, "I have done my part of the job; I've given you Pakistan. It is up to you to build it."


Premier Liaqat Ali Khan is a competent administrator with the conservative social views of a typical feudal landlord and a strong belief in a political and economic alliance with Great Britain. He had to chose a man of technical ability for his Finance Minister but the other members of his Cabinet are all mediocrities. So farfetched was the appointment of the Calcutta hide merchant, Faziur Rahman, as Minister of the Interior and Education that an old friend, seeing him in a front seat at the Independence Day celebrations, cried out, "You're in the wrong row; that's for the Cabinet!" Top officials are in the main from the landlord class, with a sprinkling of lawyers and merchants. The sole modern-minded industrialist in the dominion, Hassan Ispahani, is being sent out of the way as ambassador to the United States. Provincial officials are of the same kind: the Punjab Premier is the Khan of Mamdot, the province's largest landholder.


Considerable opposition to this leadership is manifesting itself, although it is still unorganized. After 1944, when the Moslem League became a mass movement, clerks, small shopkeepers, mechanics, and poor peasants thronged to its meetings, and it was they who finally obtained partition. Many of them were recruited through religious appeals; others through the promise of better living conditions. The economic discontent formerly directed against the commercially dominant Hindus and Sikhs--it still provides much of the fuel for the Moslem arson gangs--is gradually being turned against the wealthy Moslem League leaders. The story is told that when Mumtaz Daultana, the brains of the West Punjab ministry, went to his huge Multan estate in August, his Moslem tenants, all staunch League members, congratulated him on the achievement of Pakistan, and landlord and tenants feasted together. But a pall was thrown over the festivities when a peasant asked, "When will the land be given to us?" This question is being asked repeatedly, for agrarian reforms have been promised by the League.


Similar resentment against the rich is voiced in the towns. A Moslem clerk who is the local secretary of the League in his ward is made conscious of social differences when he goes from his filthy, overcrowded tenement home to the palatial residence of the provincial leader. At a recent meeting in Lahore a fervent young Leaguer exclaimed, "The rich are finished! Let us shoot them!"

Some of this radicalism is spontaneous; some of it is the work of the progressives in the League, who are influential throughout Pakistan but especially in the Punjab. These agitators are usually well-educated, modernminded young people with a war-gained knowledge of foreign countries, a strongly nationalist point of view, and a liberal approach to social problems, including the position of women. One of the most prominent is Mian Iftikharud-Din, known as "Ifti," a wealthy, radical Moslem who was formerly president of the Congress Party in the Punjab and twice jailed by the British. Now publisher of the Pakistan Times and a member of the Constituent Assembly, he is looked up to by young, progressive Moslems but kept at a distance by League leaders. The tactics of the young progressives have reached a stratum of Moslems never before interested, and at Lahore and Peshawar there have been mass demonstrations of Moslem women clad in the ghostly looking white burqas, a cover-all garment with a net eye-slit which enables orthodox Moslem women to appear in public without being seen. The League leaders welcomed such mass support in fighting for Pakistan--although many had prejudices against women in politics--but now they are embarrassed by the claims of the awakened and demanding millions.


During the Lahore riots some of the inflamed young Moslems asked the League progressives for guidance. "We tried to slow them down," a leftist Moslem leader said, "but we couldn't oppose them openly. The Communists attacked us for this, saying we could not be considered progressive if we did not openly fight Moslem communalism, but we know that would have meant isolating ourselves from our people."


A major conflict is now looming over the question of how closely Pakistan should be tied to Britain. Nationalist-minded Pakistanis, among whom are most of the young people and the new League rank and file, are dismayed by the number of Britons in the administration. Three of the five provincial governors, five of the nine departmental secretaries, and all the high officers of the armed forces are British. Informed nationalists think it necessary to keep certain Britons for their technical skills but do not want this to be carried too far. Army officers do not object to serving under British generals temporarily, but are concerned that the army should continue to be equipped solely with British materiel and indignant that promotions have been left in British hands. Some nationalists charge that when Premier Liaqat Ali Khan was in London a year ago he committed Pakistan to remaining within the British economic sphere.


In the Punjab even the League right-wingers are anti-British, because the British governor there kept the League out of office for over a year and because the boundary award is considered unfair. In consequence a substantial number of Britons have been dismissed, but many of these have turned up with the central government at Karachi. The railway specialist, A. G. Hall, for example, was put out by the Punjab government but is now director general of railways for all Pakistan. To protests about the great number of Britons in the Pakistan service, the Premier is reported to have replied: "Before the transfer of power Lord Mountbatten had both the League and the Congress members of the interim government promise to keep on all British officials who wanted to stay and against whom we could not make a specific case." It is interesting to note that of those who have stayed, the great majority have chosen to serve in Pakistan. While this may be due in part to the fact that opportunities are greater in the less-advanced state, there is certainly a feeling among the British that although India will probably declare its independence, Pakistan may be kept within the empire. The likelihood is enhanced by the character of the League leaders, almost none of whom are known for militant nationalism.


Since Pakistan's establishment, League officers have been cautious about declaring where they stand with respect to the conflict between Russia and the West. Pakistan is nearer to the Soviet border than to either Britain or the United States, and substantial segments of public opinion show an interest in the U. S. S. R. Even orthodox Moslems are watching developments in the Soviet Moslem areas, such as Bokhara, which are close to Pakistan culturally as well as geographically. Not all the League progressives are pro-Communist, but many seem to feel that some sort of socialism, usually referred to as "Islamic socialism," is necessary to make Pakistan a strong modern state. There would certainly be overwhelming opposition to allowing Britain and the United States to use Pakistan's military strength or strategic position to further their own designs.


The future of the Moslem League is already a subject of dispute. Old League officers, fearing that the impoverished Moslems will follow the progressives if the government does not soon grant their demands, are tending to abandon the organization which brought them to power and to rely increasingly on the bureaucracy which they inherited from the British and on their new powers of bribery through job distribution. Moslem religious leaders are attacking young, modern-minded progressives as "anti-Islamic," and telling the women to forget about politics and go back into purdah. But it is not easy to turn back the clock. "We have learned that even women have power, and they can't make us forget it," said a Lahore housewife to me.

A Woman's Prayer

Current Mood: Refreshing :)

Now I lay me
Down to sleep
I pray the Lord
My shape to keep.
Please no wrinkles
Please no bags
And Please lift my butt
Before it sags.
Please no age spots
Please no gray
And as for my belly,
Please take it away.
Please keep me healthy
Please keep me young,
And thank you Dear Lord
For all that you've done.

Dreams

Under the mild morning sun
trying to hide behind the clouds
smell the fresh flowers that bloomed in your dreams
The musky breezes smear perfume all around your neck
and feel the leaves touching your skin making ripples on your soul
Feel the tender twigs brush your hair
and twines teasing the toes that twitch
and tremble in blushing ecstasy
With the morning drizzle dripping scandalously on your soft shoulders
rolling down your shivering back
comes the rainbow with colors trickling down your dreams.