A quick post

I needed a certificate of Medium of Instruction from my last institute. So I went to my College during lunch break today. Guards on main gate told me that I would have to take the visitor pass first from the other gate, which is at the 15-minute walk. So I had to go there after requesting them to let me in. Guards on the other gate issued me a visitor pass after checking my ID card and let me in. They told me that the college is at higher security alert and I would have to show my visitor pass even to enter a department. I entered the college remembering the old days when we needed not to ask any permission. Khair when I entered the premises, I was like ‘Am I at the right place?’

My session was 2002-04. It was a public institute then. In 2003, it became privatized. I still remember how much disturbed that year were. We spent one year as student of a public institute and one year as private. Just in one year, the difference was more than visible. The new administration changed the whole faculty and we got the chance to study under the supervision of foreign qualified teachers. They did not increase our fees because we were the last batch and they would had to face severe protest from the students. But they never happened to own us completely as they had to accept us unwantedly. Khair we gave damn to these looters who increased the fees four times more to ours. I heard that the standard of education do rise but how much I don’t know exactly. But I remain grateful to them for letting us learn from such faculty who has left an irreversible influence on us. What I am today or what I want to become tomorrow is just because those remarkable teachers which a public institute was unable to provide us.

In that one year of being autonomous, they had started restructuring the college which has now earned a status of University. I never understood what the hell it is ‘Government College University’, ‘Lahore College for Women University’, Forman College University, etc why don’t they keep only university?

Forgot again what I was going to share. The College or uni whatever it is now has been completely changed. I went there after almost 4 years. There was approximately three to four newly built buildings, all renovated buildings, nicely trimmed gardens, new marble floors, new parking areas, new paints, new faces, ever thing is new there. Students were busy in basketball and swimming, yes the swimming pool which was dogs house in our time.

I was completely lost there. I had to ask for the administration office. The staff was quite efficient and they dealt me inspite of their lunch break. Thanks to them. I wanted to take some pictures but could not do so because of heavy security. I will take pics when I’ll go to collect the certificate. I loved to stay there just for few minutes. I loved the new change I longed for. I wish we were still there to study in such a luxurious college. I hope they will strive hard to improve the standard of the education also so that children would not find need to go abroad for study.

Decisions

Some decisions are difficult to make and it is more difficult to stick with them.

It seems difficult but not impossible. Impossible is nothing. While taking the decision, we do have the fear that we may not be upto it after some time or the decision may itself be wrong. But when you are sure that your decision is quite sound and rational, you make yourself half satisfied. Half satisfaction depends on your determination and consistency to your decision. Well it's the most difficult part, yes not impossible but difficult. You have to force yourself to be glued to your decision. Not because you are stubborn, it is because your decision would save many people from irreparable loss. It seems difficult at the beginning but then decisions make their own way. In all this struggle, you are the only one who gets emotionally bruised and remain unnoticed but satisfied.

Dream On!!

Everytime that I look in the mirror
All these lines on my face gettin clearer
The past is gone
It went by like dust to dawn
Isn’t that the way
Everybody’s got their dues in life to pay

I know what nobody knows
Where it comes and where it goes
I know its everybody’s sin
You got to lose to know how to win

Half my life is in books written pages
Live and learn from fools and from sages
You know its true
All the things come back to you

Sing with me, sing for the years
Sing for the laughter, sing for the tears
Sing with me, if its just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good lord will take you away

Dream on,
Dream yourself a dream come true
Dream until your dream come true

Dream on

Vocalist: Aerosmith

May 27, 2009, Lahore Bomb Blast

I think it was 10:45, when our building shivered with a powerful jolt. It shuddered first, then we heard the voice of blast and tattering of glasses. I cannot explain in words that jerking and blast. For some time, i went blank. There was nothing in my mind to think upon. I was just waiting my building to fall down. After few second when i felt that nothing would happen now, I stood up from my chair and went to my colleague who was still in shock. I took her to the middle of the floor as our seats are set near wall high glass windows. First I thought that our underconstruction upper floor had fallen down, then i thought of earth quake. Then a man shouted 'bomb blast, see that smoke in the sky'.

Although my hands were shivering but I managed to take these pics. Sorry for being blurry :)

I captured it from my window:

All the staff evacuated immediately from the building. The red building which you can see behind the parking area is one of the main police stations of Lahore. We remain at risk with them. It comprises the police station, the main women police station and a big police hostel:

Our reception:

The glass wall was half collapsed.

Mehboob

I signed in the blog and started thinking to write some thing but couldn’t find any thing worthy. I was about to log out when a topic abruptly came into my mind and i.e. Mehboob. I know you have started guessing what it could be, the typical mehboob thingy or some thing else. You guys are cheeky hahaha. Let’s see what it is actually.

Before starting the post, some questions should be necessarily answered:

What is the meaning of Mehboob?

It means ‘beloved’ or ‘darling’ or ‘sweetheart’, etc etc.

Who is Mehboob?

He is a guy :p hehehe

Why I am writing on him?

Well when I was striving hard to find out any topic, he came to me, handed over few papers, smiled with his wide teeth and went away. And I got the topic. Thanks to him. He might have heart attack if learns that i have dedicated one of my post to him.

The Post begins:

Mehboob is a tall and thin guy with ajeeb o ghareeb moustaches. He is very hard working and devoted. He remains active and smiling the whole day. He is very sincere and tries to help everyone beyond his job description. He smiles like a little child who probably have lost his milky teeth. He works in our office as a photocopier. Well other offices do not hire spare individuals for mere photocopy machine but our Org has the honor to decrease the unemployment in the world in this period of employees’ retrenchment by hiring three photocopiers. No no it’s not because our photocopy machines are of lower quality and remain out of order most of the time, it is because our Org wants to do some social work as well, separate of its own dirty business. No other photocopier is worthy to mention but ‘Mehboob’. Now the question would arise in your mind that ‘Why Mehboob is worthy to mention?’ And the answer is because he’s Mehboob, I mean because of his unusual name.

The truth is that I HATE HIS NAME. I HATE HIM JUST BECAUSE OF HIS NAME. What a stupid name he has got? …..and don’t say it is not his fault, his parents might have chosen this name for him but he could, blah blah… I am not going to listen anything…..

Oh God…..you cant imagine how much I find it difficult to call him when I need him. Errr…. imagine, I am standing in the middle of the floor and calling him ‘Mehbooooob’ and he comes with a big smile on his face. His smile irritates me. It seems that he enjoys on calling with this name especially by the girls. Damn it! Can you believe we have also a person with the name ‘Dildaar’. Thank God he is not in my department.

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Sometimes names create chaos. We come across many names, which make us confused to understand whether the person is male, or a female. I mean what’s the logic behind choosing such type of names. Parent get so much excited while choosing the names for their kids. They try to find out any unusual name. I can understand their excitement but why other innocent people have to pay for their excitement and unusualness. Jump to the third port of the post.

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We occasionally arrange training programs and workshops for the skill development. Certificates and shields are distributed in such programs. In one of such program, we faced a terrible situation just because of a confusing name. On the day of workshop, an angry gentleman was shouting on my assistant and the poor assistant was in miserable condition. The matter came to me:

Me: What happened Sir?

He: what you people are doing here? Are you professionals?

Me: Sir! May I ask what wrong we have done?

He: Is he assisting you?

Me: Yes

He: So you are the real responsible. See my certificate (he showed me his certificate), it tells me I am a female.

I saw the certificate glimmering the name “Saria” and then I looked at that 6’2 ft tall man. What could I say? I can’t tell you how much my uncontrollable smile had cost me.

I think i am back :)

Well as some silly fellows say, 'the show must go on', so as my life. I am more than alright now and have completely over-come my condition believing that everything happens for a reason. I have no control over things but I can prepare myself to face everything in my life which is going to happen.

And and and I am now seriously planning for my career. Yes I am already settled but that's not my destination. There are many other hieghts that I still want to touch. InshaAllah with the help of Allah, I will be successful soon. I have diverted my whole attention on this point now.

So PhD is my destination. What i am gonna do is to move forward step by step keeping in mind 'slowly and steady wins the race'. This year I would try to take all the tests which are required for scholarships abroad.

I am in consultaion with my teachers, seniors and elders to draw a framework for achieving my goal. If some one has any advice, please do share with me.

So wish me best of luck and do pray for me :)

Cya

Kauz Ephekt

Oh Gosh! crying may create crumples on face :|