Make someone smile and receives tons of happiness...

I woke up on 12th of November with not a very fresh and stress free mind as i usually do. A day before my father was shot in the leg during a robbery. Luckily he received a bruise from the bullet and successfully enough he saved 20 lac rupees of his company which were installed in his waist under the belt. I couldn't sleep that night till 5am, scared and petrified by the thought that what if my father was hurt badly? Health being another issue which was causing me to stay wide awake. And another personal problem kept me up as well, i tried really hard to solve it there and then but i wasn't successful to a certain extent.
All of it summed up to a very disturbing day before what was coming for me. I had to go to SIUT to volunteer for Children'd Day event Organized by Pakistan Youth Forum. All baffled up, depressed and sick i went to my father and told him about my commitment to the event. He approved without a shimmer of thoughts, otherwise he is very peculiar about me going out and at a time when he had gone through such a appalling shock. I started preparations.
I texted my friends to see else who was coming. Only two positive replies came.
Finally i was at the entrance of SIUT and with a very confused yet trying to focus mentality i went in and saw my mate who was the head organizer of the event ready to welcome me with a smile. That was the start of all the smiles that i was going to receive and an opportunity for me to spread smiles. I was then told by her to go to the auditorium and help with blowing up the balloons and see if anyone else needed help. On the fifth floor i met Fahad, the creator, the mentor and the man behind the concept of Pakistan Youth Forum. He introduced me to other members.
Then i was shown into the auditorium where i met three young and energetic O'level student who were blowing up the balloons ( trust me they didn't knew how to blow up a balloon quickly and how to tie it up lol ). But yet again they were trying. Later events marked a University mate's younger sister coming in to help and then another childhood friend of mine joined in.
Then came the time when i was surprised and felt crying on the view that I saw. What i expected, it was the complete opposite of it. The children who were to be entertained were between the age groups of 8 to 10 on average. They were so young that they couldn't even understand what was happening to them. And going through such a strict and hard treatment of dialysis was not easy for even a young person. But these small angels of GOD were facing the trauma of their life at an age when their innocence is the only thing that they have. One questions kept hovering my mind, " The treatment and the state of the arts facilities that they were receiving FREE OF COST left no question of their health going from good to better but how would they be able to come out of mental stress that the sickness has caused?"
The event started by the screening of the movie "RIO" for the children. It was the start of smiles for them. We distributed flowers, balloons and other playing stuff. Some of them had to leave early for dialysis or operations. And some had to get the new bandage done.
Then there was a magic show which involved the children into magical illusions and they were in fits of laughter and enjoyed like hell. The innocent smiles seemed so heavenly on their careless faces. For a moment they had forgotten their pain and anguish they were going through.
The next thing was to visit the wards and children were given face paintings. That was the time when we came in contact with the children and their parents individually. Stories told were quite distressing. And when the children were questioned about what they fell they had one answer "ghar jana hai" (I want to go home). That was the time i felt i was living a life that was so blessed with all the happiness and Graces for ALLAH ALMIGHTY.
Later children were offered lunch which they enjoyed because many of them were not allowed to have anything else than "BEEMARI WALA KHANA"
THE LESSON that i learnt from what i experiences was that ALLAH wanted to test me to see that do i have the mental endurance to smile without any worry even when i had so many things to think about. Another thing that came to my mind was that HE ALMIGHTY wanted to show me that making someone happy can bring a smile on your face too. Lastly, the conclusion that i deduces was that life is too short to think and worry about things.What has to happen will definitely happen because it was meant to happen. The only thing you can do is sit back and relax, TRUST IN ALLAH and make up your mind that if i get even a second with a chance to make someone happy I WILL.

The Shift...Blunder or Loyalty to the state?

When Pakistan emerged on the world map, Quaid-e-Azam laid stress on the creation of a State Bank in 1948 and it became operational on 1st July 1948; because he knew the importance of a strong and prosperous economy for an impending affluent state of Pakistan.

Pakistan was born with a centrally planned economy where state directs the economy. It is an economic system in which the central government controls industry such that it makes major decisions regarding the production and distribution of goods and services. Privatization is the conception of Free Market Economy in which the prices of goods and services are determined in a free price system which offers prices in accordance with the demand and supply of products. It was introduced in Pakistan in the late 1980’s to increase efficiency of the industries and create a competitive market in Pakistan so as to improve quality at a reduced price through innovative cost-efficient methods.

What we observe in the world as free market economy today it is thought of being used by our politicians for widening their circle of greed. There is a general perception that Privatization for the sake of expanding the scale of corruption was the motive of many governments. But if we analyze the performance of Privatized institutions we see a very contrasting picture. Some institutions have rendered marvelous results while other carried on to the path of demise.

During 2002 and 2003, government started preparation for KESC’s (Karachi Electric Supply Corporation) privatization, which eventually finalized on November 29, 2005 with a 71% transfer of ownership to a consortium of the Saudi Al-Jomaih Group of Companies and Kuwait’s National Industries Group (NIG), with the government still retaining a 26% stake. The privatized consortium was unable to improve the Company’s financial and operational crisis. The privatization of KESC has left us into fits. Since the privatization of KESC we have had an increase of nearly 200% in the price of per unit of electricity and it keeps on increasing till today without any betterment in the quality of delivery.

But if we observe the privatization of PTCL, we observe that since privatization PTCL has emerged as a comparatively stronger product in the market as its graph was going down day by day before the manifestation of ETISILAT (which is an Abu Dhabi based company).

It has developed itself as a strong competitor in the Telecommunication and Broadband industry. The experience of ETISILAT played an important role in this accession of quality.

Now if we observe the Privatization of Pakistan Steel Mills we see clear and evident indications of corruption in the whole process. The consortium involving Saudi Arabia-based Al Tuwairqi Group of Companies submitted a winning bid of $362 million for a 75% stake in Pakistan Steel Mills Corporation (PSMC) at an open auction held in Islamabad. the consortium of Saudi Arabia-based Al Tuwairqi Group of Companies, Russia's Magnitogorsk Iron & Steel Works and local firm Arif Habib Securities paid a total Rs21.6 billion ($362 million), or Rs16.8 per share, to take control of Pakistan's largest steel manufacturing plant..Lowering the costs of a share from Rs. 17.43 to Rs. 16.18 without assigning any reason was a reason that forced Supreme Court to take “Suo Moto” action against its privatization. And it stated in its verdict that “A constitutional court would be failing in its duty if it does not interfere to rectify the wrong, more so when valuable assets of the nation are at stake,”

Likewise the privatization of our banking sector also yielded some good results that have raised the standards of our economy. Banking sector turned profitable in 2002. Their profits continued to rise for the next five years and peaked to Rs 84.1 billion ($1.1 billion) in 2006. Pakistan's banking sector has remained remarkably strong and resilient during the world financial crisis in 2008–09.The credit card market continued its strong growth with sales crossing the 1 million mark in mid-2005. The Federal Bureau of Statistics provisionally valued this sector at Rs. 311.741 million in 2005 thus registering over 166% growth since 2000.

In Pakistan, the shift from a command economy to a market economy is proving to be so fluctuating because the shift is very ambiguous. There are many factors that play an important role in strengthening the roots of Free Market Economy in state. In a society like Pakistan’s, with substantial corruption, privatization allows the government currently in power and its backers to siphon a large portion of the entire net present value of state assets away from the public and into the accounts of their favored power brokers. Without privatization, corrupt officials would have to slowly harvest their corrupt earnings over time. Efficient privatization depends on their being on a very low level of corruption. Also corrupt governments borrow extensively to engage in spending on overly favorable contracts with their backers (or on subsidies or other giveaways). In the end, the public is left with a government that taxes them heavily, and gives them nothing in return. Debt repayment is enforced by international agreements and agencies such as the IMF. Infrastructure and upkeep is sacrificed - leading to a further decay in the economic efficiency of the country over time.

On the concluding note, the shift is very perplexing for a country like Pakistan. Corrupt governments use it to fill their bags of interest, while if a state’s welfare oriented government is brought into power it will still face the problems of transition. What we need to do is go for the second option as it gives us a flicker of hope that a strong economy is a dream that can come to reality for Pakistan.

A Country's Government being managed like a Family Business...

When one goes through the history of Pakistan, one comes across many political parties which ran the system of the country. Three of them forming the majority of ruling time. Without taking names when we scratch the prize token of history we find that we only had pin-pointing to the former government, rise in corruption, poverty, inflation and HOLIDAYS as a prize bestowed in the package of impending promises of success. When we compare the progress of one government with the other, we see nothing but the graph falling steeper and steeper.
The death of Nusrat Bhutto was a Great Loss for the political hierarchy of Pakistan People's Party which is the largest party of Pakistan. But lets compare a small house with a wife and 6 children and only one bread earner; he goes out, he dies in an accident or a bomb blast or in target killing. The question i want to pose is who will be more important for that family Nusrat Bhutto? Or their Bread earner who died without any reason, who was innocent and was a victim of something that he hasn't played any role to initiate?
I was having an informal discussion with my father and i was with the view that she hasn't suffered anything in life else than the death of her husband, son and daughter. I can count hundreds of women who are living a life like Nusrat Bhutto, atleast she has a house to live in, food to eat, clothes to cover her up nicely, money to roam around the world, courage to stand up and fight for herself. But does every women like her has the same ability and reputation? What would be more important for a women? The sadness of the death of her husband or the worry to feed her kids who are still alive? Again a question hovers in my mind that why are all the privileges for the people who belong to the politically strong class or rich bureaucrats? They have roads named after them, public holidays to their names, and their name is made symbol of some great qualities. I say its crap. A person selling mangoes on a stall is better than some of these people. At least he earns a fair living and pays taxes and contributes to countries growth, whereas many of our so called national heroes were actually responsible and some were accused of stealing from our national income even after having millions of rupee in their bank accounts.
On the concluding note all this criticism is of no use. Analysts, statisticians and economic-political connoisseurs have done this long time ago as it is a part of their jobs. What we need here is AWARENESS. Awareness is an antidote to the rising disease of corruption that is eating up our political and economic stability (which has been a utopia in Pakistan since its birth). Awareness is the only weapon that can defeat the menace of corruption and bring harmony and prosperity.
Pakistan Zindabad :)

The Start has yielded Results...

One month ago on 21st of September...
I WAS PLANNING TO START SOMETHING...
Today i stand at a point where that thing is nearly going to take its first breath. I feel like a father. Originating an idea, working on it, trying to implement it at a place where it has never been done before IS like raising a child, from feeding to cleaning up the waste.
I wish i have the strength to take it where i want it to be Because i know GOD will never let me down Because i TRUST IN HIM :)

Lack of Humanity OR Fear of Humanity????

After a hectic day at the university, me and my brother were going back to the place of tranquility and peace called "Home".

When we reached Shahrah-e-Faisal to no surprise the road was blocked with jam packed traffic and that was the point where my brother was struck with an awesomistically stupid idea of taking a divergence from Jinnah Hospital. My mind neglected the idea as the road there was less spacious and it would take us longer to reach home but my brother (as he thinks he is very smart) chose to diverge.

There we went on that road and with a lot of bumps and jumps we finally came to a clean and even surface on the school road adjacent to Askari 2 and 3. Suddenly a man passing by in a Suzuki Pick up shouted out of his window, " tire puncture hgaya hai tmara" (your tire has flattened a little). With an abusive word coming out of my brother's mouth the car stopped.

THE REAL STORY started here. We have just bought our new car and my brother had not tested the screw jack yet. he brought our the extra tire and started unscrewing the flat tire and he put me on the duty of lifting the car with the screw jack. I being a quite novice at this thing started with placing the screw jack rightly then held the lever placed in the holes and with all my power forced it to turn round and round and round but to my surprise it would not turn round and round and round. i questioned myself that it must be the cigarettes that have sucked the power out of me.So, with a little shameful and sad face i turned to my brother and told him that I couldn't spin it more than twice. He stood up with immense wrath and confidence and held the lever while constantly abusing me. He held the lever turned it rouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnnndddddd...

WHAT THE HECK!!

He couldn't even give it a single spin and i suddenly felt that my chest was filled with an extra liter of gas as it has swollen up with pride ;)

Soon he realized that the jack was broken and of no use. He stood up helplessly, unable to see into my eyes and asked for my mobile. He called his friend to ask (who lived near by) where the nearest tire shop was. No commendable reply from there as well.

The last option was to stop someone to lend us a jack so that we could fix our extra tire in place of the flat one. And that was the time when i witnesses what the topic is all about. No one would stop to help us and after half an hour of waving we sat down helplessly on the foot path.

To our immense surprise a guy in his top less Suzuki stopped near us. For the first time in life i felt an angel came in a human attire but as soon as he smiled the concept of angelic smile was withered down by his "GUTKHA STRUCKEN TEETH".

He asked the problem, brought out his jack placed it HIMSELF, replaced the tire, put on the new one, said thanks and went away.

Now here i observed two sorts of people one who have been so accustomed to fear so much by the conditions of our city and collectively our country that they cannot trust an anonymous person on the road.

And one who come, serve and disappear like angels.

Now who are more likely to be successful here and the world here after ???

Bomb Blast; and we again have one :/

Lost in the book reading rules of Spanish sentence construction, listening to my brothers crap, feeling the humidity in the air, frustrated by the smoke emitting cars passing by, thinking about the last night conversation with a friend, planning the dateline for an event i am responsible to carry out in December...
All this wasn't enough to keep me away from hearing the message tone of my mobile; assembling my satchel and books in the side i reached for my jeans's front pocket. after entering the code to unlock my keypad i saw a message from a friend of mine who is a.k.a Crack! :D
The message was a brief one, " News Alert... Bomb blast in DHA".
A sudden adrenaline rush came flowing in with the questions of what the heck? where? how? when?
The answers to be found soon after; a blast near The Beacon House Schooling system has blown up a car with a mother (who was a faculty member there as well) and her young son.
The event details later counted it as a SUICIDE ATTACK and it left me with only one question...
Who can be so ruthless to attack a place where people send their children to receive education and become a part of the society and to develop the society in a better way...
The answer places the anti-philanthropist in the court of justice to be questioned and also the the institutions responsible for maintaining law and order are to be questioned...

And i start :)

Well i am kinda off the track of happy mood, but i feel i've got a voice shouting from the very core of me; it says, " you have to do it because you are the ONLY ONE who can do this"...
(Fearfully and Confused) Is the voice right???
Damn yes, it can't be wrong it was my idea, it was my decision, it was my dream, it was my stand for it and IT IS my future's foundation block...
Hmmmm so i have to take a start i have to pick myself up i have to have to give it a try because the voice within me proposes me that I CAN DO IT and and and I WILL DO IT ... :)