Education is the great engine of personal development. It is through education that the daughter of a peasant can become a doctor, that the son of a mine worker can become the head of the mine, that a child of farm worker can become the president of a great nation. It is what we make out of what we have , not what we are given , that separates one person from another – Nelson Mandela
My house job started on the 6th of January 2016. We have to complete at least 6 months in Surgery and Allied departments and another 6 months in Medicine and allied. I have been given Surgery and Allied first. The department I have to rotate in first is the much dreaded “Accidents and Emergency” or in other words “Shauba e hadsaat aur hangami imdad”
I am working the nights these days where I have to report and 9 pm and leave at 8 am the next day. There is a fixed time to reach the hospital but no fixed time to leave as you cant leave till the morning shift arrives. Then you explain to them the the conditions and requirements of the different patients admitted, their labs, xrays, meds etc and “handover” the patients.
Working at nights can be tiring but its an exciting experience. You cant sit much, let alone sleep, and you have to be on your toes the whole time. Its a different world altogether. With the continuous monitor beeps, and chasing lab reports all night on phone, its hard to imagine that the world outside is fast asleep. You meet lots of different people with a range of different issues: falls, poisoning, attempted suicide, road traffic accidents, MIs are few of the most common cases that we see very often and which keep us on our toes all day. And then an odd case of mania or bipolar disorder where the patient believes the world is out to get him can lighten the mood a little bit.
It took a little getting used to for me to keep up with the pace that the department required. Eventually it became a habit to such an extent that I am in that fast hyperactive mode even after few hours of coming back home where i eat sleep bath do everything so quickly like there will be an emergency in the next minute or so.
Looking at dead bodies, people dying in front of us in our hands and then breaking the news to the families and has become all so common for me. You eventually desensitize. You have to. There is no time for emotions as there is a patient fighting for his life on the next bed who really needs your attention and can still be saved.
I will be posted in the ER for one month. For me the people working in the ER and taking this field as life long careers are the true super heroes. This is as close to Superman,Batman and Wondergirl as you can get in real life.
Karachi has seen a very welcome change in the past few months. Law and order seems to be improving and crime rate has gone down drastically. All thanks to the man of the moment General Raheel Shareef, COAS Pakistan. The recent chaand raat shopping spree and 14th August celebrations are a proof of this. I had never seen such celebrations on the 14th of August on Karachi streets my entire life. People generally feel safer and there is optimism in the air. Here’s to better and peaceful times in the city and all over the country. All the best General Sahaab!
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Pakistan is a country with four provinces more than 10 languages rich with different ethnicities breathtaking mountains old civilizations all seasons rivers forests and a beautiful coastal line . We have natural deep sea ports and some of worlds highest mountain peaks including k2 and nanga parbat . We have the worlds 5th largest military one of the largest reserviors of coal copper gold and various minerals . Our people have won oscars olympic gold medals worldcups and various international events in many sports includion polo snooker cricket squash weight lifting boxing to name some . We have the highest polo ground in the world . Pakistan produces top quality surgical goods and sports products including the footballs used in fifa worldcups . One of the handful countries home to snow leapords and home to poet of the east . Country with the first female prime minister in the muslim world . A feat which even usa hasnt achieved in its more than 200 years of history . Being a tropical country that strtches to the himalayas in the north we have a wide variety of fruits and vegetables . Our people are resilient hardworking patriotic and dedicated . Yet Pakistan is one of the poorest countries in the world . It has one of the poorest infant and maternal mortality rates . A country with a potential of so much has one of the lowest literacy rates . Its the most dangerous country for journalists . It witnesses the largest number of suicide attacks per annum . And despite all the good mentioned above Pakistan is known mostly for its terrorism worldwide .
People have different opinions to the question . Some see bigotry and religious extremism as the no 1 problem . Some see corruption . Some see the law and order situation as the culprist whereas some see impartiality favouritism and biased attitude without merit as the top most priority as the reason for the sad state of affairs in pakistan . Whatever the no 1 reason is there is no doubt that all these contribute to the problems we face .
We have been facing these issues for too long now and it has resulted in a loss of pride and insecurity in our people . Every good news is a luxury hard to come by these days.
The Pakistan day parade today was no less than a luxury . It was a much needed morale boost for the people . The social media was a buzz with the pictures and videos from the parade and there were statuses and tweets praising the armed forces of the country . The hastag #PakistanDayParade tretrended world wide for more than 5 hours today and was tweeted more than 71 thousand times . Mostly generated from within Pakistan . Thats how happy we were today . Thats how happy i was today .
It shows the immence love people have for the country and that only if we have good leadership which is not hell bent on corruption we can achieve a lot . We can easily surpass countries like india. pakistan is a relively small country and easier to manage with a large workforce . If opportunities are created sky is the limit for our people.
we also need to let go of this india centric approach . Its going to restrict us to the level of what india achieves at max and not more . We dont want that. We want more . If we follow our ideals as laid down in quran sunnah and take guidance from the speeches and poetry of iqbal and others we wont even need to see what others are doing. We’ll easily surpass all . I see pakistan as a counry similar to turkey with greater power in near future if we do that . We are also the only muslim country with a nuclear bomb . We can take the role of the leader of the muslim nations if we set our home straight. Our people are passionate about the muslim cause world wide including palestine and i believe we can become the country that has the capability to look directly into the eyes of israel or other enemies of the muslim world . We should focus on the greater role of pakistan in the muslim world .
About kashmir , we need to think with our brain not heart . Kashmiris always will relate to Pakistan more than India. It has always been ours . Kashmiris love Pakistan and by heart they are Pakistanis . We need to keep this issie alive in uno but at the same time focus on peaceful relations with india to work more on our internal issues . Kashmir issue sooner or later will be resolved and in the mean while lets focus on the issues at hand like education terrorism etc . The kashmir cause should be taken as a humanatarian issue . We must raise it in all international forums but wars and skirmishes will get us no where . Kashmiris are a people who are supressed and thier right to freedom is being ignored by India and we relate to their cause because thats the basic foundation on which Pakistan came into being .
All in all it was a very good day for the people of pakistan . One should thank the armed forces and the army chief for the effort . Heres to hoping the parades will continue every year and will include more of our culture languages traditions and history as well in the future .
The result of cricket matches involving pakistan have immense influence on our mood . for me a pak loss can destroy the whole day , a weekend or even the week! ( sometime back a pak loss against india indirectly landed someone i know in a psychiatrist’s clinic ! ) . where as a win can guarantee better moods and behavior with friends family and people close by . thats how seriously we take our cricket . the bigger the victories the better the moods . we beat ireland today and qualified for the quarter finals . hence expecting a good week and happier people ! aussies next . all the best pakistan
The Icc cricket World Cup is reaching its climax with the knockout stage just round the corner . All major teams except England have qualified from group A while the fate of group B will be decided in a couple of days .
With all the cricket blogs and posts on my fb and twitter timelines I could not help but think about the time when I was a kid and played cricket on the street outside or in my apartment building
following are few of the memories that ill always remember
Breaking into the scene :
I was 9 or 10 years old and we had recently shifted in the apartment complex on main Mai Kolachi road . I was batting for the very first time and every one was shouting “chaka chaka”. Apparently they all hated the bowler for some reason. They didn’t know how I played , heck I didn’t know how I played ! All I remember is that this boy delivered the ball and drenched in adrenaline I slogged it for 6 . I instantly became the Brain Lara of my building and everyone wanted to be my friend . I had broken into the cricketing scene !
The famous catch :
It was my birthday and I had invited my school friends over . After the cake and everything we went down to play cricket. It was just supposed to be us but some kids were already playing in the parking area ( our cricket ground) and u cant just ask them to leave so we asked them to play with us. They agreed. The teams were made toss done and target set. One of my closest friends Munim was on the field on the offside while I was batting. The bowler came delivered a full toss and i did what i could do best-Slog. I hit the ball in the air towards the offside boundary. It was far from Munim and I thought he was never going to make it . But to the surprise and amazement of everyone Munim ran a good 20 25 feet, made a full length dive on hard concrete floor and caught the ball with one hand , tearing his jeans and injuring his knees in the process . We were hardly 11 yrs old but such was his dedication. He had become a hero . A champion with a bloody knee . We still talk about that famous catch .
The Phadda :
I was 14 and the older guys would occasionally bully the younger boys. They would ask us for money for the drinks ball tape etc.However one day I refused to pay. This boy Omair about 17 at that time came to me and said “kya bay ?”
“mai kyun dun paisay” said I
“sab daitay hain isliey”
“mai nai dun ga”
We came nose to nose but the other kids stopped us . Anyway the teams were made and play started. Umair was a very fast bowler and he made sure I would be in the other team so he could hurt me .
After a few wickets fell I came in to bat and Umair took the ball . He wanted to face me and make sure I regret not paying the money. His first ball was a very fast low full toss and I completely misjudged it. It hit my leg and hurt me bad. Umair didn’t say a word. Instead he just stared at me for a few seconds as if saying “take that ! ”
Second ball , I was expecting another full toss . A full toss it was . I flicked it to the leg side … SIX !
It was my time to stare .Take that Sucker !
Third ball , faster and it hits my stomach . Ouch !
Fourth ball , another full toss , I hit it in the air and another 6 it is .
How do you like me now ?
Dolly aunty and Chacha :
Every building has a villain . We had 2. One was a middle-aged single woman named Dolly . We called her dolly aunty . And the other was a very thin old man , a grandfatherly figure but always irritated for some reason . It was his mission in life to eradicate all signs of cricket from our building . We called him chacha . We don’t know his real name to this date . There have been so many incidents with dolly aunty and chacha but mentioning all would require another blog post .
Out of the most famous ones , one was when someone put a firecracker outside Dolly aunt’s house and she was so freaked out that she called the cops ! She called the cops on us innocent kids ! The police did come but they didn’t know what to do . We were only kids . They talked to dolly aunty and assured her it wont happen again but dolly aunty was adamant that they lock us up . How cruel . We witnessed the drama from a safe distance and later laughed our hearts out .
Another such incident happened outside chacha’s house. Someone broke his window with the ball and we all ran away and hid somewhere . The usual . However chachaa didn’t come out to scold us this time . Maybe he wasnt home .
After a while we go back to playing and had all forgotten about chacha . Few minutes later we hear a click…it was from chacha’s door ! The door burst open and he comes out in his shalwar and banyan with a viper in hand !
He was out to kill us !
We ran and he ran behind us completing the whole lap around the apartment complex . From then onwards we never played outside his house .
Chacha outsmarted us and was still fit enough to give us a good chase !
The inter-apartment cricket tournament :
Every mohalla has such cricket tournaments where the buildings compete against each other to become the champions of the neighbourhood . Ours was the Jason luxury condominium and we were up against the Jason paradise. Don’t be fooled by the names, its anything but luxury or paradise !
Anyway it was the last over and we required 8 runs to win . We were down to two last batsmen , one of them being yours truly . I was on the bat facing the heartthrob of the area, Ahsan . Ahsan was son of the famous classical singer Salamat Ali .
Ahsan was popular , he looked good and bowled nice and fast . But he also had a dirty mouth .
Before he started to bowl I went up to him and told him that I will hit the next ball for a four . I was just taunting him . He told me to go fuck myself . His actual words . It was no longer just a taunt now .
I had to destroy that filthy piece of rotten eggs .
He comes in balls fast and BANG ! I hit him for a four .
My team mates go crazy .
Next ball I take a single and the rest is bad history . I never faced another ball because my partner was bowled out the very next ball.
We lost by 3 runs but I had beaten Ahsan
48 off 12 balls :
The thing about playing cricket on the streets is that you don’t really need to know how to bat . You just need to know how to slog . I made sure I learned to do that .
I was out to bat one such day . The bowler was some kid who was very easy to play . My team expected me to put some big runs against him .
I missed the first ball .
The boys threw all kinds of colorful words at me . Street cricket can be very harsh . You miss one ball and you get abused like anything .
However , that didn’t matter much because I hit the poor kid for six every ball the remaining 5 balls . The colorful words were now directed at the poor chap . I hit a few more the next over and was finally caught out on 48 runs off 12 balls .
It is my favourite innings.
We went on to win the match and I was the hero that day !