There was is story in Dawn today that Mariam owns 1506 Kanals of agricultural land and that Zardari own thousands of Acres of agricultural land. This makes me wonder that are we really a democracy that in spirit is supposed to be from the people, for the people and by the people? Considering this is a country where millions don’t have access to clean drinking water and where almost a third live below poverty line, how can the super rich, that probably makes up for less than 0.5 percent of the population, even understand the plight of the masses? This is a mockery of true representation!
I believe there should be law that bars people with wealth over a certain limit from contesting the elections. Not as a punishment but simply because they will never be able to address the problems of the people they “represent”
We cannot have true democracy unless the representative has children going to public school, or has to visit public hospitals for someone’s treatment or some worker in an agriculture farm or someone with a clerical job with wife and kids to feed and bills to pay. We need wise, honest people. The current nominees in no way represent the people in their constituencies.
A lazy sunday afternoon, Nani jan reading the Quran and a baaker-khaani waala playing a tape on hi suzuki outside on the road. A very ordinary day but a very clear memory from the 90s. My khala in her mid 20s was frying fish in the kitchen. I had no care in the world and would spend most of my afternoon outside in the lawn catching earthworms back then. My friend Misbah came over from the house next door that day and I tried to impress her with all sorts of tricks on my new bicycle. In the evening I went to the rooftop with my khalaas and nani. While they had tea and discussed an episode of Drama serial Hawaain that aired the previous night, I laid down on the char-pai and looked in awe at the Lahore sky full of colorful kites. Why did they ban kite flying?
I often think of that bright day when the air was full of angel dust,
and the earth was the color of rubies. And a boy with golden hair chased his kite down the wind.
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.