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Those who matter – 2

Posted by Haris Gulzar on July 22, 2010

When I came back to Lahore after my final exams ended around mid June, I met one of my street friends who started off his conversation by asking me if I came to know about Omer. I asked him what happened and was told that Omer passed away a week back. Omer was another street friend, exactly my age, as in we had the same date of birth. We’ve played so much cricket together and have spent so much time together that it was extremely difficult for me to even believe he is not living anymore :-(. I remember when we used to sit late in the evenings after our matches were over, and we used to discuss what we wanted to become in our lives. We would discuss our options and which Universities we could apply to. I remember him telling me that he cleared the entry test for Army and that he had decided what he wanted to become.

We used to organize cricket matches amongst the adjacent blocks of the society we lived in. We would just walk to the streets of other blocks, find boys playing cricket there and would ask them if they wanted to have a match with our team. These street matches were starters to big matches that were played in grounds on Sunday mornings. We would fight on the stupidest of things such as if the bowled ball was a no ball or not, and if the runner had completed the run. I even remember us backing for each other if any of us got engaged in a quarrel or something. He was an extremely good batsman and lead our team most of the times. I just can’t stop visualizing his face right in front of me every now and then. We used to be together for most of our evenings, specially in Summers.

But then he joined Pakistan Army, and I started my Engineering studies. Another street friend left for abroad for his studies, and yet another friend went to GIKI for his studies. That was when the members of our cricket team chose their own paths, and though we still met but not that regularly. But Omer and I met a bit more frequently whenever he was in Lahore, maybe because we were the same age.

This friend who told me about Omer’s death told me that Omer was the commanding officer of his sepoys at Siyachin post and was coming back after completing his term there when he slipped off the mountain :-(. Although his body was recovered but he had fatal head injuries and he couldn’t survive. It is just so difficult to believe that the person I’ve spent my childhood with is not living anymore. He is one person I probably won’t forget, not in my near future atleast. May Allah grant him Jannah and me his soul rest in peace. Ameen

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Those who matter – 1

Posted by Haris Gulzar on July 15, 2010

Life has to end, but no one knows when. At times it only shocks us to come to know about someone who passed away, after which we realize how important that person actually was. Yesterday, while having dinner with my friends, we somehow touched upon the topic of sudden death and recalled people who died suddenly, only leaving people behind them shocked…

One of my teachers at IBA, Dr. Iqbal, recently passed away. It was nothing less than a shock to come to know about his death. Though he did have white hair and aged skin, but he was healthy. Not only healthy physically, but from heart. He was probably the most soft spoken person I ever met. He unfortunately did not have any children, and at times during his lectures, when he needed to give examples to explain his point, he would take examples from his life. He would always try to be as realistic as possible. He would even tell us table manners and etiquettes, he would tell us how one should be dressed up. He would tell us how we should use words such that the other person gets the message without feeling bad about what we want to convey. We usually did not like his teachings as we thought they weren’t too related with the course contents, but I guess we were wrong. He taught us Business communication and Negotiation, and I can so relate to his words and how each of his lesson was so important.

Dr. Iqbal had close association with hostelites. He even came to the hostel one day at around 8:30 in the morning and had breakfast with us before his class was due to start at 9:00 am. He always open heartedly invited the hostelites to his place. As I mentioned earlier that he did not have any children, he would at times ask us more than once to visit his place, specially on Sunday mornings, and to have Sunday breakfast with him. A few of us hostelites planned a couple of times to visit his place but somehow those plans couldn’t be implemented. This is one regret I have, not being able to visit his place even after he invited us so many times…

He died from a cardiac arrest. it is still hard to believe that he is not living anymore :-(. May Allah rest his soul in peace. Ameen

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Beware of Barbarians

Posted by Haris Gulzar on July 13, 2010

One of the reasons I came to Karachi earlier was to attend this re-union of Sunbeams Grammar School, and obviously to see my old buddies. Sunbeams Grammar school is the place I did my 3rd, 4th and 5th grades from and left the school in 1994. The last time I came to this school was in 1998 when I came to see my best friends during recess time. It had been 12 years since I visited this place again.

It probably is unexplainable how I felt to be back to the place I seriously think made me who I am today. This school enabled me to face the world and to stand on my feet. The school itself hadn’t changed much though. I easily recalled my class rooms. The front area where we used to have our Assembly, the long walkways where we used to crowd during recess times. It was just so nostalgic. I even met the head mistress of the school and I’m not sure if she recognized me or not but the way she greeted me was friendly enough to make me feel she recalled my face. Our sports teacher, as soon as he saw me, said he remembered my face but didn’t remember my name. My friend took me to a couple of teachers as well but unfortunately I couldn’t recognize them.

We were also shown a picture story of Sir Aleem and Sir Nusrat, our English and Mathematics teachers respectively. They both had passed away. I do remember Sir Nusrat but Can’t forget Sir Aleem at all. He was probably the strongest pillar of Sunbeams. As someone mentioned there, he was just like a coconut, harder from outside but softer from inside. His loud voice saying “Keep quiet everyone” would just make all of us shiver. 1994 it was when I was in class 5, our class was making a lot of noise when Sir Aleem came to our class, asked each of us to stand and make a line and march towards the assembly area. The boys were made to knot their ties on their foreheads, and a board was put in front of us that read “Beware of Barbarians”. I’d probably never ever forget that day, not because we were scolded and punished, but because the person who punished us is not amongst us today. If it matters me saying this, I really miss Sir Aleem.

One of my seniors, who was from my brothers batch saw me and immediately recognized me. I mean, it sort of amazed me as well, but he had good memory. A few students who couldn’t attend the re-union had sent emails that were read out loud on stage. Another friend of mine had commented about Sunbeams that it is a garden without a rose, and I just can’t agree more with this statement. Sunbeams Grammar School is no doubt a garden, something that spreads beauty, but is without a rose, the most beautiful of all flowers. That’s what Sir Aleem was to Sunbeams Grammar School. Another friend read out the following lines that he wrote at that very moment.

“Whenever on a cold winter afternoon, nostalgia hits me, Sweet memories of Sunbeams will cuddle me just for a while, and tears will come along to support my smile”.

This Sunday night was a night filled with memories. Memories that mean a lot more when you’re with your best buddies and recalling old days, and its even greater when your friends also recall the same event as accurately as you do. I wouldn’t have actually come to this reunion had my friend not motivated me enough, and now I just love my friend to have told me about this event and to motivate me to attend it. I just wish I didn’t have to leave my school that early. I just wish I stayed in contact with my teachers and obviously my school. I just wish…

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Azme Alishan

Posted by Haris Gulzar on July 8, 2010

Most of you would have definitely come across this campaign of Azme Alishan about celebrating the real identity and culture and values that Pakistan has. The ads show an uncle hitting a young lad’s car and that young man, instead of flaming up, just tolerates it and asks if that uncle got hurt, An aunty caring for an older aunty and not letting her go through the torture of riding in a bus, a young man who initially looked as if he’s following someone for pick pocketing or something ended up returning the wallet of the person he was following and so on…

But is it actually practical? I mean, the state Pakistan is in, where the gap between the poor and the rich gets bigger by the day, where people find it easier to jump in front of a train than to strive for food, where abusive words are just so fluent on everyone’s mouth that out of every 10 words a person speaks on average, 3 are at least meant to express the anger a person has within. Even if we talk about rich and supposedly educated people, we see the traffic jams daily, something that can easily be avoided if the drivers keep themselves disciplined enough. Just yesterday, I got badly stuck in a traffic jam which started because of a murder, the FIR of which wasn’t being lodged. The relatives of the murdered came out on streets and threw stones on passing cars for which the police had to divert the traffic, resulting in a jam. Now doesn’t this very example have multiple hidden Azm’s in it. First of all the murder shouldn’t have happened, for whatever the reason. Secondly, the police should have been active and should have done the needful, thirdly the protestors shouldn’t have adopted this way of protesting, and fourthly, the driving discipline should have been maintained to avoid the traffic jam.

But I like the idea actually. It is a start at least. A start to something that has no end. This might not be practical, this might not make the difference as it is expected to, but again, it is a step forward. We all can definitely add to the list of Azm’s and stick to them. We can at least make it practical for ourselves. We can at least have an azm of making the azme alishan as alishan as possible…

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A new start

Posted by Haris Gulzar on July 5, 2010

Hello everyone :-). Its been long since I wrote anything or since I visited any blogs and commented on them. I haven’t regularly blogged for 4 months now. Have totally been out of touch with my blog, and I have badly missed it. But there is a good news as well :-). I am finally done with my MBA Alhamdulillah, and above all, Im back in Lahore. Although I still have to go to Karachi for a Comprehensive exam, but that’ll be a short trip Insha-Allah…

Well, actually I came back to Lahore almost 15 days back, but didn’t have internet with me. It took me about 15 days to decide which internet service I wanted to use. Fortunately or unfortunately (the later seems more appropriate at this very moment :-(), I chose Worldcall. The packages that Worldcall was offering seemed somewhat reasonable. The first two days were fantastic too, infact not only fantastic, I was ACTUALLY impressed with Worldcall’s internet service. That’s how good it worked. But that was to last for two days only I suppose. Today it is so irritating me, the remote computer won’t agree to respond in a timely manner, in fact, it won’t respond at all at times. Even if it does, I’d just keep on refreshing the webpage in the hope for something to be displayed, only to see the ‘This webpage is not available’ message that Google Chrome keeps on displaying when it can’t open a web page. Sometimes the remote modem is out of order :-S. I hope Worldcall proves to be a worthy decision for me in future.

Anyways, it feels good to be back with family Alhamdulillah :-). Now I can enjoy mom ke hath ke parathay, apni marzi ke farmaishi khanay, and I can put my head in my mom’s lap and sleep. And now that I also have internet with me, I hope I stay in touch with all of my readers and with all the blogs I used to read (although at this very moment, Worldcall is so making me angry at its response, or at its no response I should rather say). Do stay around!

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