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I will blog

Posted by Haris Gulzar on September 3, 2010

This year has been rough for the blogger part of me, or maybe I find it convenient to blame this year for my laziness, but whatever it is, I will blog (I think I’m repeating this for the thirteen hundred and seventy ninth time :-P).

I have this feeling that I’m busy. That I don’t get time for myself. I was asked why am I not blogging anymore and I answered that there was a time when I used to observe the smallest of things and I used to have a point of view about the way things were being done and the way I thought they should have been done. I used to discuss and share things. This is no more the case, or maybe I am busy enough to observe things around me and to have an opinion.

I was just going through some of the blogs I follow and was reading them when I realized how long it has been since I have blogged regularly. Although I have been writing occasionally, but that has only been once a month or so, which is so not the way I thought it would be when I started blogging. Hence, I am coming back to blogging yet again :-P, and this time, I am coming with some new stuff (this just popped up in my mind).

How about posting some Urdu poetry on my blog? I’m not a poet myself but love reading Urdu poetry, and I have been thinking to start a poetry section on my blog. So if I’m not observing things and am busy enough to think about what to write, I’d at least have some poets do the thinking and I’ll post their stuff (well in most cases, the poets would be long dead, so the thinking is already done, only the posting part of it is left :-P).

And I’m also planning to start a picture quotation section on my blogspot blog, along with a question of the day series. Well, I’ve realized that a lot many questions just keep on popping in my head. Questions about life, about destiny, about everything (seriously), so why not just post those questions for you guys to answer. I guess I should see what opinion you guys have about things that get me confused :-P.

So, this is just to say that I will blog, and even if I have to say it for the fourteen hundred and thirty seventh time, I will :-P. CIAO.

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Those who matter – 3

Posted by Haris Gulzar on August 22, 2010

I never thought I’d write about this person when I started writing about the people who mattered in my life. But that’s what life is all about I guess. Who knows who’d be living the very next moment…

Muhammad Umar Khan. I first met him on the 5th of June 2008 at the PC hotel Lahore where we gathered for our group discussion and interviews for IBA admissions. That entire day was enough to make the 10 or 11 of us become friends of each other, because we all were to be part of the IBA hostelite family once selected. I had my interview taken ahead of everyone else because of the alphabetical order and I wasn’t allowed to see my other fellows waiting to be interviewed, so I could only exchange mobile phone number of Umar, that too in a hurry, before I left the hotel. Hence, Umar was the person I communicated with for anything related to IBA before we actually submitted our fee. I would ask him if he is planning to join IBA or waiting for other options, or if he’d start his job? I’d ask him if he had filled out all the forms or not? I’d ask him if his other class fellows who got selected for IBA were willing to join IBA? I’d ask him to stop thinking much and to make up his mind once and for all and submit the fee…

The second time we met each other was on the 30th of July, 2008. That was in Karachi, when we had our orientation. The journey started from there. I moved into my hostel room on the 31st of July 2008, and Umar moved in on the 1st of August. We would just sit together in the TV lounge and talk about everything. We would go to the market together. We would wait for each other before we had our meals in the mess. We would be found in each other’s rooms more often than being found in our own rooms. We would make project groups together. We would participate in competitions together. We would walk to the campus together and would come back to hostel together. Umar Khan was one of the closest friends I had at the IBA.

I also wrote about one of the experiences I had with Umar in a competition held at the IBA. That post can be found here. Before summer vacations were to start, several companies came to IBA for recruiting our seniors and for our internships. One of them was GSK who, when they came, gave the attendees some gifts. Their gifts included a small tension reliever ball, that we played catch catch with :-P. I remember whenever I went to Umar’s room, I got hold of that tension reliever ball of his and would throw it on his room walls as hard as I could and would catch it. Sometimes he would sit on his bed and I’d stand in front of one of the walls and would throw the ball on another wall in such a way that made it difficult for Umar to catch it, and Umar would have to dive on his bed to catch the ball.

We also used to celebrate our birthdays at the hostel, though it was always a four or five member gathering, but we would bring cakes and would cut them at exact 12 midnight. We used to take pictures and make videos of those celebrations using Umar’s mobile. He just had his 24th birthday on the 2nd of April this year and I remember Shahid and Waqar trying to get hold of him and me making a video of the entire event, to make him wear things we brought for Umar that he didn’t want to wear :-P.

Umar was one of the luckiest guys from our entire batch at IBA who got a job before the exams ended. He started his job on the 12th of July in Karachi. On the 27th of July, I had a chat with him and he told me he’d be coming to Rawalpindi to attend to his mothers surgery, and that he might also come to Lahore over the weekend. I asked him to stay at my place if he does come to Lahore. He told me the details about his mothers operation and that he had taken three days off from office and would be flying the next morning.

That flight didn’t allow him to see his mother get well after the operation :-(, in fact, it even took him away from his family. The ill-fated airblue flight from Karachi to Islamabad had one of my best friends in it, and that flight took him away from all of us. A few days back I was going through the pictures of my stay at IBA and was recalling the times we were together. The pictures at the beach, at the restaurants, at ice-cream parlors, at the hostel, in the funniest of poses.

His memories are never ending and ever lasting. I pray that his soul rests in peace at the highest of places in Jannah Insha-Allah, and that Allah gives sabar to his family. Ameen. Umar Khan, you will always be remembered Insha-Allah. I miss you…

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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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A mere update

Posted by Haris Gulzar on April 29, 2010

This is my first post for this month, and probably the last as well. I seem to have lost the vigor I once thought I had. I just got free from my Mid Term exams yesterday and so wanted to write about something today but the more I thought of putting words down, the more I had to try to find words. All this time that I couldn’t write, I have been collecting pointers for the topics that I thought I’d write on as soon as I get some time. Those topics are right in front of me, but I don’t know what to write. And I seriously feel bad at myself for this :-S

Anyways, its only about less than 2 months remaining after which I’d be an MBA Insha-Allah :-). This semester has been busier for me than I thought it would be. Now, I only have my last finals (of my life??) remaining. The last of exams, EVER (maybe, maybe not). And I suppose the coming month will, although be even busier than what I have experienced so far but, bring with it all things that will make my stay here just so memorable. We’ll have our farewell, our hostel Alumni dinner, the batch pictures and etc. Anyways, lets hope for the best. Currently, I’m only counting days before I’ll hopefully re-join my family Insha-Allah.

This month I even had a 3-day short trip to Lahore (over the weekend) where I was to conduct a 2-day workshop, along with my team. So I did get to see my family at least, although not for long. I only got to see Muneeba for a maximum of five hours during this entire stay because I usually left at 6:30 or 7:00 in the morning for the workshop and returned late at night. Though this trip did surprise everyone as I hadn’t informed anyone of my arrival. Couldn’t also meet a lot of friends whom I wanted to meet, probably because I didn’t tell them I was coming, otherwise we might have had a meet up.

All in all, things have been REALLY busy. All the projects, the assignments, the tons and tons of reading materials, the classes at one campus or the other everyday, the exams, everything has been coming so fast on me, but there still seems to be a lot of time remaining before my finals would end. Although Insha-Allah, I am hopeful that this all would be worth it. Do remember me in your prayers. And do stay around, I’ll Insha-Allah be back with more stuff. Not sure when, but I will Insha-Allah :-). Take care!!

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A blogger forever

Posted by Haris Gulzar on March 31, 2010

The past one week, or ten days maybe, have really forced me to think if I should quit blogging at least for some time. I just can’t find time to read the blogs I really like and want to read. I can’t even find time to write posts that I so want to write :-(. I started writing pointers for my posts that I thought I’d write whenever I get time, but had to delete them for the topic going out of date. I still have many topics pending that I want to write about, I have one incomplete post on my blog that i have to complete, and I think this is my 3rd or maybe the 4th post that I’m just writing to whine about being busy :-P.

Anyways, the point of this post is only to comfort my very own self that this busyness cannot force me to quit blogging :-P. Although I may not be able to blog very often until this semester ends (which I really want to happen soon :-(), and I might not be able to read blogs at all, but I will blog Insha-Allah. I really hope I see myself blogging soon enough because, as I read somewhere, a blogger once is a blogger forever…

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Down and out

Posted by Haris Gulzar on March 23, 2010

I finally have internet up and running in my room after almost a week. Although the past week or so has really been very busy, but I felt as if something was missing. I wanted to write about several things which I couldn’t. I have been out of touch with people I wanted to talk to. I also had a nice excuse for not checking my emails and not doing some of the very important tasks because I didn’t just know I had to do them, but now that I have internet, I just don’t feel like doing anything. I have over a thousand unread items in my reader application, a lot of new emails that are waiting to be replied but I just don’t feel like reading the unread items or replying to the emails…

The past week has probably left me unable to do anything. It has consumed me. Sundays are no more Sundays, and a project for almost each course is just making me go crazy. Besides, the weather is also getting hot. And I think I’m missing home as well :-(. Although it has only been one and a half months since I came back here from home, and its still another 3 months to go before I can even think of going back, but I feel as if seeing my family for some time only would make me feel better, and charged enough to pass the remaining semester.

A question just struck my head. Why are the two Eids only about 2 months apart? :-P. Each of the Eids should come during the semesters, one in Fall and one in Spring. This won’t hurt anyone but would really be beneficial for students :-P. The Spring semester doesn’t really have any occasions or festivals that guarantee a long break. So will it be worth praying to God to make the Eids come during the semesters? 🙂

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