73 Years

I wrote this last year but never posted it.

today is the 73rd year of the independence of Pakistan. The country I left as 19 years old looking for a better future. I did find religion and a future but being away from Pakistan left a gaping hole in my personality. this will be something I need to come to terms with but alhamdulillah I was born in Pakistan and lived as a Pakistani and still love Pakistan.

what religion gave me was a sense of no nationalism. Islam doesn’t preach that. but I feel that we as Pakistanis overdo it. religion is something that needs to be lived, not just professed. we pay lip service to the religion but don’t act on it. this is true in current-day Pakistan or maybe many Muslim countries but I am talking about Pakistan. what has destroyed Pakistan in the last 50 years is the culture that was elevated above religion, the nonaccountability of religious authority, the use of religion by political forces. this created a disconnect between a normal man and the accountability that needs to exist at every level. What we still wait for in Pakistan is a better day. Inshallah it will come, not sure when. Allah helps those who help themselves.

we have institutionalized corruption, given it religious NRO. you can do corruption and you are fine. the Law is for the poor. It will keep on going for the poor. The rich are untouchable. The movie Elysium, it was something that portrayed the plight of the people while the rich lived out of reach and out of reality.

Maybe this is a rant and I am just venting but we tried. We tried when the time was right but the rich won the race. I remember when i was in Islamabad there was a Landrover showroom in Blue Area, I used to think about who buys cars from there. Never saw much Landrovers on the road. I did see a lot of Land cruisers which were a status symbol and the UN had a lot of them in Islamabad also. So I assumed it is in the garages of the rich people. Come to my last visit in 2015 and the roads were littered with high-end cars. The roads were never fixed but the Rich got Audis, Mercedes, Landcruisers and alot of Range Rovers.

Long Live the Halal earned money.

No Enemies by Charles Mackay

While watching The Crown, there is a scene where Margaret Thatcher (played by Gillian Anderson) reads a poem to the Queen. It was delivered soo beautifully that it left an everlasting impression. this Poem is befitting to my current professional career. i would do a full Tashreeh like i used to in FSc but it is not the time.

No Enemies
by Charles Mackay

You have no enemies, you say?
Alas! my friend, the boast is poor;
He who has mingled in the fray
Of duty, that the brave endure,
Must have made foes! If you have none,
Small is the work that you have done.
You’ve hit no traitor on the hip,
You’ve dashed no cup from perjured lip,
You’ve never turned the wrong to right,
You’ve been a coward in the fight.

Rangeela

The time is 1997 and I am preparing for my FSc. I would stay up all night and study and sleep during the day. this kept on happening for months before the actual exams. I had the rangeela songs for my entertainment. it was winter in Islamabad and was cold at night. but hoping to score the best results for FSc kept me going.

there are moments when you hear or smell something and it brings back a lot of memories. It could be the smell of flowers while walking back from school and walking parallel to F-9 Park or could be the sound of a bird that brings back the green belt area between F-10 and E-10 Area. so the song for Rangeela kind of hit me. I was browsing thru some YouTube videos and came across the song. it sent chills through my spine. maybe it unlocked the memories or the feelings that I had during that time. I felt the coldness of the winter in 97-98 or the coffee that I would make and drink at night when I did start studying. it just brought back a river of memories.

Good times when the life was infront and the possibilities were unlimited.

Woodbadge

Last year at this time I was in the UK doing my wood badge training. it was a beautiful time and I wish I would have spent more time there but couldn’t. It was my first time spending 6 days camping without family.

The course title was N5-802-19

Campsite at Gilwell
Campsite at Gilwell

Met amazing friends and being part of the Trans Atlantic Council exposed me to a lot new and people from all over the world.

Also, Gilwell Park holds an important place in Scouting. this is where the initial leadership training was held in the UK.

We had an amazing cricket match. I was part of the Buffalo Patrol. Buffalo will always be Majestic.

Gilwell Mosque Sign outside

we prayed at the Gilwell Mosque everyday.

My son and three other scouts from our unit attended the NYLT.

I walked around the park and there are alot of things to see and experience.

K2 Base Camp

I have become obsessed with the trek to K2 base camp. it seems that it has come to the point where I am not able to see beyond it. I even dreamt about it. I have imagined standing at Concordia and looking at the majestic view of the 4 eight-thousanders and being in awe of it.

Panorama from this http://www.mountainsoftravelphotos.com/

My interest in hiking and exploring has peaked since I got more involved in Boy Scouts of America. Last year at this point was completing my Woodbadge training at Gilwell in UK.

So off to new adventures. I had planned to make this K2 base-camp trip this year but thanks for Corona, it didnt happen. Inshallah 2021 is the year for this trek and i pray i am able to make it with my Son.

Maybe some scouts will show up for it.

Looking back

Moving to USA in 98 had put me in a unique position to jump on the bandwagon of the Internet Era. I was young and full of plans and idea. There were opportunities. Heck I saw the movement from dialup to broadband, I lived through the Napster era, I had an account on AOL, I was lucky to get an invite to Gmail early. I had my first mobile phone and did not have to pay for caller ID. the current generation cannot even imagine what life changing events we went through. moreover, I was a Muslim who moved to USA and lived through the after math of the 911. dealt with a lot of interesting things and people.

22 years later since I moved to America as 19 years old, I look back and think what happened, did I miss the opportunities.

Not Sure, maybe I will never know.

Reality sinking in

I have just hit 40 and it has made me realize about life. I am confused and somewhat clear also. maybe a midlife crisis is about to set in and make me more miserable but I am not sure.

remembering a lot of people today. a lot of places also. missing Islamabad also today. the Islamabad from the 90s. the time period is beyond me but it is hard to let go. maybe it is hard to let go of anything that was good.

Am I the only one who is stuck in this time loop in my head. I am not able to get out or leave it and move forward. it is anchoring me and stopping me from moving forward.

I miss the Jinnah Super of 90s, the hot spot, IMCB F-7/3, NCC and taking Van 120 to F-10. Walking sometimes from F-7/3 to F-10, I would pass by the Froebels school, Rana market, Fatima Jinnah Park, many times I covered this distance on foot. time didn’t matter, there was a whole life in front of me.

Now that is 20 years behind me and not much life in front of me. I had my chance, did I make a difference or just let life go. Maybe time will tell. those missed relations, those missed opportunities, those missed laughs, and friendships.

All have passed me. Maybe i passed myself through this time.

Layoffs

So the layoffs news has been hot for a week, then it actually happened. The day is a heavy day. it feels like a horrible accident has happened and news of casualties is trickling in.

The morning starts with “Is it happening today”

the mid of the day is a tally of up to this many people have been laid off.

The Day ends with “It’s a depressing day”

The irony in all this is that fact I cannot see the logic behind it. There is the reason of budget cuts but the process is crude and merciless. What about the aspect of Ramadan, Seriously, we are destroying people’s Eid with the stress of Job Loss and no future.

The people let go are leaving Gaps behind in the operations that cannot be filled easily, they might end up hiring people again to fill the same gaps.

not sure what is going on but it is not good.

Maybe this fits in with the greater issue in the region, the Blockade but it is sad and depressing. the whole charm of moving to MiddleEast is off me. Maybe one more adventure and back home.

Memories

My father is amazing guy. Even in his old age he inspires me. It is sad that i couldnt turn out to be the stronger and better version of what he wanted but i pray i still am able to make him proud.