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Professionals In Pakistan

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Situation cannot get worse for professionals in Pakistan; with doctors protesting, engineers and technicians frustrated because of joblessness. And worst of the worst the fake degree holders are in the parliament making laws for us. It’s a shame

Young doctors of Punjab have been protesting for their demands. Their demand list mainly includes improving service structure for them and increasing budget allocation for health sector. I support them; even though I am an engineer but I still support Young doctor’s cause. Coz it saddens me that how educated professionals are being treated in Pakistan.

I feel like they are speaking for me also; coz I do have lot to say related to my profession. If doctor’s profession is for humanitarian cause; then engineering has totally become financial cause, which even becomes worst when there are no jobs. So we as engineer lacks humanity and we don’t get enough paid as well.

Engineering is completely privatized sector; when something is privatised then money is all what matters. You can sell life just for money. When I look back to the subjects I have studied in engineering; I am astonished to see the list of 45 subjects I passed and we are using hardly 1% of it; because when you come to job market you become employers of money hungry corporate world. Here your engineering skills are not mattered; the only thing matters, “Is this guy bringing money for us or not”. If you are; then you are the Hero, in other words how much a**-hole you are.

This frustrates me; when a doctor is called at night for emergency, he/she has a reason because he/she might be going to save someone lives; but when an engineer is called at mid-night; some corporation might be loosing money for not having internet service (solely related to Telecommunication engineers).

For this only Pakistan cannot be blamed; it is like this every where around the world. You must have noticed no where the art subjects are considered first choice or counted as highest merit subjects; engineering on other hand are always the named as the number 1 field of choice by universities; just because to fulfil industrial demands. In order to fulfil industries also agree to give as much as finance you need; but when you are not needed, it’s not hard for them to release you because you are no more financially suitable for them; even though you have served them for decades

But situation worsen in Pakistan when you have increasing load-shedding, industries closing, business reducing, joblessness increasing and doctors protesting. It’s not good news for professionals; doctors and engineers alike, and certainly not for the suffering Mango people.

I know government can’t do much for engineers as it’s a global issue, but they can do for doctors. They can respect there professions; they should realize the people you consider “maseeha” also need to live normal life. Don’t you think people who are there and give their whole life to help the sick, deserve much more than they have right now. At least they deserve much more than fake degree holders sitting in the parliament.

It’s a mess; I hope something good come out this. Government should consider that these Young Doctors are present and the future; they deserve respect; not jails.

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July 5, 2012 at 6:21 PM

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“Basant (Jashn-e-Baharaan)” in Pakistan

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“pinna pakarh”, “daur chaaurh”, “paycha lag gaya hai, dheel daii DHEEL Daaayyy, BOO KAAATAAAA” … guys shouting the victory slogan; and then big speakers of stereo deck playing, “Patang baaz sajna say, patang baaz balma day … ”. This is typical night of spring festival of Basant celebrated on rooftops of old homes in central city of 1000BC cultural capital of Lahore.

The Basant Festival or Jashn-e-Baharaan (Festival of Spring) hails the start of spring. Kite-fliers in Lahore’s old town take to their rooftops and use strings coated with glass to cut the competition from the sky. Keep your head tilted skyward to glimpse the vibrant-coloured kites. For those wanting to get a piece of the action, Lahore’s shops are full of kites, so you can pick one up and claim your slice of the sky.

There a lot of rush at kite shops as children and middle-aged men gathered to purchase their favourite coloured kites and strings. The festival is part of the city’s centuries old culture, adding that a number of special dishes are also prepared for the occasion. Basant is the event of colours and lights, number of people in the area has installed lights at their residences; “the dance of kites in lights” is visible to everyone who would look up.

Last spring my friend living near most famous and monumental structure of Chauburji in Lahore invited us to celebrate the Basant at his residence. We all pitched in financially to buy kites and strings. I have to admit that we were not expert kite-fliers, though very enthusiastic. Among 10 kites bought, we lost half of them to the rivals and claimed one; it wasn’t a bad business deal in return of fun. His mother also prepared typical Lahori dish of “Nihari Naan” to add spice to the festival. It was not doubt best of all festive nights.

Nowadays Basant has taken shape of business; there are music concerts, family gatherings, theatres and official kite-flying competitions making this century old festival fun as well as profitable.

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May 5, 2011 at 6:04 PM

Spicy “Khabay” from Pakistan

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A country with more than 180 million populations belonging from various castes, religions, background, speaking more than 70 languages and eating hundreds of different kind of food makes Pakistani cuisine a refined blend of various regional cooking traditions famous for its richness and flavour.

Pakistani cuisines, as locally known as Khabay varies greatly from region to region with in Pakistan. Starting from metropolitan city of Karachi with its variety of tastes from different parts of world to the 1000BC old cultural capital of Lahore; then cuisine from eastern border with Afghanistan to the northern beauty and heavenly place of Kashmir; the tastes, the colour and pleasure to senses varies within every single kilometre. The arrival of Aryan from Central Asia, Afghanis from eastern border and Arabs with Islam made history of food in Pakistan. The taste from Eastern Afghan Empire, the traditions of local tribes, the colours from Persian Empire and last but not least the spices and aroma added to food Mughals enriched Pakistani food.

If you ask me, I cannot even list the kinds of Pakistani Khabay as there are countless dishes made here. Namely “Chicken Korma”, “Chicken Karahi”, “Aloo Keema”, “Mutton Palao”, “Chapli Kabab”, “Sheesh Kabab”, “Palak” and on and on and on; but my most favourite is the colourful, spicy, tasty and aromatic dish of “Chicken Biryani”.

Biryani is a set a rice based food made mixed with many kinds of spices; either with meat and/or vegetables. Even there are more than 20 kinds of Biryani dishes, but my most favourite is “Masalaydar Chicken Birayni”.

“Masalaydar Chicken Birayni” consist of Chicken, rice, yougurt, chilli powder, haldi, coriander , black pepper, hot masala, onions, tomatoes, ginger and garlic paste, zeera, cinnamon stick, green chilli and salt; all these simple ingredients are turned into sensual, delicious dish that fire the blood and satisfy the heart. And they taste even better if they are shared with someone you love.

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April 28, 2011 at 3:02 AM

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Sitting with Old Uetians

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I believe we learn more from experienced person, than from books. It is always great to be surrounded with men, or women for that matter who have the world of experiences. And who can have experienced the world or reality of life than the older people. I really enjoy sitting with them who have worked, lived and experienced this world. I enjoy listening to them and just listen without saying anything. This is can be because I didn’t get much time to be with my grandparents. They left this world very early, when I was young and had no idea of life. May Allah bless all of them and give them highest place in Heaven.

So, what can be more educative sitting than with your old universities fellows? We surely can share some stories or experiences. I graduated from oldest and largest engineering university of Pakistan, which is University of Engineering and Technology Lahore. Historically, Lahore has been a centre of cultural heritage for many civilizations. It successively served as regional capital of many empires; the Shahi kingdoms in the 11th century, the Ghaznavids in the 12th century, the Ghurid State in the 12th and 13th century, the Mughal Empire in the 16th century, the Sikh Empire in the early 19th century, and it was the capital of the Punjab region under the British Raj in the mid 19th and early 20th century; and my university, short as UET is located at the heart of this cultural city.

Just like Lahore, the history of UET goes way back. It was initially Railway Workshops which was built in 1890s. Then for the training of its employees classes were also built. The technical education started in 1921 as the ‘Mughalpura Technical College ’, later it became the ‘Maclagan Engineering College’, a name given to it in 1923. In 1932 it was affiliated with another old University, the Punjab University and started awarding Bachelors Degrees. After independence of Pakistan in 1947 university grew more and in 1961 it was named “West Pakistan University of Engineering Technology, Lahore” with it’s another campus in Dhaka (now Bangladesh). After 1971 university was officially named University of Engineering and Technology, Lahore; abbreviated as UET Lahore which still exists.

You can guess that just like its history, university must have produced great scholars and professional with various experiences over the period of time. I had a chance to meet some of them, all together at one place. I was once invited to dinner at one of my relatives and to my surprise every person sitting there was ex-student of UET Lahore and had studied there at different times. They were sharing their university experiences with each other, it was blessing in disguise.

One of them graduate from UET in 1953, I wasn’t even born at that time. He spent most of life in Pakistan Railways and even after his retirement he is still respected in his field, still visiting and providing consultancy even outside Pakistan. One of them graduated in 1987, I was 3 years old at that time. It was time when political tension was high in Pakistan and politics have entered in universities. He talked about protests, boycotting of exams which led to delaying of his degree.

But most interesting experience was from the one who graduated from UET in 1971, the time when East Pakistan was separated and became Bangladesh. He was bright student; though he was admitted in UET Lahore but was transferred to UET Dhaka as exchange student on scholarship. According to him, his provisional passing certificate says East Pakistan University of Engineering and Technology Dhaka but his degree is awarded by University of Engineering and Technology Lahore.

He shared while reminding his past, when he took his final exams in UET Dhaka; the 1971 war broke out between Pakistan and India, which ended with creation of Bangladesh. At war-time Pakistan Air Force took all the Pakistani students from Dhaka in C130; the large cargo airplane used by air force which flew them to Srilanka as India was not allowing Pakistan to use its air-space. After couple of days he was taken to Lahore. Then University of Engineering and Technology Lahore decided them to award degree with its new name.

Amazing! I was surprised to learn that time make you experience so many things which we never imagined of. One day may be, I will be retired 70 years old engineer and sharing my university life experiences with my juniors. Who knows!? Life is a big university of its own teaching you at every step.

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March 9, 2011 at 10:07 AM

My Beautiful Home is Bleeding …

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I don’t have to say anything, the title and the pictures are enough to explain my feeling of sadness.

May Allah spread Love and Peace to the whole world.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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January 26, 2011 at 10:39 PM

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