Saturday 28 April 2012

My Homeland

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My Homeland

by

Usman Shaukat 






O’ My Home Land

I have left you

I have left you nightly

I have left you burning in hell

I have left you alone

I don’t know

Why ?

But I have left you

O ‘My Home Land

My Heart splits in two halves

One half for you

Looking for my soul

I am burning on both halves

I really love you

I really care you

I will not leave you alone

I will protect you from any enemy

O’ My Home Land

I Love You 






Usman Shaukat completed his ICS from OPF Boys College Islamabad. He is completing a thesis on strengthening democracy. Usman has interesting hobbies especially collecting rare, unique and antique coins and he is a hard-core video games player. He endeavors to become a successful businessman. Most of all, he loves his Homeland. As should we all. 

Shattered Dreams




An Experience to Learn From


by 

Sabeer Lodhi  


She was a princess who had hope shinning through her eyes. She was a model who had enthralled crowds with her contagious smile. She was a daughter. A sister and a human. 
She was Princess Flavia. 

Princess Flavia was on-board the unfortunate Bhoja Airlines plane that crashed not more than 15 kms away from my home. She was living her dream of being an air hostess; a dream her family resisted. But against all odds, she was flying high and serving the 127 passengers with a smile. Until the horrific crash that saw her dreams – and everybody else on that plane – dismembering into unrecognizable parts.

 We knew it was a risky job. We were always scared of plane crashes.”

Prince Henry, her brother, had always been nagged by this thought. The thought of losing his sister to a plane crash. Although they were ‘inseparable best friends’ who did everything together – there was something Princess Flavia experienced alone. 

Death.

She is another ‘story’ out of all the other passengers who lost their lives. Amongst them, there was a couple who had recently married and had optimism reflecting through the air around it. There were 11 children who lost their lives before they could even begin. There were mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers.

There would have been my father and our family’s aspirations too. He was to return back to Islamabad on this flight, had he left for Karachi on the 16th of April. Whenever that thought crosses my mind, all I can do is try to stop the tears that fill my eyes.

This is a tragedy that surpasses many. But this is a tragedy that we should all learn from.

Some religious zealots will adjudicate that the passengers deserved what happened to them, because they must have sinned. The moderates would empathize and say a silent prayer. The liberals will cry tears of despair and the god-less will leave it to fate, feeling as bad as anyone would. 

The politicians will scream out calls for a transparent probe. The civil society will shout for justice.

But for how long will these emotions and actions last?

As long as it is news and sell-able.

Let’s face it. How many of us still remember the Air Blue crash in Margalla hills? Do we feel the same way about the May 12 carnage in Karachi as we did the day it happened? Do we remember Imane Malick and what happened to her? Or does our heart still feel wrenched for what happened to the 31 children who crashed on the motorway as they were coming back from a school trip?

No.

It is undeniable that life moves on and the: 

Dead are buried. 

But what is also equally important is to learn from these unfortunate incidents and take precautionary measures to avoid them.

And one of the greatest lessons we can learn is of humanity. The lesson to not let the media`s zeal, people’s opinions, or politicians` rhetoric de-sensitize us. The lesson to feel human and keep pressing the government to hold people responsible for such incidents accountable, and bring them to justice.

Equally important is the fact that our media needs to act maturely. In its zest to beat its contemporaries in ‘breaking news’ and snatching TRPs, this pillar of the state forgets the basic ethics that need to be followed.

When a loved one dies in such a catastrophic disaster, the family requires solitude to come to terms with the reality, coupled with silent unflinching support from people around them.

But what do our reporters do instead? They shove the mic forward and start a verbal diarrhea of nonsensical questions. “App ko kayesa mehsoos ho ra hey apney bhai ki wafaat keh baad?”

This is not only an invasion of privacy, but also insensitive and callous on part of the reporters. The last thing an aggrieved family wants is hordes of ‘tamash-been’ with cameras and mics, prying them with silly questions.

And since media regulatory authorities are busy blocking everything that doesn’t need to be blocked, we should collectively decide to break free from the shackles of this vicious cycle that breeds insensitivity, apathy and savageness.

Let’s make this unfortunate experience into an opportunity to introspect, and as we proceed with living our lives the way we did, let us at least evolve into better humans. Humans who have a heart and can feel each other’s pain and act with sensibility when required.



Sabeer Lodhi is a Chief editor at a digital marketing firm, a critical thinker, a poignant social observer and a blogger at the Express Tribune who says it like it is. He is the founder and auteur of the thought-provoking blog http://musinggalore.blogspot.com/                                                                                    
    Sabeer has an undeniably gifted sense of story telling.  



Friday 27 April 2012

Zaman Ki Majboori

    Image courtesy of Tony Frissell


Zaman Ki Majburi  

By 

Saqib Mahmood 



ye kooche ye neelaam ghar dil_kashi ke
ye lut_te hue kaarawaaN zindagii ke
kahaan hain, kahaan hain muhaafiz Khudi ke?

sanaa-Khwaan-e-taqdees-e-mashriq kahaanhain?

ye pur-pech galiyaan, ye be-Khwaab baazaar
ye gumnaam raahii, ye sikkon ki jhankaar
ye ismat ke saude, ye saudon pe takaraar

sanaa-Khwaan-e-taqdees-e-mashriq kahaan hain?

ta’affun se pur neem-roshan ye galiyaan
ye maslee hui adh-khilee zard kaliyaan
ye bikati hui khokalii rang-raliyaan

sanaa-Khwaan-e-taqdees-e-mashriq kahaan hain?

vo ujale dareechon mein paayal ki chhan-chhan
tanaffus ki uljhan pe tabale ki dhan-dhan
ye be-ruuh kamroN mein khaansii kii Dhan-Dhan

sanaa-Khwaan-e-taqdees-e-mashriq kahaan hain?

ye guunje hue qah-qahe raaston par
ye chaaroN taraf bheer si khirkiyon par
ye aawaazeN khinchate hue aanchalon par

sanaa-Khwaan-e-taqdees-e-mashriq kahaan hain?

ye phuuloN ke gajare, ye peekon ke chheente
ye be-baak nazren, ye gustaaKh fiqare
ye Dhalake badan aur ye madqooq chehare

sanaa-Khwaan-e-taqdees-e-mashriq kahaan hain?

ye bhuukii nigaahen haseenon ki jaanib
ye baRate hue haath seenon ki jaanib
lapakate hue paanv zeenon ki jaanib

sanaa-Khwaan-e-taqdees-e-mashriq kahaan hain?

yahaan peer bhii aa chuke hain jawaan bhi
tanuumand bete bhi, abbaa miyaan bhi
ye biwi bhi hai aur behan bhi hai, maan bhi

sanaa-Khwaan-e-taqdees-e-mashriq kahaan hain?

madad chaahti hai ye hawwaa ki beti
yashodaa ki ham-jins raadhaa ki beti
payaMbar ki ummat zulaikhaa ki beti

sanaa-Khwaan-e-taqdees-e-mashriq kahaan hain?

zaraa mulk ke raahbaron ko bulaao
ye kuuche ye galiyaan ye manzar dikhaao
sanaa-Khwaan-e-taqdees-e-mashriq ko laao
sanaa-Khwaan-e-taqdees-e-mashriq kahaan hain?

    Image courtesy of XMK360 


Dr. Saqib Mahmood is a seasoned entrepreneur whose previous experience includes work at Nokia Siemens Networks and Telenor. He now spearheads the Safaa Group of Companies. Saqib is a key Renaissance change catalyst for our cause, is conducting Thesis level advanced research on Supply Chain Management at SZABIST, remains an avid poet, social change advocate, adventurer and cultural explorer. He educates the destitute of Pakistan totally children free of charge This poem is dedicated to women`s empowerment and is a special ode to all struggling women, everywhere.        






Wednesday 18 April 2012

A Resolve. A Resolution.



Image Courtesy of Wallz.pk


Pakistan 

by 

Özer Khalid 





I am not only bombs and blasts 


Pockets of poverty and parochialism


Crony-ism and corruption 


I am Allama Iqbal`s vision 


Muhammad Ali Jinnah`s living breathing dream that came to life 


I am Abdul Sattar Edhi`s philanthropy 


I am Arifa Karim`s brilliance


I am Qadeer Khan`s savvy


I am Abdus Salam`s genius


I am Parvez Masih`s sacrifice


I am Tahir ul Qadri`s potential Nobel Peace prize 


I am Afridi`s exuberance and Miandad`s sixer 


I am Bulleh Shah`s poetry 


I am Imran Khan`s Shaukat Khanum Memorial Cancer hospital 


I am Sharmeen Obaid Chinoy`s Oscar 


I am the fastest growing IT industry 


I am an ever-expanding middle class 


I have fought drought and dictatorships 


Floods and famine. 


I have faced the wrath of Mother Nature in the form of floods and famine 


Earthquakes and heart-breaks  


My soil has absorbed the bloods of millions upon my partition


I faced countless threats and tyrants 


Yet still I stand tall 


Stronger and more resilient than ever before 


I am 40,000 martyrs for global peace 


I am an epitome of resolve and resilience 


I am one of the bravest nation`s on Mother Earth 


I am a Resource of 180 million and counting


I am a Resolution


I am a Resolve


I was. I am. I always will be - 


"Pakistan Zindabad"