Atlast…

Sitting back on the arm chair a news came revolving around “check out the cartoon network(GEO TV) that Musharraf has resigned or not?”, without believing it I just didn’t paid any heed to it and ignored it totally commenting badly on media.

Hours passed by and this news gained importance, confirming it from dad was a heart breaking moment for me. But still I didn’t lost hope and still hope there much left that we can do to protect our country from these robbers.

Well the topic “Atlast” has two evolutions in it, the former one is the evolution of a new category and the later one is the freedom and the evil objectives of the duo will gain a speedy movement.

We as a nation consist of mostly illiterate, belonging to a middle and lower class, a bit of educated are in higher class who are migrating abroad for a better future for their family and secure living now, but why?, this is the question that arises…

Last eight year are the worth while in the history of Pakistan, every thing was under control and stability is worth discussing, this was under the leadership of the then chief of army staff Gen. Parvez Musharraf. Stock market was touching high ups, dollar rate was stable and overall economy under Shaukat Aziz was stable. Then within last years certain issues were highlighted and the opposition gained momentum over them, including the silly lawyers issue, the lal masjid issue and the ever green, attack on Afghanistan.

At last elections were held and the duo coalition government overturned to a new leaf blaming the previous government as usual. But it has been nearly 7 months but still no issue has been taken up, the treasure that the previous government left is decreasing day by day on official trips to Dubai and London consistently, dollar increased by 13 Rs approx, fuel prices increased by more than 50%, utilities prices increased thereby declining the status of living of a middle classed, flour prices increased by 100% and are increasing day by day, textile industry, our main export is getting worse day by day. But why it all did happen no one pays a heed to it.

Recalling those early days of the new government when they went up to IMF for loans and they put down the condition of denying of subsidy which kept the prices of daily products under control. I don’t understand why don’t the illiterate people of this nation raise a point over this? 16 billion in hand and they are running to ask for more money from foreign countries and IMF, this is simply putting a country in a disgraceful state. They have become shameless. As for they say that military have ruined Pakistan’s image, I say that their begging nature has ruined Pakistan’s image. And now they started this impeachment movement so as to hide there flaws.

I have nothing to do with all of this Musharraf resignation, lawyers movement and the duo impeachment movement. It’s simply bullying the innocent and using man power in a wrong direction. I wish they would realize that whatever they are doing are just being exploited for free as they wont get something in return, hope this would help them reunite against the culprits.

I being a Pakistani and its proud nationalist just want to let people know that please open your eyes until it’s too late. These leaders already have a second home abroad, they won’t care for anyone who work for them and just fled the scene as if they aren’t there, so please please please do something good for Pakistan so as you get a chance of being called a proud Pakistani.

A lil about me…

This is Wajih Ur Rehman sigining in…

Well the topic I am trying to publish is simply a test of me, my capabilities, would I be able to run a blogging business  

Well apart form me, I have 5 more siblings and I am the youngest, so always a specially treated child among my siblings, an yet of course the most importance given child whose every wish is nearly fulfilled by elder brothers and sister until I realized a couple of years ago that life is not only the name of demanding and striving for nothing. This thing was first felt in 1st year of university when I didn’t scored well in semester and mom dad and brothers abroad gave me a full time doze of scolding and making me realize that you have to stand on your own. From then on I tried to work part time jobs like giving tuitions on and off, and now I am in 4th year and still trying ways to find out how can I earn sum bucks so I don’t have to stand and answer where I spent the money given to me.

That was a brief intro to the person inside me. Now I’d like to come to the topic…

My school life started from Montessori, Child development Montessori located near my house about 5 min drive. I don’t exactly remember each and every thing I did there but at least I know that what I was there I am still the same…no change as such, When I see my Montessori reports now I observe that the person inside me is the same as it as 18 or 19 yrs b4, it says I don’t fit that much easily among strangers and that’s still me. Well I remember some experiences that I had there at Montessori, playing all day long, building blocks making a home with it, and many diff activities in that big hall like that, drawing classes and the girl named Ayesha, she seemed like a devil then pata nai aab kaisi dikhti hogi…and yup I remember I always used to stay attached to mom on meetings whereas it wasn’t allowed to do so, my cozen, Omer also used to study with me there but his nature was very care free, now he’s a diff kinda person, Its kinda dream when I now think about my childhood days. I don’t know they were good for me or bad for me then but when I recall those days I say Allah ka shukar hai I have passed those day in chill.

Later days were those of my school days, BVS Parsi high school, i remember how I gave the test there weeping and crying like an owl, “nai jana mujhe mamma ko chor ke nai jana”…as I was very much attached to my mom and fitting in a diff environment was a hell lotta difficult for me for even a second, then those prefects somehow took me to the principal, Mrs. Deena Mistri who gave me a chocolate and I stopped crying, recalling those days my mom use to say “ kis mushkil se test dya tha isne skool ka” , even in meetings I use to cry when I see mom standing n talking to the teacher, then there I while crying and ask her to take me home, then somehow my mom manages to sooths me…hiding chronicle and showing it at the end moments to mom, bunking periods and playing cricket and those hours and loads of stuff in school, and yup I remember the fight in which I broke my hand, school life was sorta fun, sorta messy, sorta giving and taking tensions……ten yrs passed by there I made only a couple of friends who are still in touch and we make gatherings twice or thrice in six months and enjoy the most we can, some doing medical some doing engineering some doing ACCA stuff, infact we come to know across loads of stories when ever we meet.

Then came the disappointing stage, the college days, to be honest the place where no ones yours in the hour of need, college days went by making no any important event for me to discuss it here, except that of tuitions at Safder place, it was a nice experience, got to know people there, halla gulla stuff and chapai kerna seekha wahan se. Yup one blunder I remember was the tag stick which I broke on which Jamil was written in bold during those sports gala while digging it in a fashionable manner on the sand and it suddenly turned into two!!! , then Sara Hasan chewing chewing gums and sticking it so as not to show it broken, sorry Sara if you are reading it, you were the flag bearer and I gave u the tension to hold it more hard then u had to……um really very sorry for that!!

Then the professional studies which um still doing, university is the place where person come to know how to deal and to extract the work out of the person, which I didn’t learned up to its max until now . Politics in studies, events and among friends emerges to max at this stage. You have to keep your eyes and ears more than wide open so as no one can plot a plan against you. 1^st yr passed by doing stupidities, became more kinda out out and it ruined my confidence, and then I regained by thinking I am what I am. May be due to those stupidities my grades were that much less…then 2^nd yr was aimed at creating your own image good or bad what eva it was, no such memories were there to b in discussion, 3^rd yr started with a boom, I realized money is power, gave tutions in 2^nd and 3^rd  yr both, taking out time from my busy schedule created a mess as a result my cgpa dropped down a little bit, It was obviously extra work, so managing studies was quite difficult with tuitions, TIME is the biggest factor…but many guys my batch are still giving tuitions, don’t know how they manage. Eventually my 2 more brothers opt to go abroad for job in 3^rd yr and left me with all those responsibilities which they were assigned to do, this is another tension, what I was supposed to do I have to do double work now, but it’s a kinda test gifted to me by Allah, may Allah help me to fulfill it successfully. Projects gave a boost in 2^nd and 3^rd yr both, deciding groups for the projects is the hardest ever task at fast khi, still I have final year project and we guys are still searching ova it day and night.

But the good thing about 3^rd yr is that I felt a change within me, I felt like people have again started recognizing my place. I found some guys who are really really helpful and supportive, one of them recently left due to unavoidable situation and the consequences our country is going through, the others are still here, but ill miss them after university days Inshallah(for passing out successfully) cuz they are an asset to me, I really wished koi mera itna acha dost banay uni ke periods mein before getting into this university, but the one who left I ll miss him the most, the reason being that they are just lyk me, no ditching for any personal reason or any personal interest…this thing makes me value them the most.

By now you must have an idea what kinda nature I possess and who people I like to get-together with.

So I gotta sign off now, take care babye, cya later

Allah Hafiz

Regards,

Wajih ur Rehman

N.B: never judge a person in the first appearance, give him some time to prove himself so as you come to know the real gem inside the person…

Moreover it’s not a comments kind topic as it’s my first post, but they are most welcomed as a source of inspiration. Thank you!!!