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The memon chronicles – origins

When one goes through the annals of Indian history, there is often mention of a particular ethnic group of sailor merchants, or memons. Rich in entrepreneurs and aggressive,  this community started branching out across the world as far back as the 1800’s when they established firms foot holds in Burma, Srilanka, Far east as well as north and south Africa.

However the history of memons goes back a lot further than that. As far back as the 14th century where it is said that a follower of Syed Abdul Qadir Jilani namely Syed Yusufuddin alias Yusuf Sindhi visited India and made converts of thousands of hindu families living in Kathiawar. These families or “momis” as Yusuf sindhi used to call them out of his affection at their exemplary Muslim habits later then came to be known to the world as memons.  Today memons are about 4 million in number and are still distributed throughout the world, but most of them live in Karachi and come from different localities all situated around Junagadh.  They are known to each other from the names of these localities, such as Bantva, Dhoraji, Vanthali, Halai, Okhai & Jetpur.

I come from just such a family of migrants who initially settled in a small town called Bantva near Junagadh in India. My father was born there and migrated to Pakistan when he was 9 years old. According to him Bantva was hardly a town back then but more of a village, The community that lived there was made up of mainly 80% sunni memons who were employed down to the last man in the factories and offices of 3 huge business concerns mainly the Adams, the Araqs and the Dada’s. Having no choice the men of that time would complete their education and be employed with any of these three firms signing almost slave like contracts of 40 months each, out of which they would stay out of town for more than 10 months. Failure to live up to the expectations of these “nagar seths” as they were called resulted in not just a termination of work but the inability to find any further work anywhere nearby.  These seths ruled with absolute power all the way across India, in food grain, jute, commodities and textile trade. The dawood’s and the Ghani and Tyebs came much later, near partition. A small example of this is the fact that before partition Haji habib Ahmed later known as Seth Habib Araqwalla had more than 50 branches of food grain trading businesses all over India , and when Pakistan was formed the (newly rich) Dawoods owned Karmaphulli paper mills the largest pulp and paper project in all of South Asia.

The bantva gymkhana

The bantva gymkhana

My father migrated to Pakistan right after riots hit his small community. To this day he still blames Sardar Vallabhbhai Patel, then the minister of India, who made inflammatory speeches at a public meeting in Junagadh against the Memon community of Bantva on November 13th 1947.. Specifically, he condemned their contributions to the press fund of the Muslim League when Quaid-e-Azam visited the town in 1940. It was at this time that Bantva was attacked and fearing loss of limb or life my father’s family had no choice but to flee.

They initially set off in a train to Mumbai on route to which he vividly describes several stops which were made out of schedule, for boarding looting and killing with only one discrimination, that of the victim being Muslim. Arriving in Bombay his family then boarded a steamer to set sail for Karachi, and a new land which to them was the only option left.

My  great grand father had already established business links in Karachi by his partnership in M.M Jaffar and co with its presence in the city by the sea. They arrived and purchased a building, off the main road in the kharadar area of town from a Hindu now concerned only with getting a good price for what he owned as he was leaving for India. Ironically when the leaders of our countries divided India they did not give much heed to the fact that everyone would be displaced, not just the Muslims. Acquiring the 4 storied structure for 40,000 rs they settled in Karachi where they still remain to this day although having shifted out to different areas of the city.

During my years growing up in Karachi, I have personally witnessed many from my community grow in stature or diminish, according to the rise and fall of their business fortunes but one thing remains constant. We are essentially traders and businessmen, mostly quite literate and quite adept at risk taking and competition. Even today bantva in India has an average literacy rate of 69%, more than the national literacy rate of 59% of the rest of India. We are also and have been at silent war with the chinioti and the islamieli communities for control of the economic landscape of Karachi over the 62 years we have stayed here. Yes the three families that were in power in my fathers days are reduced in size by the hits they took in nationalization during the Bhutto years or the rampant departure of industry to Punjab over the years but they are still present. They have now been joined by many others who have made their own share of wealth in this city and employed it to their best advantage.

My fathers small village in India has provided Pakistan with names such as Hussain Kassem Dada, social worker and founder of Memon Education Board, Kasim Parekh – President/CEO of Habib Metropolitan Bank and governor of the State Bank of Pakistan from 1989 to 1990 and Abdul Sattar Edhi a name which needs no introduction in philanthropy or service to this land.

Even today we memons are taught the value of an honest living from birth, even today we fiddle with corporations and politics on occasion but still will respect only and only a businessman, self made and proud. We might have given up sailing but merchants we shall forever remain.

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As published in The Friday times on 30 Oct 2009

Jaag mere talib – e – ilm protest in karachi

n312147955331_7212-190x250Oct 24th Saturday saw us, me and Dr Awab that is standing in front of a pleasant surprise. A small throng of students in front of the press club with banners, megaphones et all denouncing the Taliban with passion. They had a press release they were organized and they came from 4 different colleges and some varied school districts here in Karachi. All gathered via new media and brought together for one common demand, that is for the government to provide sufficient security enabling their schools and colleges to open again. We took clips of these proceedings and laced them all into a short “through our eyes” footage video for our show LBS. It was quite heartening to see the students, most of them having no activism experience, demand their rights in a civil manner as it should be in a democracy. Even better was their denouncement of the Taliban. Its about time we made the militants aware of what we feel about their war on us as well.

Is there no hope?

It gets harder and harder to write everyday. So bizarre is the scenario in Pakistan that the news feed  jacked into my mind is full of people exploding at different places, human bombs strike us every day, killing all around them in their suicides.  Every single day brings reports of suicide bombings in different cities of Pakistan. All of this compounds to an air of depression that hangs around us like a dense fog.

However when I saw this article it struck me so deep that I had to sit down and pen my feelings on it. Basically Germans, really affluent ones have demanded that their government increase taxes on them because they have so much money that they cannot bear to see people suffering from poverty and joblessness in their country. They claim that a 5% wealth tax on them can raise 100 billion euros over the next 2 years and put the country back on track.

I thought people like these existed in fairy tales. People who care so much for their country that they want to help it any way they can. Compare that to the elite of Pakistan and you would be in for a shock. Forget help, all we want to do is to sit in our air conditioned rooms and shoot down anything that happens for the good of this land. This includes spewing obscenities at politicians or at main stream media or any poor sod who tries to speak up. The rhetoric is so deafening that it drowns out all thought and reason.

We clamor against aid but never pay taxes, every income tax season brings number fudging at its highest creative point here and the lawyers have a field day raking it in. We scream against discrimination of Muslims at the hand of Jews but yet employ people at less than USD 80 a month to do our “outdoor” tasks on scooters, they are called “runners” in Pakistan & they do everything from paying bills at counters to getting ice cream for the masters kids on hot days. A friend of mine, a lover of stats just informed me that his swiss banker says Pakistani businessmen have so much money piled up over there that they can pay off the entire national debt in cash and still be left with half.

So why cannot we be more like the Germans? Well its quite simple, most of us do not give a shit about Pakistan. To us it does not matter if the Taliban over take us or not, it does not matter if we disintegrate the dream our forefathers had, it does not matter if someone lives or dies all that matters is that we make our pile and quickly shift it out of the country for a nest egg to live off when we retire to Dubai or Barcelona or wherever it is that rich Pakistani’s retire to.

I am not trying to say that there are no good people here, but I have come to realize that most people here do not want to, or are up to no good and that is because of utterly selfish reasons. Still I am hopeful, because even in this shit storm of negativity there are small islands of strength, people like Salman Mehmood who lived a life affected by Thalaesemia major but never let it hold them back. Salman died a few days ago here in Karachi. He was 24 years old and fought for a cause that nobody gives a damn about. Yesterday the sindh assembly passed a bill which states that everyone will be tested before getting a marriage certificate to check for the disease he had. Even though he might not get credit for it, he lived a life full of pain and uncertainty but contributed to make this happen. Two days before he went into the hospital for the last time he and his sister held a blood drive at Fatmid, a local blood bank here, even at the end he fought for the cause. This is our tribute to him.

I believe that while there are people like this in Pakistan, nobody can bring it down. Not in their lives anyways. Salman keep watching over us man, we need all the help we can get!

Laidback Show Episode 4 – @skdev tribute

Show notes

Opinion flaws

The talk of the town these days is suicide bombings being undertaken by what the media claims are Islamic Zealots and Fanatics. What is perhaps very interesting to note is that the garb of Islamism over the past few decades of our country’s existence has been worn by all sorts of people ranging from fundos to pirs masquerading as healers via faith to ordinary stick wielding men in colleges shouting slogans against musical programs to numerous parliamentarians in our coveted assemblies. The underlying constant in all these various so-called Islamists actions has been that they have used and abused religion to suit their needs. The oft repeated dictate of Karl Marx that Religion is the opium of the masses has been depicted blatantly in all these religious and pseudo moralistic actions of various individuals over the past few decades. The support garnered in the name of religion has sometimes been astounding and at other times abysmal but this pendulum effect in terms of support has not dissuaded numerous new comers to avoid usage of religion as a tool to generate support for their cause.

The interesting part to note is that this trend of moulding religion to suit one’s needs instead of amending ones own behavior to suit the needs of religion is a symptom prevalent even amongst the so called liberal and educated classes of our country. Therefore we have various forms of un-informed liberals and intelligentsia declaring their own limits  in terms of what is allowed by Islam and what is not and whatever suits their methods and actions is often justified in the name of a liberal version of Islam and whoever goes against their declaration is termed to be a fundo. The interesting bit to note is that these pseudo religious- liberals have not gone into the depth of what the Quran says and what are the dictates of Islam. Instead their version of liberal Islam is based on an antipathy of what the other side of the divide is proclaiming. For example, if the so called fundos are blatantly against photography, the liberals will proclaim that photography is allowed and disallowing it is just a case of taking a rigid view of islam in which photography is not allowed. This just being an example, my point is that if u were to ask either side of the divide I.e the fundos as well as the liberals to explain their position in light of the Quran and the teachings of the Prophet(PBUH), none would be able to justify their stance.

The underlying thought in all I have written above is that if one were to start a discussion on religion, 90% of the people would have an opinion on it but only 2% of them would be able to back up their opinion in light of what is revealed in the Holy Book. Why is it then that we seek to impose our own humanitarian version of what religious inductions are when actually these inductions have been revealed by the Almighty whose knowledge supersedes that of all humans combined. Psychological studies indicate that the answer to this lies in human tendency to alter things to satisfy their own needs. However, are we apt enough to alter the commands of a religion to suit our needs???… and if we are moulding religion based on our opinion, then what is the difference between a so called liberal and a fundo when essentially both are toying with their own interpretation of religion and acting accordingly? Are we then not essentially talking about two sides of the same coin??.. and are we not degrading our religion by casting our own opinions onto others without going into an in depth analysis of what the finer points of the religion actually are and what they mean??

The underlying premise in all the ramblings above is that its high time that we, as Pakistanis and Muslims realize that the tendency to have an opinion on everything whether it be sports, religion, politics etc is a flaw and not a treasured part of our respective personalities. The opinion that really counts is one that is backed up by a proper study of the subject and one that can be classified as solid. For this purpose, the first step to take is to do an introspection of our own selves. It is very easy to cast fingers at others but have we ever looked at our own faults and follies. The flaws we find in others are perhaps symptomatic of the flaws of our general society which has a tendency to undertake character assassinations and fault finding missions instead of drafting solutions. Successful nations and people are those who have amended their faults before pointing fingers at others. Whether we have the wherewithal to undergo this transformation is a 1.5 billion dollar question…. And alas if we fail there is still hope as we can always become beggars and ask uncle Kerry and lugar for aid!!!

Khuda ki basti

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In my travels around this world, I have come across some cities with really funny names for areas, and even themselves and their towns. For example I have had the unfortunate pleasure of witnessing a town called, Shamrock in Texas because of the single structure in it, the diamond shamrock gas station. However Karachi or Kolachi as it was known when Mai kolachi and her fishermen clan settled to lay roots to this metropolis some 200 years ago, takes the cake on out of the world names. Yes a woman laid the foundation of this place, still wondering why it is so temperamental?

There are two khadda markets in this city, one is in the posh area of defense near Ghizri while the other is in Lyari. The Defence Housing Authority (D.H.A) one is probably named after the low lying area while the Lyari one for all accounts and purposes must be for the standard of living it provides. Just like markets this city has bazaars with names that sometimes make sense and sometimes nonsense. Take “Kapra market”, or “botul gali” seem innocuous enough as they reflect the goods traded there, although boozers should not head to “botul gali” as it sells them empty. Do tell me though what is the point of a place called “chaanti lane” when it stocks and sells the bulk of this city’s cosmetics and perfumery instead of items that can be sorted like the bargain basement vibe its name gives out. You think it would be stocked with old or used items and you arrive to find Max Mara and Elle boxes littering the dingy alley.

On to areas and perhaps the funniest I have come across is “Lallu khait” because there isn’t a “lalu” or “khait/field” in sight for miles. It is a cut throat semi slum drawl of a development where hundreds of thousands live instead of the simple minded farm its name suggests. Misleading a tourist is so easy in this city because of such names that sometimes I think its cabby’s which invented it all rather than municipal bodies. Then Karachi wallas are often prone to name things for their utility then sentiments anyways, prime examples of which would be “teen hatti” which started out as three shops and a road or “Nagan Chowrangi” who’s traffic problem has been sorted with the new flyover constructed over it, but was named thus for the amount of accidents that take place there. More of the same searching would lead to “Bewah colony” set up by a philanthropist to sadder town where areas such as Bohri Bazaar, Joota Gali (shoe street), Bartan Gali (utensil street) and many more can be found standing witness to practicality rather than philosophy.

The new areas being developed however have taken the trend of narcissm in their stride and thus usually reflect the name of a famous person of the area or a social worker or even a political personality, although with the political personality the names of their centers of power keep changing with each successive government which makes it a point to emblazon its name everywhere including signs. Perhaps the citizens of this city can also make a “lota chowk” somewhere to lay claim to the changing fortunes of the halls of power?

Not to be outdone by nouns and pronouns and names, Karachi’s different localities and the civic structures in them have also been witnessed by this scribe in various forms of verbal distress. Take “Touch me” chowrangi (which is not the gay meeting spot of this city) or Kaala pul (which is anything but black) or U.P moare (which is a roundabout not a turn) or Dau minute chorangi (which takes 40 minutes to go across) and you have an experience that is as unique as this city and the denizens that live and thrive in it.

Quite frankly if you ask me the whole trend was started by our old Masters the British who were famous for naming their conquered areas with oddities like “soldier bazaar” a market for British soldiers or “Khara dar” or “Meetha dar” names given to salt and sweet water entrances to the city. We just carried on this trend and took it to extremes even Michelangelo would not have dreamt of.

Some people and civic planners included think that the city government should rectify these anomalies. However even if the city government or its municipal bodies try changing names on signboards they could never change it from people’s minds and hearts, so I think they gave up on that idea a long time ago. I sometimes wonder what kind of a headache we have provided for the manufacturers of Google maps who have on line maps of this city and these areas. Do you dear reader think there is someone somewhere in the world who thinks that these are not even real names and some elaborate joke we Karachi wallas have played on this high tech squeaky clean, aptly branded and named world?

In any case one thing is for bloody certain, with the blandness of a “sea view” this city also has its “Khuda ki basti” and this just goes to show once again that there really is no place in the world like the City by the Sea. No area without uniqueness in it, no quarter spared of the culture, art and vibe this urban monolith throbs with. This place creation/mutation wise cannot and probably never will be outdone. The people of Lahore can have their history and wax lyrical about it; we will take our oddball humor any day.

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As published in The Friday Times, 16/10/2009

Pics credit : Raja Islam

Telenor “Easypaisa” launch, Sneak Peak!

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The telecommunication sector in Pakistan has been heating up with the introduction of new players in the market.  Gone are the days when maybe link ruled and fooled us to the tune of exorbitant rates and low service. Instead carriers like Telenor are launching newer and more convenience based products coupled with reasonable rates guaranteed to blow you away. The Telenor “Easy Paisa” service is just such a product going into its official launch tomorrow. For this purpose Telenor has invited the bloggers of Karachi and we are all gathering tomorrow at Pearl continental hotel, 3:30 pm for the mega launch. Below are the official company pre release notes for this product, seems exciting so far. I shall be updating this post after the launch tomorrow with my thoughts.

Easypaisa

Utility Bills Payment made Easy: Telenor with Tameer Bank is proud to announce the launch of its new brand “easypaisa” Through this brand now not only Telenor customers but every one in Pakistan, cell phone users or not can pay their bills through nearest easy paisa outlet. With the launch there are 2500 retail outlets across Pakistan which will be increased in few months to 8000 retail outlets including Telenor Sales and Service Center and Telenor Franchise. The easypaisa outlet is here to bring convenience in the lives of People of Pakistan, the major attributes of this brand are as follows: Convenience (service at your door step):

  • You can pay your utility bill at nearest retail outlet, no need to go to bank
    • Avoid queues
    • Traveling time reduced for people residing in rural/remote areas.

Flexible Timings:

  • After office/late hours
    • On weekends/holidays
    • On due date after the bank closes

Service Features:

  • Confirmation SMS received after bill pay transaction
    • 24/7 help line (345) availability (trained call center agents)

Security & Safety:

  • Through tight monitoring & Authorized Retail Agents only.
    • Assurance (Transaction is completed, legally documented, e.g stamped)
    • Online Service-Real Time transaction is generated.

Mechanism:

  • Take your utility bill and required cash to any easypaisa outlet to pay your utility bill through easypaisa bill payment service
    • (Optional) Tell your mobile phone number (any mobile operator) to the agent
    • After bill payment, collect the stamped bill having transaction id & agent id
    • Check that you have received confirmation message (Transaction ID, Bill Amount).

Apparently Zong has also entered the fray by disclosing about 30 minutes ago that they are are launching a similar product in the market. I found their announcement here and thus queried Telenor on the difference between the two which they have outlined in Comparison_easypaisa_vs_zong In either case I don’t see any harm in more and more positive competition, it can only benefit us consumers!! See you all tomorrow at the launch!!

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I arrived at the launch at around 3:20pm, they were still setting up by then and the host Naveen Naqvi was busy rehearsing for her duty this evening. Not that she needs any practice as she was quite brilliant at adding that extra touch of elegance to the proceedings. The event started around 4:20pm, quite apparent that the Islooites had gotten used to KST (Karachi standard time) and was a mixture of speeches by the CEO of the company, Telenor as well as lots of sound, fireworks and ribbon cutting of a product avatar itself as it descended from the heavens in a cacophony of lights and colour.

The product is simple and efficient, you open a bank account with Tameer bank, link it with your telenor phone account and you are then ready to pay your bills without any lines hassle or hurdles whatsoever. Either at the more than 80,000 locations the company has Pakistan wide or in the comfort of your own home. The Ceo described the entire process as a 45 second one if in your own home, upon the completion of which telenor will send you an sms confirmation of your bill being paid. Quite cool for the rushed suburbanite as well as the rural dweller sitting on some charpai up in the mountains.

What made this launch special for me though was not just  the show Telenor put on, or the fact that they had 4 tables reserved for “bloggers”.  A first in recognition of new media in the corporate world, but the company I had. I was joined at the launch by Awab Alvi, Faisal Qureshi and Reema siddiqui as well as Sana Saleem, Tazeen Javed, Farhan Masood, Farhan Chawla, Abid Beli, Discomaulvi, Raja Islam, Sarfaraz sahab and Ammar Faheem. Whilst Naveen lit up the stage our table was lit up by  funny as hell conversation, some of which was tweeted for the pleasure of the world to see. I don’t think we would be amiss if I was to claim that the cream of Pakistan’s blog sphere was present at the launch today.  In fact as Ammar Faheem (the stats guru) efficiently put it, we had perhaps the following of more than many a national newspaper sitting right there on that table. Some of us could not make it because of time and work constraints but they joined in on twitter and that made it all the more fun, Ammar Yasir and Shaista Hussain are just two such examples. A telecom event seamlessly covered/integrated by bloggers via pics and chat both online and offline to show us that yes all this is possible in this country and more. As far as me and Awab were concerned we took many a review of the product featured and look forward to bringing it all to you in the 4th edition of the Laidback show. Hopefully by next week. I would also like to mention that its hard to gather this group of people together and I do not think it would have taken place if it was not for the sobering influence of the situation our friend and blogger Salman Mahmood is going through right now. This is a time for the whole blog sphere in Pakistan to be united, as one of us is in a terrible state, but rest assured we will be with him no matter what!!

Overall a well presented and intriguing experience, may this be just the first step in bringing mainstream corporate culture and the blog sphere together… Pics below have been taken by Raja Islam & are his sole property, All rights reserved!!

Keep that trophy

23174Everyone knows south Asians love cricket, they live it they breathe it and all that other cliche stuff. What is not cliche however is when Pakistan and India play a cricket match. Far from it, its not even a match by my qualifications, its some sort of quasi mental war which both countries populace goes into when their teams face each other on the field.

Take yesterdays champions trophy match, it was just a group game, no cup at the end but the atmosphere here in Karachi was like the whole country is on the stake. Right around 6pm it got really deserted on the roads. Yes more deserted then on the first day of eid which was celebrated here a few days ago. Not only that but everywhere in hotels and dhabas, in cars and homes people were either on the net or glued to their TV’s or listening to radios. There was a huge screen put up on do talwar in Clifton and the throngs there sat in hushed silence as the match started.

Me and some friends got together for this affair as well and broke a record while doing so. For the last few years whenever we have watched an India vs Pak match, our nation has lost. Yes we were screaming and crying when Misbah played that fateful shot in the 20/20 world cup final. We could not believe it. What’s weird though is that every time this event happens its like major memory lane. One of my strongest memories always comes back with me being at the beach when miandad hit that six, and dancing for hours after wards in the water with random strangers as we had just conquered Rome or something. It’s a very very strange thrill to beat India on that field indeed for us fans.

So as we sat in hushed silence yesterday at my place and watched Pakistan bat, obviously we broke a few things as Younis and Shoaib Malik dead batted every ball like they were playing a test match. We flung ourselves into some of the most ruthless analysis of what these guys were up to, but as they eased into the middle over’s and Mohammad Yousuf replaced the beleaguered Pak captain it began making sense to us. This was the same old relic strategy that Pakistan was playing at; our gang calls it the turtle and the hare. Play like a turtle for 30 overs and then run like a hare for the next 20 ergo making a fighting score. We did make one hell of a score as well, an almost unfathomable one of 302 runs.

The break between the innings gave us just enough time to fill our plates with cold pizza and our glasses once more, one of us nervous enough to change sitting places three times for good luck as the Indian innings started.  I think I would not be stretching it if I was to say that the first 12 overs of our bowling was worse than the torture one can get in Adiala Jail. The Indian’s blasted our quick’s to every corner of the park imaginable and the nervous friend literally had a breakdown as he ended huddled up in one corner clutching the walls and shouting guttural nooo’s with every no ball and free hit that our team gave. There were 33 extras last night and I thought “nervous guy” wouldn’t make it. At one point we even debated in hushed whispers to turn it all off as his sanity was more important but then it happened. Mohammad Aamir bowled a beauty and got Tendulkar caught behind on 8 runs, Mr nervous jumped up the wall he was clutching and from then on it was constant hooting and shouting till the end as Pakistan proved once more that when they have to do it they can muster it up for sure.

However I still thought there were areas our team could have improved upon, for instance the fielding was better than before and we did score two runs outs but we did miss a lot of chances as well. The point is we could have finished India off far earlier than letting them amble to within striking distance. With India’s batting lineup our captain should not be taking chances with inventive field placings or whatever those were. Plus the fact that he kept changing his bowlers as soon as they took a wicket suggested diversity but also the thought process of a scatter gun. Although as quite evident from the description of the viewing experience, pressure in this sort of a game is immense, but Yunis khan is a professional not a middle aged man like us hanging on by a thread.

In any case as mentioned earlier, the wickets continued to tumble and by the time we had succeeded in peeling “mr nervous” off the wall Pakistan had won, the air outside soon became thick with the smoke of firing guns and youth dancing in the streets as 2:30am was welcomed by Karachi like a new dawn. All the channels went into patriotism overdrive and their logos changed colors to the familiar bandwagon as well. However I could not help but spare a thought for the Indian team, as last time a few of them lost a house or two in the vandalism following their routing at our hands. The sub continental crowds are not just as loyal as dogs they bite like them as well when on the wrong side of the result.

That being said, the mood of this city and the whole nation right now is one of invincibility, we beat the Taliban we won the 20 20 world cup and now we beat India in the champions trophy, keep that shining urn sonny boy we don’t need it we already have our medals gleaming in our hearts!!!

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As printed in “The Friday Times” Oct 9, 2009

The Laidback Show Episode 3

The third edition of The Laidback Show – UpShorts, by Faisal Kapadia and Awab Alvi. Enjoy the discussion but would love some feedback on how we can improve this casual discussion podcast

Show Notes after the jump

U.K visa farce

Its not that we have a problem with standing in queue or waiting for a few days to get any sort of visa on our “green passports” since we are used to being humiliated for a short while anyways. That much is to be expected from our old Masters.

However even we the great brown slaves cannot take the prospect of having our traveling documents being taken away from us for months at a time, as we also have other plans to make.  I do understand that it comes as a great shock that we would desire to go anywhere else after applying for the exalted visa for heaven informally known as the u.k but alas such is the temperament of slaves, fickle at best.

Suffice to say we have kicked out enough of our toys from the pram that the British home secretary had to fly all the way down here in this heat and talk to our leaders. Still 200,000 passports lie in some emissaries desk in the new “border security agency” processing Pakistani paperwork based in Abu Dhabi. The paragons of efficiency that the shaikhs are they are trusted to act as an electronic fence to keep the rabble out of the U.K.

The rabble I speak of are mostly students or business travelers, as the prohibitive exchange rate of the rupee to the pound acts as a fence in itself. Many students are going through missing their orientations in spite of having admissions and resources to travel as well as classes. A business traveler  friend just received his passport back after 8 months. It does not end here but goes a step further in the lieu of new student lines at British airports where their paperwork is screened again, even though it was the basis for the visa granted in the first place. Missing paperwork or suspicion leads to deportation which is immediate.  No consideration is given for the long flight, or the fact that these are students and can get careless.

Why should we get any consideration anyways? Its not like our students are paying full brutal international fees, which these universities practically run on or will choose to stay in british society and work till the bone when graduated and hired. Not to mention the fact that the very purpose we are being screened is because we are all terrorists to someone in some way, no matter how many brave Pakistani men we lose fighting the war against terror.

Forget allied nation status, these people still think we are their gardeners folks, all they do is give us lip service. When it is time to put their cards on the table one hears that familiar “step aside please”

I commend our government for speaking up for its citizens, now it should take one step further and link the renewal of all British diplomat’s Pakistani visas with the same process we ordinary Pakistanis have to go through.

Lets see how our allies feel then shall we? Are you listening Ma’m?

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