Only Human
Tayyab's blog. nuff said.
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Saturday, September 6, 2008
Cliff Diving
Friday, July 25, 2008
Of Moths and Humans
On one of these interesting times that the power was out, my family and I were sitting in the lounge, almost silent after running out of topics to talk about. During this relatively peaceful time, I noticed a moth that was constantly trying to touch the flame of the candle we had lit to be able to see each other's gloomy faces. The moth would touch the flame and go away, at times getting burnt by the flame, other times hitting hard the glass on which the candle was standing. This went on for as long as I could remember (probably a little less than an hour).
The next day, I found the moth dead on the floor of the lounge. I thought to myself: This moth had spent its entire, albeit short, lifetime trying to get close to a light source (the type of light didn't really matter), and had died while trying to achieve this seemingly myopic, nonsensical goal.
But I also realized, that humans are not very different. Yes, we may live a life of 70-80 years (if we're lucky), as compared to the 2-3 week lifespan of the moth, but essentially we spend our entire lives trying to make money, and more money. And this obsession keeps us busy until we meet death. Reminds me of the following verses from the beautiful song from The Verve:
'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony, this life
Trying to make ends meet
You're a slave to money then you die
For most of us, that really is the story. We spend our lives in search of money, and then we die. Anyone looking at humans from a distance would not find us very different from that moth.
TL;DR: Lying in my death bed, in retrospect, I would not want to see a life spent only on trying to earn money, and realizing that I had only one shot at life, and I wasted it. Nor would I want this for any of my friends or family. Money is only a means, not the end.
Friday, April 11, 2008
What I don't want to be remembered as...
Teesri jama'at kay baad Tayyab apni family kay saath Saudi Arabia hijrat kar gaye. Unhon nay teesri jamaat say chhati jamaat tak wahan taleem haasil kee. (American school part omitted because of patriotic reasons). Uss kay baad unhon nay aik saal Islamabad mein guzara, jis kay baad woh Karachi chalay gaye. Karachi mein hee unhon nay apna mash'hoor khitaab "TJ" paaya. Yahan par unhon nay apni ta'leem mukammal kee (O Levels and A Levels part omitted because of anti-colonialistic reasons).
Magar Tayyab kay parhai kay shoq nay un ko yahan ruknay nahee diya, aur woh mazeed ta'leem kay liay Lahore chalay aye (as if a bachelors degree is really rare). Yahan par unhon nay Lahore University of Management Sciences, jis ko pyaar say LUMS bhi kehtay hein, kay prestigious Computer Science program mein dakhila haasil kiya.
(Since I didn't get any awards as such, we need to say the following) Tayyab yahan par bhi baaki bachon say zyada mehenti aur danish'mand thay. Woh parhai aur baaki cheezon mein sab say agay hotay thay, aur unhon nay bohat jaga apni university ka naam roshan kiya. Sab asaatiza ko Tayyab par bohat fakhar tha.
Apnay aakhri saal mein Tayyab nay LUMS kee mash'hoor society LES kee sadaarat haasil kee. Unhon nay iss society ko apna bohat saara qeemti waqt diya, aur society kee shaan mein chaar chaand lagaye. Unhon nay apnay ham-khayaal logon kay saath mil kar Pakistan mein pehli baar Young Leaders and Entrepreneurs Summit karaaya, jis mein pooray Pakistan say taalib-e-ilm aaye.
(... to be continued)
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Religious Freedom in Pakistan
In our subcontinent, and in the West till a few decades ago, the trend has largely been that religion is "inherited" from your parents... just like your ethnicity, your looks, and your allergies.
In Pakistan, for example, no child (even when he/she becomes an adult) can dare think of
changing their religion because of two reasons:
1. The whole household will break down and there will be waves of criticism from the immediate and extended family, from friends (who might soon become ex-friends) and from the society as a whole. Basically your family will disown you and your society will treat you like an outcast.
2. More importantly, under the Islamic law, you will be labeled a "murtid", and are liable to be killed unless you repent and revert. I am not sure how many scholars disagree with this law, but to the best of my knowledge, it is widely accepted.
I completely fail to understand that with such laws, how can we even dare to invite others to Islam. How can we ask someone to leave their religion and become a Muslim if leaving a religion is such a heinous crime? The typical Muslim response to this question is: "That is because Islam is the true religion of God and all the others are not". Come on! With such a self-centered worldview, do you really expect to be living in harmony with the rest of the world?
Imagine you trying to convince someone to convert to Islam... and in return he says "I am convinced that your religion is the true and final religion of God, but if I convert, my government will kill me under the religious law". What will you call their law? Savage? That is exactly what they call us: savage, barbaric, extremists.
The non-flexibility of religion is so ingrained in our heads that hardly anyone even dares to ask questions like "Is there even a God? If yes, is Islam really His true and final religion?" In fact, even the sub-categories of religion are so rigidly defined that no one dares think of changing their sect from one sect to the other. In most cases, that could actually be worse than leaving religion altogether.
Conclusion: I strongly feel that religion is a matter of personal choice, and we really need to help our people understand this. We need to kick back the self-righteousness and and push up the tolerance. As the Radio1 public service announcement very aptly puts it: "Tolerance. It's not just a word. It's what we need."
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
Saying Goodbye
Since my car was standing at the workshop, on many of the days I had to go to the car parts road of Lahore, which is known as Montgomery road (It's actually surprising how many pre-independence British names we still haven't changed more than half a century after our so called independence!) n many of the days, I had to go during office timings, which led to me sitting till late, sometimes even after 11PM!
But if you have read "Who moved my cheese", which was given to me by my boss in Infosys (Pune, India), Miss Zalak Dedhia as a farewell gift, you would learn how to convert any incident into a learning experience. And I did, I now have more knowledge of the car parts industry and the qualities or parts available. I have also become less dependent on my car now, it doesn't seem all that crucial now after I've spent more than a month without it.
The Young Leaders and Entrepreneurs Summit (YLES) 2008 is going on at LUMS nowadays, and they have a whopping 900 delegates this time, including an international team from Malaysia. Yesterday was the most exciting part of the event, the ad-making competition... and I must say that some of the ads were absolutely mind-blowing! It seemed that their concepts and ideas for the ads came from some advertising expert! According to the "official statement", the ads will be available on the YLES website soon.
Friday, December 28, 2007
27th Dec 2007 - Through my eyes
The following was the sequence of events on my 27th December. I had office as usual, and was supposed to catch an 8pm flight to Karachi to attend the wedding of one of my closest friends from college, Shireen. I had planned to make it to the “dholki” tonight and also attend the main wedding function on Friday. So this is what my day went like…
09:30 AM – Alarm rings. Press “Snooze”
09:35 AM – Alarm rings again. Press “Snooze”
…. This goes on every 5 minutes… until 10:30 AM …
10:30 AM – Alarm rings. Press “Shut up” button. Get up from bed. Get ready.
10:45 AM – Pack for Karachi.
11:00 AM – Leave for office.
11:20 AM – Reach office. Start work.
01:30 PM – Go to pick up mom from Daewoo station, who was coming from Multan.
01:45 PM – Go back to office. Give car to mom. Continue work.
05:50 PM – Hurriedly get up from a meeting with the CEO. Leave office. Grab a riksha back home. Tell him to step on it.
06:10 PM – Get a call from Zartash, director of our company, informing me that he has just been informed from a friend in Pindi that Benazir has been critically wounded in a suicide bombing, and has been taken to hospital.
06:25 PM – Reach home. Do some final packing in a hurry. Get another call from Zartash: “Benazir is dead”.
[It takes a while to sink in. A few seconds pass in shocked silence]
“Oh God. That is unbelievable!”
“Yes. This is certainly going to lead to a lot of trouble.”
“Yes. I am now double-minded about going to Karachi.”
[some more exchanges follow. How? When? Who?]
“Take care”
"Khuda Hafiz"
06:45 PM – Packing complete. Still in shock. Go back to the same riksha, put in my luggage and we leave for the airport.
06:55 PM – By this time I have exchanged more than 25 messages and have received at least 5 phone calls all related to the tragic death of BB and more importantly, the events to follow.
07:00 PM – Get to talk to Shireen. She is not sure if today’s event is going to take place or not. I am now undecided if I should even go or not.
07:02 PM – My decision is made easier by a phone call from dad, ruling out the option of me going to Karachi, because violence has already started in the form of burning buses and cars and shootings in the city.
07:10 PM – Park riksha outside airport. Call PIA to cancel my ticket. After a lot of “network busy” signals, I finally get through. Unfortunately, all their systems have crashed. The guy at the call center tells me to call back later. The flight is to leave in 50 minutes. I don’t want to waste money on a flight I’m not going to take. I call back again. Still no luck.
07:20 PM – Tell riksha-wala that this is not the end of our adventurous journey. I put my luggage back into the riksha. Call Shireen and let her know I’m not coming. We take off for home.
07:30 PM – reach Cantt. area, keep checking for any sort of unrest. Thankfully, on the route I took, there was none.
08:00 PM – safely reached home.
However, I later talked to people in Karachi, and they told me that they were constantly praying to God to get them home safely. One of my cousins saw a shooting right ahead on their road, as a result of which women were running out of their cars with their children and hurrying to go and lie down in nearby empty plots to avoid crossfire. Bullets firing, children crying, tires burning, women running… I can only imagine the fight-or-flight reaction of the people watching this horrific scene, worried about their own safety and those of their children.
As of now, 10:00 PM, Lahore is mostly silent… not a car in sight. One can only hope that this is the end of the chain of reactions to this terrible event, but knowing our people, it is too high a hope to have.