2 posts tagged “pakistan”
Do you buy products made locally? Is there anything made in your area that you love?
- Local products in my country are quite great. If I were asked this question a few years back, I would've said NO. But after living in my land for about two years, I say YES, I'd very much prefer to buy the local products. I really love how the competition between local and international products is rising. Competition is one of the main cause for the quality of the local products being raised. And I really appreciate and love that. There are many products in my locality that I love. The food here is great, the furniture and other hand-made stuff is far better than the one made internationally. Even with all the corruption and faults, I still love my country and I wish I could do more for it somehow. Good Wishes, Salams...
Hi everyone. My name is Azeem Ashraf. I’m a Pakistani and a Muslim. To most of the Westerners, being both would seem a crime. No offense whatsoever but I write this because of some personal experiences. Anyway, my roots belong to Faisalabad but I’m currently living in Lahore. I’m 20.25 years old at the moment. I lived 19 years of my life in a small city called Al-Ahsa in the Eastern Province of Saudi Arabia. Many people brag about their childhood, like how creative they were in their childhood and stuff. I, for one, won’t do that. I was a great student till the 6th grade. Thats when I left school to become a Hafiz. I became one successfully and eventually. But my comeback to the academic world wasn’t as enthusiatic as it was before. On a scale from 1 to 10, I’ll give myself 7 as a student, academically speaking. Though I was inclined towards the extra curricular activites since childhood. I was an active participants in competitions such as General Knowledge Quiz, Essay Writing, Speeches, Debates, etc. I hosted my schools annual function five consecutive years, from grade 8 till 12. I wasn’t that much active in Qirrat or Naat Competitions because two and a half years of memorizing the Holy Quran had sucked out all religious aspect to my nature. As for the Sports Competitions, I never quite got the idea of Fielding for two or three hours straight for my team when I knew that in the end I would have to go home without playing an active role for the team such as Batting or Bowling. So, Soccer was the game for me. Living in Saudi Arabia, you realize that wasting two hours playing Soccer is better than wasting 8 hours doing nothing in the Cricket field. The ambience of soccer in the street really captures your mind and soul. People such as Pele, Maradonna, Majid Abdullah seem more than heroes as compared to your county legends such as Imran Khan, Wasim Akram. And even in soccer, I wasn’t much of an active component. I was merely the Defender. I wasn’t a Striker because my physical strength and stamina failed me on being one. It’s quite obvious, you can’t really be a Striker if you weigh more than 80 kilos, have a waist of 38 and you wear tailored dress pants because the Readymade Garments industry doesn’t make a size that fits you. Popularity gleamed me in Highschool (or as we Pakistanis say, College) though, I was made the Captain of the Soccer team. Merely because I was voted one because the other candidates were either midgets or nerds. But the Pele in me woke that day, I worked hard for my team. I made strategies, none of which were put into action when mattered, to take my team all the way to the Cup. We had only two matches, a league match and then the Final. Both were won by luck and chance. Maybe God favoured us that day. So there I was on the stage holding the Winners Trophy and thinking to myself, “Maybe this is how Cafu felt when he raised that golden trophy in 2002?. The second year of college gave me more popularity. This time I was choosen a Captain, not out of choice but by the will of the common people. And in the Finals we emerged again as the victor. So this is how my life was till Highschool.
My life took a turn when I finished College. I came back to my country. The joy of living in my own country, where even the simplest of the people could understand what I was saying because they understood Urdu, and the patriotism that had been held back all these years left me flabbergasted. I came late, so missed on all the Admission dates in Private universities and institutes. But I did manage to take the UET Entry Test. Didn’t do well on it, so didn’t make it in the merit list. Took the PU Entry Test, made it through but eventually dropped out because of “Benefit of Doubt”. So that’s how I wasted my first year after College. The second year started well. I joined KIPS academy to enhance my academic skills. But I guess that academy failed to brainwash me. All I learnt there was the Art of Babe-Hunting, practiced regularly in my country, but that is the branch of Art I’m least interested in. Because to me, Girls aren’t just creatures we should chase on our bikes or throw our cell numbers at. I think and believe that Girls have a bigger cause than that in our world. Anyway back to my story. So I took the UET Entry Test once again, this time being prepared by at KIPS, but all in vain. This time around I scored even lesser numbers than the intial year. The PU Entry Test didn’t go well too. So I finally thought of taking the NCA Entry Test. Now NCA is something worth talking about. It’s the most famous Art University in Pakistan. The “only” awarded famous Architect of Pakistan is an NCA Graduate. I forgot to mention that Architecture was the field I was and still am opting for. The reason being that I’ve always wanted to be an Architect. I know I sound like those Pakistani/Indian Actors/Actresses who wanted to be in the Film Industry since the day their Umbilical Cord was cut, but hey that’s me. Anyway back to NCA, now this institute brags more than century of history, yet their Peons still accept bribes to give you forms, the Self-Support Students are still elected on the basis of Reference and not on the basis of Merit, the only institute that proudly admits LGBTs (no offense), these are some of the qualities which make NCA unique. It doesn’t matter whether you get enrolled or not, the students there give you the Ragging of your lifetime. I have nothing against NCA but their fucked up way of enrolling candidates is what pisses me off. From my brief intro about NCA you might’ve guessed that I didn’t make it to NCA either. “Poor Azeem” is how most of the people I call Relatives and Friends, now, address me. I have faith in Allah SWT, so I believe that everything happens for a reason, even the ones we call “bad things”. So this is how my life turned out to be when I came back to the “Land of the Pure” aka “Pakistan”.
This was a briefly detailed introduction to my life. I will be updating more about me and how I feel as soon as I get another night free.
Good Wishes, Salams…
Views expressed here are purely the views of the writer who is a Hardcore Pakistani Patriotic. No offence meant to anyone in anyway
My life took a turn when I finished College. I came back to my country. The joy of living in my own country, where even the simplest of the people could understand what I was saying because they understood Urdu, and the patriotism that had been held back all these years left me flabbergasted. I came late, so missed on all the Admission dates in Private universities and institutes. But I did manage to take the UET Entry Test. Didn’t do well on it, so didn’t make it in the merit list. Took the PU Entry Test, made it through but eventually dropped out because of “Benefit of Doubt”. So that’s how I wasted my first year after College. The second year started well. I joined KIPS academy to enhance my academic skills. But I guess that academy failed to brainwash me. All I learnt there was the Art of Babe-Hunting, practiced regularly in my country, but that is the branch of Art I’m least interested in. Because to me, Girls aren’t just creatures we should chase on our bikes or throw our cell numbers at. I think and believe that Girls have a bigger cause than that in our world. Anyway back to my story. So I took the UET Entry Test once again, this time being prepared by at KIPS, but all in vain. This time around I scored even lesser numbers than the intial year. The PU Entry Test didn’t go well too. So I finally thought of taking the NCA Entry Test. Now NCA is something worth talking about. It’s the most famous Art University in Pakistan. The “only” awarded famous Architect of Pakistan is an NCA Graduate. I forgot to mention that Architecture was the field I was and still am opting for. The reason being that I’ve always wanted to be an Architect. I know I sound like those Pakistani/Indian Actors/Actresses who wanted to be in the Film Industry since the day their Umbilical Cord was cut, but hey that’s me. Anyway back to NCA, now this institute brags more than century of history, yet their Peons still accept bribes to give you forms, the Self-Support Students are still elected on the basis of Reference and not on the basis of Merit, the only institute that proudly admits LGBTs (no offense), these are some of the qualities which make NCA unique. It doesn’t matter whether you get enrolled or not, the students there give you the Ragging of your lifetime. I have nothing against NCA but their fucked up way of enrolling candidates is what pisses me off. From my brief intro about NCA you might’ve guessed that I didn’t make it to NCA either. “Poor Azeem” is how most of the people I call Relatives and Friends, now, address me. I have faith in Allah SWT, so I believe that everything happens for a reason, even the ones we call “bad things”. So this is how my life turned out to be when I came back to the “Land of the Pure” aka “Pakistan”.
This was a briefly detailed introduction to my life. I will be updating more about me and how I feel as soon as I get another night free.
Good Wishes, Salams…
Views expressed here are purely the views of the writer who is a Hardcore Pakistani Patriotic. No offence meant to anyone in anyway
