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Islamabad Calling

It’s been a while since I’ve last had some food for thought and there’s an obvious hunger inside my soul. Never did I know that there would be such a drought of inspiration in the city I moved into, where people are barren lands. Yes, it isn’t wise to blame your surrounds for personal exasperations but there is definitely some truth behind the philosophy of people exuding vibes – good or bad. Yet I long for the literal green pastures of Islamabad and the company of good friends, colleagues and mentors whose presence would keep my spirits high during times when uncertainties made their way into my thought processes.

Now again is the time to fix my gaze to the same green pastures and wait for the miracle of the law of attraction – who knows if I find my lost connection. InshaAllah I will.

Remembering the victims of earthquake 2005

Below here is a re-post of a poem I wrote sometimes back in rememberance of the victims of the catastrophic October 8th 2005 earthquake. The biggest natural calamity of our times that took lives of thousands and shattering those of millions. Both the parts of Kashmir along with the Balakot and Mansehra district were the worst affected areas.

The calamity united the Pakistani masses in the efforts of relief and rehabilitation of the affected people. Wonderous tales of sacrifices and philanthropy emerged out of the tragedy. People from as far as Karachi moved to help their misery-stricken countrymen. Generous support, both financial and technical poured in from outside the country. Now after the lapse of three years when the rehabilitation of the affectees is near to completion one cannot forget the ones who lost their lives in the most unfortunate way. May their souls rest in eternal peace!

Somewhere there were dreams fragile,
Somewhere there was life with a smile,

The smile faded, life gone,
The dreams became unknown,

Let us think, let us ponder
Let us wake from the slumber,

Let us build again a paradize,
For the remains of those with a sad demise,

Look at the child sitting in the rubble,
Teary eyed, caged heart, breathing with a ruttle

The child deprived of pen and paper,
Let us educate him to prosper

What if they are on the recieving side,
We are here to restore their pride

We’ll rebuild their world again,
And will share all their pain

Youth matters

Listening to a radio show last evening themed on the Pakistani youth I got flashes of the legions of youngsters that I come across every now and then in different job interview spots, waiting for their turns to be interviewed and grab whatever chances they are offered to be employed.
The glimpse that I mentioned above, to my knowledge, have multiple reasons behind it. There is an abundance of the talented graduates who have cropped out of the system but they cannot be absorbed in the job market accordingly. Graduates having studied subjects like literature in different languages, Islamic Studies and even social sciences to some extent aren’t accepted into the fold of companies rendering professional services. If they can’t be fitted into any of the professional organizations then why are they graduated in the first place? or why isn’t there something where they can be readily accepted to mature and groom?
The second mix of the individuals represent the higher numbers and can be found at most of the interview locations. Most of them serve in different capacities but aren’t satisfied with their present jobs most obviously due to their low remuneration packages against the ever increasing inflation. This portrays a darker picture of our failing economic system.
The last component of the desirers are the most unfortunate; the unemployed professional degree holders. They are the cream of our youth who are waiting to be given a chance to prove their mettle and if given proper opportunities they can prove the more uttered and less cared adage of our leaders, “ youth are the backbone of the nation “. I’ve rarely seen a job advertisement where there isn’t a demand of an individual without the column of ‘the professional experience’. How the hell would they acquire it when you aren’t ready to get them in?
While coming across the budding talent of Pakistani youth can be a source of pure contentment for an optimist one cannot deny the fact that our youth is fast disenchanting from the national matters courtesy their ill handling in our society. Brain drain is on rampant. There are serious issues to ponder on part of our policy makers lest we would be devoid of our hopes.