Just Rants
Aug18

Just Rants

I started this article off as “Rants of a Medical Student” but then I’d still be ranting even if I were studying Art and Craft (which I kind of want to) so “Just Rants” it is! Oh and by the way I have exams coming up and the fact that I’m still writing this shows how dedicated the bloggers at Heal Pakistan truly are and not that the editors threatened to let us off the hook if we didn’t come up with anything soon =P So back to rants. Rant# 1 What am I doing with my life?! No seriously. We’ve all had that question stuck in our mind since high school. For the lucky ones, their future paths are already clear and they know exactly what they want to achieve. However for us “cool” and confused one’s the path isn’t that clear. In fact it’s rugged, muddy and torn with pit holes! We start with one thing and quickly move on to another one. I guess we’re just bored. Rant# 2 Exams! Why you no get hit by a train and die?!! We want straight A’s and we want them now but we don’t want to study. I mean, really, study? Us? Nice joke. All those years in school everyone was like “just get into college and then you can do whatever you want.” I think what they really meant was “just get into college, go through hell and then you can do whatever you want.” Here’s one I came across: “That moment of your pathetic medicine life when, even after your every effort, the day before stupid send up exam you Just GIVE UP Since no matter what, there is no freaking way to complete Anatomy !!” Rant# 3 Weight Gain! For us chocoholics, unwilling to exercise or go on a diet….enough said. Rant# 4 Nobody understands me :'( For all those lost souls out there, craving for attention and real friends who will stay with them through all thick and thin….don’t do drugs and you’ll be fine. Rant# 5 Bale for Batman! Down with Ben Affleck!   So in the end life is unfair, exams are still there, Bale is hot and fat is not....

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Gratifying Moments of a Proud Pakistani
Aug15

Gratifying Moments of a Proud Pakistani

On one of the most sophisticated aftaar parties this Ramzan, I got to hear this statement from one of my close family members, “Pakistan bana kar Quaid ney sirf Fasaad hi phailaya” Not new to my ears, not new for my mind to process! Yet as painful as it was, when I heard it for the first time. Words were different, but were said with the same antithetic, rude and selfish tone. “Pakistan Quaid ney sirf apney mafaad ki khaatir banaya tha” Too much for me to digest, too harsh for me to tolerate & too complicated for me to process. Ironic it is, for us to say this. My graceful, honorable and inspirational image of Quaid-e-Azam breaks, its left shattered. I think, re-think, re-re-think… I decided to read more about Quaid, about life in sub-continent, about two nation theory and about everything that can make me see the real picture. Even books like ‘Jinnah of Pakistan’ wouldn’t do enough justice to the young generation who does not know of him or the idea behind his efforts. And I am left with one option alone, lets try gathering the first hand knowledge! Yes, talk to my grandparents, question about the theme of Independence, the basic idea of separation and two nation theory.. what it was like to live together with them, share everything with Hindus and Sikhs. They are those whose hearts beat for Pakistan, whose eyes have seen Pakistan come into being What difficulties they had to overcome during migration and what was the Jazba behind all this? and after having talked to them, I have to say this with teary eyes and a broken heart that we can’t even TRY to empathize what they have gone through… we can’t even try to THINK how they have suffered, we can’t even summon up all our courage and bring that Jazba in our dead hearts now! They are those whose hearts beat for Pakistan, whose eyes have seen Pakistan come into being, whose throats were soar after shouting ‘Pakistan Zindabad’ for hours, days and months… It was not some selfish need that gathered all Muslims together, it was vision for a better tomorrow, love for a piece of land that they would own, honor for their mosques which they would fearlessly visit and above all, the feeling of not being ruled and be an independent, sovereign free nation! Freedom, that we can’t even sense now.. This led them go through all the countless sufferings of history… This gave them the courage to throw their loved ones’ dead bodies in Rivers and Wells, this made their women jump into wells,...

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Hope Against Hope
Aug13

Hope Against Hope

It was a fine Sunday morning. I was in high spirits as I had just got done with my exams and had the whole Sunday entirely tomyself. I switched on the TV and was flipping through channels as I poured myself freshly brewed coffee. The channel search cameto a halt as I came across a famous news channel. My heart started pounding as my breath hitched. The TV screen filled with gruesome images of blood and dead bodies and high pitched screams emitted from the speakers. I did not have to read the tickers to associate this oh-so-very similar scene to the pandemonium of a bomb attack, my mind automatically did it for me. Horrified, I gazed at the screen, only to find out that a terrorist attack had taken place at the populated place of Qissa Khwani Bazar, Peshawar. Had it been only a week, when a similar attack took place at All Saints Church, a local church of Peshawar blasting off about 80 people? Has the vicious series of attacks started once again? A terrorist attack every Sunday, will that become a bloody ritual? My head swam with these questions as I switched off the TV and placed a hand around my now cold cup of coffee. The day was ruined anyway. One of my teachers once said that Pakistanis, as a nation, have become accustomed to violence . We have seen so much bloodshed around us that it has made us prone to it. Now any number of deaths fails to make an impact on us unless they come in the form of three digits. Other than that, our response to causalities has now become a mere ‘meh’. We have suffered so much as a nation. When I look at my country, I do not see a single part of it that has not been injured. Together we have suffered at the hands of terrorism, foreign encroachment, natural disasters, self-induced disasters. Together we have died and cried. They have killed us despite religion, caste, creed and color. No discrimination there. But, oh the irony of it! None of the tragedies have brought us together and merged us as one. We fight on the basis of color, caste, creed, religion and unbelievably petty things. None of the sufferings have brought us together. Instead we continue to fight and disagree. Albeit the times are bad and the crisis doesn’t seem to end, I hope against hope that there would be an end to it. I look forward to the times when we’ll emerge as one and will get over our futile issues for the sake of a greater...

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