Showing posts with label Government. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Government. Show all posts

Sunday, June 21, 2020

Keeping you updated on your birthday

On one of your previous birthdays many years ago
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Soon after you were assassinated and left us, the Government here named a Road after you … but, as usual, the name started with a 'Seen' (س) instead of a 'Suad' (ص). The Road had been named after you by Nafisa Shah (and Nasreen Jalil helped, too).

I was most upset and wrote to both of them and to Farooq Sattar to please change the name. No response.

I wrote to Awab Alvi, since his father is the President, and Awab was a friend of ours — in fact those two were the first to arrive at JPMC when we took you there — to try and intervene via his Dad. No response. 

Sharif Awan said he'd get it done and tried and tried. Nothing happened.

Isa Daudpota's father's name on the road read Dr Daud Pota. He said he had tried but no one wants to change it. I should give this up.

I tried even going there and painting it but friends told me I could be arrested … so I gave up this idea. After all, who wants to be on the wrong side of the Police, or Rangers, or worse: Bhatta-khors.

This year I started again.

I wrote on FB and Twitter that this had happened and no one has helped.

Kasim K said I should paint it. Two others also said the same thing. I said I'd like this to happen officially. Their responses were really 'snickering' for my waiting for someone to do this.

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Then I saw a message from Sen Murtaza Wahab of PPP asking me to send him the picture of the road. I sent it to him. He said he wanted a family member to write a letter and state the wrong name and say how the person was related. I spoke to Mimi and she spoke to Marvi who wrote a letter. Mimi signed it and added pictures and off it went.

Two days later we received a picture from Sen MW saying this was temporary but it had the name spelt right. The next morning he sent the final picture and the road was now with a 'Suad'. Wow! I have never seen anyone do anything good that fast in our Governments.



Marvi has worked with Sen MW so she set up a group on What's App with Mimi and him and me … and we reached a point where Mimi said she wanted to place a tree there. He agreed. I insisted that it be before your birthday. He agreed. And it was decided by Mimi that it would be today.

We all arrived there and you'll see details through Mimi's and Marvi's pictures. The one below is the tree that I planted just behind the board, with Nuzhat joining in. The others were planted by Mimi & Marvi. Think one was done by Seema, but she was not there when Nuzhat and I arrived. May have left earlier.


Here's the 4 of us 


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Sadly Sen MW could not be there because this morning he got tested and was found to have Covid-19. We all really missed him. But a great deal of thanks, Sen MW for all your help and sending the right people to help us plant the tree. Get well soon.

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Saturday, January 5, 2019

Lutfullah Khan Sahab


Lutfullah Sahab and his favourite Revox
I met Lutfullah Sahab (LS) in 1964 when I was a Merchant Navy sailor. He was a friend of my Phupa, Shah Mujtaba Husain, and visited my maternal uncle (who lived with me) frequently. My Khalü, Asad Ali Sahab was a great lover of music, and had one of the finest collections of old 78RPM Records..

LS was a great collector of records, mushaerahs, and also of many things that he taped himself, specially musicians and poets. Once I asked him why he had never taped Ustad Munshi Raziuddin and he said “He pronounces his Qaaf so badly, like vomit, that I never taped him”.

LS was, as many may know, also a great photographer. His photographs were kept in a series of cupboards that he had made. I once met him on a plane to Lahore where he was going to shoot a flower which only blossomed once a year. He was going to wait near it and snap it a the peak of its bloom.

I used to visit him often at his house near Gul-e-Rana Club. I loved listening to the brilliant collection he had built … and adored the detailed catalogues that he maintained. There was also a Light Arrangement that was mounted on the wall. It was most amazing to watch the lights play around on it in time with the music. This was way before the usual Laser Lights we see now.

Among his large collection of 78RPM records he had taped, almost all belonged to my Uncle, Asad Ali, and to me. He spent hours cleaning them and playing them as best as he could. I think it was the work of a genius.

When I was at sea he used to find out when I was coming back and came to the house the day I arrived. I used to have 20 to 30 LPs that I bought outside Pakistan and he'd always say don't play them until I have taped them myself. He'd borrow those and tape them and then return them to me because he wanted to play and record them the first time.

LS used to wonder how he’d shift these and his other collections  (and there were loads that he collected) to another house. But he finally did, and it was a treat to see.

Sadly, while he had a wonderful collection, he was rather poor at sharing things, even if they were borrowed stuff. I remember a tape of Jafri Mamooñ (S M Jafri  our humorous poet) that I had recorded and he copied it. When my tape got destroyed and I asked him for a copy, he said “that's mine now and I don't ever share it with others”. This really shocked me specially since a lot of his record collection was partly ours. But I did respect him for the work he did. Always. Even this idiosyncrasy never took away my love for him.

When Rashid (Bhai) Latif Ansari Sahab came from Canada and went to see him, LS said he had an LP that he owned but didn't have a cover. Could Rashid Bhai get it from somewhere. Rashid Bhai said that I have the LP and he will ask me. LS said 'Don't tell Zaheer it's for me'. Rather strange, because I would have happily given it to him. Rashid Bhai phoned me and asked me if I have a fight with him. Of course not, I said. He said to send LS the cover but he should not know that it was mine … and laughed. In fact I finally posted it to his wife, Zahida Bhabi, and said just give it to him but don't mention my name :)

LS wanted to sell his collection to Libraries in USA but there were some problems and it never got through. There was a person in Karachi — whom I won't name — among many others who wanted to purchase the lot and set it up as a Lutfullah Library. Sabeen Mahmud asked LS as to why he hadn’t given it to that really famous person, and LS said “I will never give it to a jaahil ādmi”.

Recently it has been great to see that Mohammad Khursheed Abdullah has had an arrangement with his family and is releasing some of his tapes on YouTube. Its so wonderful to see and hear some of the old poets on his postings.

I hope we will see the entire collection somewhere. Perhaps our Government can buy it and set it up as Lutfullah Library. It is a remarkable collection of poetry, prose, music and more.

Tuesday, August 14, 2018

14th August 2018


Whether it is humans

Questioners
Politicians
Doctors
Lawyers
Labourers

and, of course

Christians
Hindus
Sikhs
Bohris
Agha Khanis
Ahmadis
Shias,
Sunnis
Buddhists
Agnostics
Atheists
(or even the one possibly remaining Jew)

Or whether it is animals

Donkeys
Dogs,
Cows
Sheep
Goats
Camels
(and even some Birds)

People really do not care
(except for a decreasing number of life lovers).



Tuesday, April 24, 2018

They took you away from us …

… and it has been an awful 1096 days for those who love you.

But, still, we carry your dreams and do what we can to make sure that the youngsters get to know you well and follow your footsteps. The young (and many old people) must learn to speak and honour the truth, regardless of the consequences (just like you did). They must always stand for the rights of all who are pushed down for their class, creed, beliefs — religious or otherwise — and ideologies that may be different from theirs (like you always did).

Most important: They must have and show tolerance and understanding, even if the views are totally different from the other people. They must argue with facts … but never pull guns, never kill, never maim. They must not forget that the others are as human as the rest and may have gotten those beliefs and ideas from people who profess things in ways that could be inhuman (or insane). But they must be ready if argued by facts that even their views can often be wrong and accept the others views and change their stance.

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We had a Baluchistan event earlier a couple of years ago — and it went very well. On the 24th April 2015, when you had opened the second Baluchistan event at T2F, you had said again what you believed in …


But they took you away …

💋

Sunday, October 22, 2017

Urdu Boliyay, Sēkhiyay, Pa∂hiyay


(There are no names of people/institutions given here for I don't want to start a battlefield on my blog. Its just the truth; that's all.)

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It is so strange and much of it bears repetition, too - so excuse me if you have heard me say some of these things before. But this sign always amuses me.

Forget about the 'spellings' — after all, the thought is good :)


A friend of mine from Chiniot said to me after seeing this picture that the user "should be excused. Its not his mother language, after all - and you must love his sentiments". He added a shayr for me:

کہو اردو کو چِٹ کر دیں، کہو اردو کو پَٹ کر دیں
ہمارا  کیا  ہے  یارو ، ہم  تو  پنجابی  رسالے  ہیں

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When my daughter was at Karachi Grammar School as a 10 year old (I think, but don't exactly remember), the students in her class had to go to the Library and take some books home, including an Urdu book. They were protesting to their teacher that they did not want to take Urdu books now. ("They are so-o-o boring!", said one student).

The teacher - Karachi born, but from Lucknow's parents who had migrated soon after 1947's Partition - said to the class: "اگر تم اردو نہیں سیکھو گے تو نوکروں سے کیسے بات کرو گے" ("If you don't understand Urdu, how will you talk to your servants").

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Many years ago my brother-in-law was at a hospital (he died there). One of the junior doctors had a surname that seems familiar, so i asked her and she was the daughter of one of our greater humorists. I said it must be thrilling to be his daughter and she must tell me more about him. She said she had never read any of his writings. I said, "Never? That's odd. He is brilliant." She said she doesn't't like humour … or reading much apart from her course books. For days I couldn't overcome this shock.

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A large school in Pakistan has many Urdu books that they publish. I saw a bunch of them at one point and started to read them. The back page of every book - and there books for many classes - had 2 little blurbs that were from 2 major poets of Urdu. And they both said the books were marvellous (or something similar).

When I started reading the books I had two problems:

The first one was of Gender Equality, specially considering that this school has an overwhelming majority of female teachers. My surprise began when I saw the illustration of a person coming out of his car at home, after having spent a day at the office. His driver opened the door. His wife and daughter ran out to greet him and both asked him what he'd brought for them. Hmmm. Apart from employing several female teachers, here was a man who worked and a woman who stayed home, cooking perhaps. And a daughter for whom he was a provider of toys. The other thing that struck me was that many children in stories had a heavily Pakistani Dress and no Western Clothing, which I found odd, too, because it was different in their schools. The 2 genders (this was before the Government added a Third Gender) didn't really 'meet' in the book as they do in schools which have both sexes (as some of their schools do!) … but I suppose this could be a Government order; I wouldn't know.

The second problem was about Urdu: Many shayrs were wrong or badly written and 'naa-maozooñ'. So I called up the two poets and said this to them. Both had one similar answer. They had seen only the first volume and it was alright. True! But they had never seen the other volumes of books. 

Bad and awful marketing and salesmanship!

And bad Urdu, too.
I did complain but I don't think much has happened.

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A few years ago I was a consultant to a leading publisher here. Their books went to many major schools. While going through their software etc., my eyes would also fall on their books, many of which I bought often.

One day I saw a bunch of Urdu books for classrooms which were supplied by this publisher. I thought I'd take a look at them. The blurb at the back that had a word that had حح in the middle. Obviousy no such word exists. So I said to the woman sitting near me that there is a misprint here and we should find out what the real word is (I couldn't figure it out at all) and since they are being reprinted this year they should rectify it. I was told that all the books were written (from the first to the last class, junior to senior) by a marvellous teacher and I can't question her.

I said she might be a great teacher to compile all these things but the problem could be the typist who actually put all this on the computer. I was told, with a sneering look of someone who did not believe me, to go to the department and talk to somebody there.

Off I went to the gentleman who headed that and pointed out the mistake to him. He said the word must be in our dictionary and "after all, you don't know all the Urdu words, do you?" … so I said can you show me this word and he pointed to the dictionaries lying in front and said I should look there. So I did … and found it in none of the dictionaries (as I had known that there wouldn't be one).

Having told him that he said I should talk to the teacher who wrote the book. I said I am not going to call her; this is not my department. He should. A couple of days later, nothing had happened. So I walked down to the place where Urdu books were being written or proof-read. Seated there were two people I knew: A well-known Urdu writer and a well-known Urdu poet. Showed them the mis-spelled word. Both said this doesn't exist. I asked one of them to go and talk to the head of the firm and was told that this department does not deal with Education.

Finally I decided to go to the head myself and explained that this book is going into schools and has been doing very well there. Could the head please talk to her team since the book is being reprinted and make sure its altered. A month later, when my contract expired, I left. Saw the new vversion in Urdu Bazaar. Yep. There was this word with حح still there!

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Recently I have come across a lot of people in my job where I interview people that we are employing. Many of them write in their CVs 5 stars for their English Language and 3 or 4 stars for their Urdu. Always saddens me. Its our National Language and apart from those who don't speak Urdu at home or use a different language (and can be excused), there are many who come from strong 'Urdu-speaking' (what a silly name THIS is!) families. 

Of late I interviewed a young 'educated' girl. She gave me her name and her surname. It was  the name of a very well-known poet and traveller (and someone I knew well when he was alive). I said are you related to this gentleman or is this just another name. She said she was his grand-daughter. Oh wow! Apparently he had a grand-daughter and a younger grand-son. My question was if she enjoyed his books, since we were all in love with them. I was told that her mother has a large library and her father had asked him to read one of his books but that was all she had read. Her Urdu was weak (she could speak it perfectly, though) and when I asked if her younger brother's Urdu was better, she said "Oh, I am much better". End of story.

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It's true that if you go into a higher middle class restaurant, or to a top class restaurant, everyone speaks to each other in English in a city that has thousands of people who should speak in Urdu: To each other; to their children; to the waiters. I have been many times asked by foreigners if we don't have a common language since everyone speaks to everyone in English.

Now, of course, you have to walk into a large superstore and mothers with hijābs stretched across their head-to-toe, are speaking to 3 year old kids in English. Yes, its important that you teach kids English (but that's for a while, coz soon you'll have to teach them Chinese), but my father's generation grew up years ago - he was born in 1900 - and many of his friends and relatives went to Aligarh, Allahabad, and other Universities. They could speak, read, write Urdu with as much fluency as they could do the same in English. Several of them were poets and prose writers and some chose English while others chose Urdu.

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When Sabeen met me, she was 14-and-a-half at that time, and I was surprised by her saying Ādāb (which is what we'd always said until many people in my extended family have given it up to say "Assalām-o-Alaéküm"). Her Urdu was very Karachiite … and she hated her school for having neglected to teach good Urdu or anything else that was about this country. But she insisted that she would learn Urdu from us. And she did. She adored the words that often my wife and I would use and noted the "مزیدار" ones down so she could use them :)

When Sabeen was assassinated a could of months before she became 41, we all missed her a lot  …and while I miss her at work and as a friend, I miss her brilliant Urdu, too. She spoke like a full-fledged Urdu-lover, loved Faiz and Jon Elia, could make a speech with rarely an English word if she had started in Urdu, and she went on to start learning bits of Persian to keep up with Qavvālis that she adored.

I brought up 'waiters' a little while ago because when Sabeen and I would often go to a restaurant, I was always amused when the waiter would address us in English while Sabeen would tell him "اپنی زبان بولو نا" (Speak your own language … ) and then a little while later she'd say "پانی میں برف ڈال دو" and often the waiters wold say "You want ice, ma'am".


Monday, March 28, 2016

The Pakistan Flag

Since many people will be using the Pakistan Flag today (and many use it on their cars and buildings on special occasions) it would be great to know how it is shaped correctly. 

The Green Color Code is #006600

When tied to a mast, it must be tied only at the left (at the beginning of the white bar) and left to fly freely without any obstruction.

Official sizes of Pakistani flags are:

For ceremonial occasions. 21' × 14' or 18' × 12' or 10' × 6' or 9' × 6¼'.
For erecting over the buildings. 6' × 4' or 3' × 2'.
For cars 24" × 16".
For tables 10¼" × 8¼".

(For FB and other Social Media it must be reduced proportionately!)

To draw the flag make a box measuring for example 10.25 x 8.25 piece of paper approximately A4 size take 1/4th part of it on the left and paint rest as green

Now draw the crescent and moon as shown in the figure blow make sure that one corner of star is exactly pointing  to top right corner of the flag and the center point of the circle of the moon is exactly the center of the green part of the flag. 

The flag was designed by a distant relative of mine, Mr Amir-ud-din Khidwai.