The Colonisation of Pakistan

One would expect the Beeb to get their facts right.
Dubai firm in Pakistan phone sale
Etisalat is not a Dubai firm. It is a telecom monopoly, state owned and operated, in UAE. And now it has stakes in 26% of the only Pakistani concern that actually posted profits. Welcome O Sheikhs. Following on numerous other direct and indirect nosings in the Pakistani state of affairs, you can now snoop on our telcons too. What am I kvetching about anyways? Me, who waited and got a Warid connection. Warid, another one boasting a UAE base. Following on attempts to prove my credit worthiness to yet another UAE based bank, Bank AlFalah. Their rotten services are another story (read: they did not even have to courtesy to tell me my application's been rejected, yeah, don't trust me with your money).
And that is just royal money, let's not even talk about the other powerful groups that have stakes in numerous other mega projects...some days back I saw an ad in the papers about a residential project in Islamabad with a mention of the AlGhurair name.
And I read yet another news item in a newspaper about a new project, a whole new city, by the name of New Dubai

Spadework has started to bring up a new city, to be named as ‘New Dubai’ along the Northern Bypass, to make one of the world’s most modern cities. In order to achieve best results, foreign consultants will be employed in all aspects of housing and infrastructure for the new planned city.

So, you missed out on colonisation back in the 18/19th century. Worry not, our rulers sure are steering us towards another bout of it. That is enlightened moderation. Enlighten the nation in moderate steps. One piece of the pie at a time.
We can't get anything right on our own. It has to have some overseas element to it. Take that you low lives!
Urghhh!!! Excuse the exclamations, I am throroughly riled up.

This city will have all the present modern day facilities - from an international airport to tax-free industrial zone for non-toxic industries.
Brig Nasir giving an outline of the new city said that it will have four towns - China Town, Maktoum Town, Mahatir Town and Faisal Town besides 5-star hotel, filtration, desalination and recycling plants, diplomatic enclave, bus terminals, olympic stadium, middle income group apartments, international trade banking, expo complex, education complex, jurist enclave, graveyard, government officers’ residences - to name a few.

Why China Town? They could not figure out a politically correct Chinese leader's name to honor Pak Cheen Dosti? And they can, in the name of Tameer e Pakistan, go on digging the c**p out of Karachi, truck off all the earth to this new pet project where the powers that be may reside in peace ever after. That an Ivory Tower. Actually I don't mind this idea much, as long as they don't siphon off my tax money for this indecent project. My skeletal frame gets comprehensively jostled on the nightmare that is roads in Karachi. The contents of my cranium are in a state of frequent disturbance from all this, by the tiem the grey matter (and there is plenty of it to go around) gets settled to get work done, it is time to pack up and brave another road journey home. Why can't they work out some decent Mass Transport System. The Urban Transport System sucks, I mean literally sucks money. You pay for an aircon that does not work in the maddening Karachi heat. You pay road taxes for potholes and ditches to wear the life off your car, if you are credit worthy enough to get one leased that is.
Something about a desalination plant too? What next, would then a whole sea be marked out as the Exclusive Economic Zone of this New Dubai? never mind its proximity, or lack of it thereof, to teh sea. With all the perks why should it be land locked city? Perhaps they can ration water supplies to the poor Karachi city and create a huge artificial lake by the city?
Guess my brain content is settling down. Only it is capable of flinging such ideas.

عادت ہی بنا لی ہے، تم نے تو منیر اپنی
جس شہر میں بھی رہنا، اکتاۓ ہوۓ رہنا

Time check

There should be 30 hours in a day and weekends should be three days.
I have some three people waiting to kill me and if I have irked you in any way, feel free to join the line.
I hope your week has been and weekend will be better than mine.

On the road

OK. So it is not on the road. At least not technically. I mean I am flying to all destinations flying with those great people to fly with that man and woman the national carrier. And now I see my father's decision to not fly it. I mean you end up paying through your nose for courtesy and services never extended. Just take this one I am taking to ISB, the capital from LHR, the ultra thand city. They call you at the airport a good two hours before departure time and even an hour before the actual take off time (the one mentioned on the ticket at least) there is no one on any of the baggage counters. And once a passenger or two has gone to the shift in charge and given him a piece of his(her) mind, two people traipse in. Then there is no one at the belt counter. After three reminders and fooling aorund with the machine ourselves, my colleague finally figures out how to work it. So he belts up the luggage for two passengers before getting round to doing ours. In the meanwhile I have gone ahead and given a telling to the national carrier people. The one good thing is these internet kiosks. have yet to test if it works and uploads this update.
And don't even get me started on how it fared at the city's largest five star hotel. Terrible. Of course I politely smiled and gave it to any that merited it. It was good exercise, that thandi maar, with a smile. Take that. Overall I guess Lhr is a thand city. More later. they have announced my flight. That's another battle to be braved. Sigh!

On the road

OK. So it is not on the road. At least not technically. I mean I am flying to all destinations flying with those great people to fly with that man and woman the national carrier. And now I see my father's decision to not fly it. I mean you end up paying through your nose for courtesy and services never extended. Just take this one I am taking to ISB, the capital from LHR, the ultra thand city. They call you at the airport a good two hours before departure time and even an hour before the actual take off time (the one mentioned on the ticket at least) there is no one on any of the baggage counters. And once a passenger or two has gone to the shift in charge and given him a piece of his(her) mind, two people traipse in. Then there is no one at the belt counter. After three reminders and fooling aorund with the machine ourselves, my colleague finally figures out how to work it. So he belts up the luggage for two passengers before getting round to doing ours. In the meanwhile I have gone ahead and given a telling to the national carrier people. The one good thing is these internet kiosks. have yet to test if it works and uploads this update.
And don't even get me started on how it fared at the city's largest five star hotel. Terrible. Of course I politely smiled and gave it to any that merited it. It was good exercise, that thandi maar, with a smile. Take that. Overall I guess Lhr is a thand city. More later. they have announced my flight. That's another battle to be braved. Sigh!

Mixed bag

Ok, so I was supposed to be on the road this weekend but Moiz beat me to it and went on a cross country trip Down Under. And posted pictures of all this amazing scenery that makes me green with envy. And I was supposed to be on the road. Never mind, my version of being on the road means packing a carry all and jetting to all capital cities of Pakistan’s provinces. It’s a work trip so there might or not be a travelogue. A tight itinerary it is what I have but I would love to take time out and sneak away to meet bloggers anywhere. Shoot off an email will you? And then I can return next week and plan and organize a Karachi bloggers meet. It is about time I put a face to all blog authors that I read.
On another note, it was interesting that fact that exactly five years after my all Pakistan trip in the final year of my Uni, I would be taking another all Pakistan trip. This time more so. And I have yet to organize and get together that crazy gang of 20 people who were on that memorable tour. And write down about that tour, as I have been promising myself and my tour mates for the past five years. Last night I took out pictures and went nostalgic all over again, ah those wonderful carefree days. I was on a budget and yet I managed to shop like crazy. And now I can shop like crazy but that layer of true/false sophistication and worldliness so essential to keeping up a professional façade means I can’t act crazy anymore. Perhaps I would get down to writing about the ‘tour’ as I said, it is long due anyways. And with summers, as with every summer from 2000, it reminds me of that magical trek trip to Lake Saif ul Mulook. I mean, we could bend down and cup our hands for fresh, ice cold, crystal clear water any time we wanted a drink…just walking along with that bubbly stream leading way to the lake. If I can shake off laziness I can post pictures of scenic vistas to rival any. But more on that later.
For now it is this meme I have been tagged with.
*goes looking for the urdu post on memes on last deleted blog*

If I could be an athlete, and that would be a big if, I would have been a squash player and a swimmer par excellence. I just love the quick fire game of squash and of course the grace of body movements while gliding under water. Beach trips would have been so much fun then and no worries of adipose tissue excess just where it should not be.
If I could be a doctor, I would have been a surgeon. A general surgeon, perhaps even a trauma one. And to think all my teachers at high school so wanted me to become a surgeon. I was always called up for demonstrations, I had the most deft and light of dissecting hands, my biology teachers said. Yeah, never bothered asking what the frog(s) thought about my skill with the scalpel. Anyways, looking at my sister, I am ever so glad I did not jump on the medicine bandwagon and took (at that time) a road seldom taken.
If I could be a chef, now that would have been something and caused no less joy to my mother who insists on domesticating me and I try to wiggle out of culinary responsibilities as best as can be managed. And what I do manage to cook is barely fit for human consumption, I marvel at my own ability to survive after eating anything I have convinced myself into making. And my being a chef would have been such a delight to my family, at present when I want to be real mean to my brothers, I cook up something and watch them eat it. Revenge is a dish best served hot ;) If I could be a chef, I would have served absolutely amazing, all-halal, unforgettable eating experience cuisine. And it would have been a Michelin four star affair, my restaurant, where people would never have had to worry about ingredients. I mean I love good food but minding what goes into it does take out all the fun off an eating out experience. !

If I could be a lawyer I would have been with the UN, a special rappoteur on Media Affairs, civil rights or something similar. Failing that I would have been a high flying consultant with a international NGO registered with the ECOSOC of UN. Oh yes, UN is the culmination of all my career dreams.
If I could be a marine biologist…can’t think of anything better than what Moiz, the person who tagged me with this meme in the first place, has already said. For that swimming skills would have been a must, so two with one go. And I would have been snorkeling and diving and scouting all those exotic beach locales. Oh yes, I am a water creature through and through…and amphibian that can’t swim if you want. That can be changed though…I mean I am signing up for swimming classes one of these days.
And Moiz, you naughty child, you have tagged most people I know, who do I pass on the stick to?
Here:
Abez & Aniraz (Owl) they are a package deal
Baji
Devil’s Advocate
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NJ

Added on June 7, 05: Road show starts today. Watch out for pics.
best.