Money Well Spent?


Today it is 12th Rabi ul Awwal & according to the Islamic Hijri Calendar this dates holds a great significance as it is the date on which the Holy Prophet Muhammad (P.B.U.H) was born in the barren terrains of Makkah. This day is widely celebrated across the sub-continent countries of Pakistan & India, with great vigour & zeal. Various villages, towns, colonies & cities that are populated by a Muslim Majority are decorated beautifully. Mosques & various public gathering places, such as parks are among the most commonly decorated places. A large sum of money is being collected & allocated to decorate & set up stages for Naat Khuwanis, white wash the walls of Imam Bargahs & Mosques, Painting of the Domes in Green to depict the the Dome of Masjid e Nabvi. Now my question is that is the ‘Money being well spent? esp. when the amount that is being spent on such activities amounts to millions of Rupees.

Now it is a good thing as Muslims, we should renovate our Mosques on regular basis & make them even more beautiful, but seriously; incorporating the Naat Culture on this special day isn’t my idea of attaining spirituality. It seems a bit odd to see thousands of people attending these mosques in order to listen to various Naats. For those of you who are not aware of what a Naat is, a Naat is a combination of phrases/verses that praise the Holy Prohpet (P.B.U.H) which altogether is a good thing, but isn’t it better if we spend the day by keeping a fast & on the eve of 12th of Rabi ul Awwal pray some extra Nawafil or Recite the Holy Quran instead? What could be more spiritually beneficial than reciting Almighty Allah’s revealed Book? or perhaps we should spend the day by recalling the biographical events of the life of our Beloved Holy Prophet Muhammad(P.B.U.H).

Instead of setting up well lit stages & calling in on someone who is a professional Naat reader, The very same amount of Money could be well spent on the uplift of the Islamic Society as a whole. Educating an underprivileged person or donating the same amount of money to a charity organisation might hold more spiritual value in the sight of the Almighty Allah than simply attending a traditional Naat Khuwani. 

In cities the situation is quite good as compared to some of the rural areas, where Naat culture is misinterpreted by the locals & converted into a more sort of a concert type of event. A large number of people can be easily seen dancing to various Naats, The money that is being spent on decorating Mosques, should be used to ensure that such acts are not committed under the banner of Isam. By educating these individuals we can eradicate illiteracy, which is the root cause of various religious intolerance. Religious People in Pakistan seem more interested in hurling insults to the members of different Islamic sects. They are often seen fighting amongst themselves on minor issues & the problems of the society that should be addressed are never considered worthy enough to be discussed. Most of them seem to have forgotten the golden rule. i.e

              ‘Divided we fall but United we Stand’

I am not stating that we should stop praising the Holy Prophet(P.B.U.H). NO, mind you! I am only suggesting various alternatives where that money could be put to a good use. 

Allah says in the Glorious Qur’an (Surah 33:56)

“Surely Allah and His angels bless the Prophet; O you who believe call for (Divine) blessings on him and salute him with a (becoming) salutation.”


Degree & Unemployment

Somehow I have managed to take some of my precious time out to vent out some frustration that has been building up now for almost a year. I live in a country where basic necessities are more expensive than bullets. Yup, welcome to Pakistan. Anyways, that’s an other issue I am sure I can write a blog on. Today, I am not going talk about the political situation of my country nor am I going to criticize it’s leadership. I am only pissed by the fact that I am a B.Com graduate who like many others has failed to find a job in the relevant & appropriate field.

After doing my graduation, as my results were in pending, I did.the biggest mistake of my life, look for a job in a call center. Now rumour had it that if whoever joins a call center industry, remains within it forever. Now the mythical rumours are starting to seem true. It has been almost an year for me trying to find a way out from this Job, but so far my attempts have been futile. I have done B.Com from a reputable University & now I am doing MBA, but apathy did not spare me even there. I did my B.Com in hope that some of my courses of MBA would be exempted(since B.Com is held equivalent to BBA) but alas, misery found it’s way back home to none other than me!

When I was taking admission in the University, I was informed that I would not be granted any exemption because I have done B.Com, which is of 2 years. If I had done B.Com(honours) which is of 4 years, I would.have been granted an exemption atleast about 6-8courses of MBA, now thanks to the no good polices of our Educationalists I have to put up with pathetic courses that that I have already cleared in my B.Com. Now doing my masters would take me at least 2.5 years to complete, whereas otherwise it would have only taken a year.

I honestly feel that my country is headed back to stone-age with every successive year that passes by. I sincerely thank the leadership of Pakistan & it’s illiterate voters for wasting a very important period of my professional & educational life.

‘O Lord, have mercy on me & people like me, & grant every educated soul a job in their respective field. Amen’

Liverpool, Chelsea & Torres

Alright you football fanatics, as you guys might already know that the biggest transfer had taken place last week in the history of EPL. i.e. the transfer of one of the best strikers of the League from Liverpool FC to Chelsea FC, at a transfer fee of 50 million! Well to be honest, I think this is a big mistake made by Chelsea FC, because if I recall correctly, Fernando Torres was suffering from a knee injury in the World Cup & mind you, such injuries are reoccurring & often career threatening. Surgeries may be conducted to rectify the problem, but the doctors too know it well that surgeries are also a temporary solution unless or until the person refrains from putting strain on his knee.

Furthermore, I also feel that Fernando Torres is not the appropriate type of striker that would fit in Chelsea FC, as Chelsea FC is a team that plays as a Unit, but F.Torres enjoys the ball at his feet, he loves to play solo football. He might have scored in double figures for Liverpool, but I doubt it that he can reproduce his brilliant form for Chelsea FC. You see the problem here is not with Torres, for a lot great strikers in the football history love to play a solo game. Some of them being T.Henry, Ronaldo(Brazilian), etc… The problem here seems to be the mind-set of the team. Liverpool FC largely depended on Torres as their best hope of scoring Goals in the tournament, but in Chelsea FC it doesn’t really matter whether the striker scores or a mid-fielder, as long as the team is going to Win the match. This will affect Fernando Torres’s goal tally for the coming years & yes ultimately it will also make an impact on his market value which slightly fall to around 45 million by the age of retirement..& If Fernando Torres fails to score, we might see an early exit for Carlo Ancelloti from the club, as the Boss, Mr. Roman does not like to make an investment that does not bear fruits.

Also the decision to induct Fernando Torres into the club very well means that Chelsea are ready to let D.Drogba go. Not because they have any differences in between them, but only because Drogba is aging  & he might at best serve the Club for another year. Where would he go, no one knows! For the world of football is the one filled with surprises & so far it has not disappointed me. It’s never easy to carry a price tag of 50 million on your head & to produce equally well, I believe that Chelsea Boss, should exercise patience with Fernando Torres, because every new player needs at least 6 months to become familiar with the Team members & the coach & once any player has done that, there is no stopping his successful run.

The African Change

I am writing this post in light with the recent sudden changes in the thought of the people living in Africa. Last week a group of angry demonstrators demanded a change in the government. They wanted their president ‘Ben Ali’ gone, for he had been in power far too long. From 1987-2011 Ben Ali remained in Power, as there was no proper opposition against him, but as time passes by & people get tired of the old things, they try a new one & this is exactly what the majority of the people did in Tunisia, they demanded a Change in the system, a revolution.

Now that Ben Ali has has left, all seems to be fine in Tunisia, but this has suddenly become an inspiration for the people living in Egypt. Egypt is currently under the rule of an stubborn president, Hosni Mubarak. A former Air Force Officer, is currently serving as the president of Egypt, perhaps, the only well known African nation all around the globe. Egypt is famous for its long history & of course not mention the Pyramids & tombs of the Pharaohs’. Well as I was saying, the change of power in Tunisia lit a fire of hope for the people of Egypt as they too have become tired of Hosni Mubarak’s regime, who has been in Power since 1981-present. After a week’s protests, he has announced that he will not consider himself as a candidate in the upcoming elections, but has insisted on remaining in power till his term lasts in September. All seems to be fine here, but the only question remains is will he really quit? I suppose only time can tell.

Does any of you remember Muntadir Al Zaidi?.. a.k.a ‘The Shoe Thrower’, Mr. Muntadir had welcomed George W.Bush with a flying shoe on his visit to Iraq & this act soon became famous all around the world. People had started to hurl shoes on whoever they deemed to be corrupt. It became a Global Trend or a Political Fashion of expressing disgust & hate. Now the recent changes in African nations has also prompted changes in other countries like Jordan, where King Abdullah has dissolved the government & appointed a Vice President. Apart from this I believe we will also witness a change in Yemen soon, where people are a victim of inflation & poor living conditions, they too might want to witness a change in their own homeland. Funny isn’t it? How the actions of a few can change the fate of millions.

Justice Should be Served..

A few days ago, an incident took place  in Lahore, Pakistan; where a U.S civilian, ‘Raymond Davis’, an employee of the U.S consulate opened fire on two Pakistani Citizen & claimed to have done so in self-defence. According to his version of the  the story, Raymond was being chased by two motorcyclists who were allegedly armed & had attempted to kill him & in the process Raymond’s car had also overrun an innocent pedestrian, but according to eye witnesses, Raymond’s car sped away after shooting his assailants. It took two traffic police personnel to stop him & later on arrested Raymond.

The initial reaction of  The U.S Government was that they would fully co-operate with the Pakistani Authorities & would respect the legal criminal procedures that are necessary, but now as the story seems to be emerging, the U.S government is pressurizing the Pakistani Authorities & demanding an immediate release of  the suspect under the claim that he was a diplomat & deserves the diplomatic immunity.

I being a Pakistani Citizen personally feel that U.S should stop interfering into the matters that take place inside the Pakistani Borders. As I was following this story, a thought occurred to me that if Raymond was indeed innocent then, why did he not call the police after shooting those two criminals? Instead he decides to go on the run & gets himself arrested.

A Similar Story occurred a few years ago, a Pakistani Citizen, Dr. Afia  Siddiqui, who was a graduate from the MIT institute, considered as one of the best in the world in the field of Medicine, was accused of murdering 2 U.S soldiers & she too claimed to have done it in self-defence, but the result was that she tortured for 5Years in prison & later when her trial was conducted, she was termed guilty by the prejudiced court of America. The evidence that was found on the crime scene clearly told a different tale of the entire crime scene, but yet she was given a life term of 80 years  in Prison.

When the matter was  brought up to the Pakistani Authorities, they pleaded to the U.S Authorities for her immediate release, but all was in vain. Now my question is that why in the world should Pakistani Government listen to the U.S pleas in the matter of Raymond? Being a Diplomat grants him diplomatic immunity but no one is above the law. Henceforth I urge the Pakistani Government to conduct all the necessary proceedings & if necessary punish Raymond accordingly. The ‘Tit for Tat’ rule must be applied & ‘At least For Once Justice be should be SERVED!’

The Cannelloni

Chapter 1 ~ The Thunderstorm

The night was dark & the wind was fierce. It was raining real hard accompanied by Vicious thunderstorms. The City of Karachi had never witnessed such vehement from mother nature before. It was 2:00 am & most of the city was asleep. The activity seemed quite normal in the posh area of Clifton, but somewhere along the beachroad, Yousuf Altaf was running as hard as he could. He seemed determined to lose the tail. He was being chased by someone. Someone he knew, someone he thought he knew! Nevertheless he kept running away from him, until he reached the end of ‘Bagh Ibne Qasim’.

The ‘Bagh Ibne Qasim’ in the largest public Park in the city of Karachi; in fact it is the largest in Pakistan. Spread across 130acres of land, the park was built in Feb of 2007 under ‘Musharraf Era’. It runs alongside of the famous ‘Clifton Beach’ & over 10million people visit it per Year.

The Park is usually crowded with visitors but not today, at least not at this late hour, it was Empty. Yousuf came to a halt & was gasping to catch his breath, he was sure that he had lost his tail. He was panting hard; he looked up ahead. it was pitch black darkness. The Street lights were out. The city was facing a power breakdown; the heavy rainfall had disrupted the power supply to the major portion of the city. Yousuf looked to his right towards the road, hoping to find a taxi or even a rickshaw, but he clearly was not going to get one tonight.

He heard the Footsteps from behind, slowly approaching towards him. The sound of the footsteps kept on growing louder & louder & Yousuf’s heart started to pound faster. Every time he heard the footsteps his heart seemed to be thumping upwards. As if it were trying to request him to please let me out of this chest! The Footsteps came to halt…

Tired already?’ It was a heavy tone, voice of a Man. Yousuf Slowly turned to face his destiny. ‘Please don’t do it. I Promise I won’t tell anyone’ The man replied, ‘You should have thought of that before you decided to play jogging with me’ Yousuf was sweating profusely, for he was facing a 6ft tall figure, with broad shoulders & there was something about this man in particular that made people fear him, it was not his well toned physique or the heavy voice that he possessed, but rather it was this mysterious aura that people feared. Yousuf was now crying, begging for mercy begging for his life, but the man seemed to be made of a heart that felt no emotions.

The Man, wearing the grey overcoat, was clearly in control of the situation, he was holding a revolver made of expensive Ivory coating & the base of the gun was made of pure gold. There was a symbol encrusted in the gun, a curled up snake with its mouth projecting outwards from the center & 2 Diamonds were encrusted in the place forming the eyes of the snake. He leveled the gun to Yousuf’s chest. Yousuf knew his time had come & he closed his eyes tight shut bracing what was going to follow.

The gun was still raised at Yousuf & he raised it further & now the gun was aimed for Yousuf’s head. The gun was pointed exactly in between the eye brows just above the nose. He pulled the trigger & the Gun made an enormous roar, but fate was favouring the stranger, as the sound of the gunshot was completely drowned by the sound of the Thunderstorm.

Chapter 2 ~ The Perplexity

The alarm clock buzzed on his side table, it was 7:00am & Imran was getting late for work. He had only an hour left to report to for his duty; but here he lay sound asleep on his bed with absolutely no intention of waking up. He resembled a baby who had been put to sleep in his cradle. Last night was a Sunday night & Imran had returned home from a wild birthday party, hosted by one of his good friends Ali. Ali who was the son of a well known political figure; Kashif Kamran, had a reputation to maintain; after all it was his birthday & he wanted it to be a memorable one. The party was a great success, with Ali living up to his name & fame, & winning the appreciation of his guests; but now it was a Monday, which meant everyone had to be where they ought to be.

The alarm clock on the side table kept on buzzing & finally Imran flung his right arm over it, in an attempt to turn off the annoying clock & go back to his slumber; back to his Sweet Land of Dreams, back to his ‘Utopia’; but instead of switching it off, he accidentally knocked it over the carpet where it kept to its mischief & gave away the annoying buzzing sound. Frustrated by the pathetic situation, Imran was finally compelled to wake up. Now, out of his bed angry & agitated by the alarm clock, Imran picked it up with every intention of disposing it but seeing the time which was being displayed in the clock; he realised that this affair had to wait for he was seriously getting late.

Imran took a quick shower of hardly 10mins & then dashed to the kitchen, satisfying himself with an apple jam sandwich, which he left only half eaten, for Imran in his entire career of Investigating Crime had never been late for work & he certainly showed no intention of being late today as well. Zooming in his Corolla, he reached his office premises, which was located on the main Shara – e – Faisal Road in Karachi; previously this area had reserved its office floors only to private organisations, but as time had passed, gradually a couple of government offices had also sprung up, like group of mushrooms in a thick & dense tropical forest.

Imran had hardly settled himself behind his large desk, when his assistant ‘Naila’, had come with a message from his superior Yasir. ‘The Boss wants to see you in 5mins’ she said. “Huh! Why?, is everything alright?’ asked Imran. ‘No idea, I am just a messenger’ & with this she left. Imran never really liked his superior, no one did, for Yasir was an old hag, he had never shown any feelings of sympathy towards his underlings & never appreciated their work. He always asked for results, he never really cared how hard his subordinates worked day & night, just to please him. They often worked late in night, worked their asses off just to please this one man, but this one man who hardly gestured to anyone was only concerned with results. On the other hand his subordinates hated him, they often spoke ill of their superior behind his back, Yaisr knew this well but he was never really bothered for he knew that his underlings had no option but to do his bidding because he paid them heavily for their work & he knew well that in this modern age & in this part of the world, where inflation kept on creeping, survival of the fittest had become an obligation for the working class & everyone longed to earn more & more Income.

Imran looked at the wall clock, it was 8:05am, he sighed heavily & made his way to office of his superior.


‘Come in’ said a heavy but a wavering voice. As Imran entered the room he was mystified as was everyone else by the majestic beauty that lay within. The room was a masterpiece of excellent architectural design. Made purely of Wooden Floor, which was polished & painted Green. On the wall to the left, was a large aquarium, hosting hundreds of different kinds of fish & on right hung paintings worth almost 140k each. Above was a large ceiling where affixed were the magnificent chandeliers & in the center, ahead of Imran, was  an elegant desk & behind the desk hung a well polished turtle shell which was very clearly more than 300k & there also stood the demon himself in the form of a mortal named ‘Yasir’.

‘Ah it’s you Imran, How have you been doing?’ Yasir asked. ‘Absolutely fine sir’ replied Imran. ‘I thought you would not show up today for work, but I am glad you did’. Imran thought to himself, who the hell informed him about Ali’s late night birthday party? Well may be Yasir heard it from someone, after all it’s Ali that we are talking about, the son of a prominent political figure Kashif Kamran. ‘Oh yea that sir, the party was really wild last night, but that didn’t keep me from reporting for my duty’ said Ali, with a bright smile on his face. ‘Party?! what Party are you speaking off? My boy you haven’t heard the word yet have you?’ replied his superior. Now Ali was confused, why would his superior call him to his office for a chit chat? ‘Word? No, Sir what’s going on?’ Ali asked. ‘You youngsters don’t read the newspapers these days, really irks me’ said Yasir in an annoying tone. Now Imran had started to feel the heat in the fully air conditioned room, his image had been tarnished, feeling embarrassed by his superior’s impression about him, Ali said ‘Is everything alright sir?’ ‘I wish it were, perhaps it’s best If I show you personally, accompany me to the morgue at 10am’ saying this Yasir dismissed Imran.

Imran headed back to his desk, as he headed back thoughts raced in his mind, all kinds of thoughts, ‘what could have gone wrong overnight? Why does Yasir want me to accompany him to morgue? What does any of it have to do with me?’

Chapter 3 ~ The Morgue

Imran tried to slack off work that day, he kept a keen eye on the clock, eager for the time to tick off quickly, but the more he seemed to take interest the less slowly the time seemed to have passed. ‘What is so important that Yasir wants me to see & that too at the Morgue?’ Never in his entire career had Imran been summoned like that to Yasir’s office & he never also had been asked to accompany his superior to any place at all. This was the first time that any of it had happened & that too for an old morgue.

It was 9:50am & Imran’s cellphone gave a beep. It was a text message from that read:

Parking Lot in 10mins. My Car…

Imran was further forced to ponder, what was so important that made Yasir type such a short message? Yasir was well known throughout his office as Mr. Formal, for he always preferred to type formal message. He didn’t care if they were long or time consuming, what he gave importance to was that the messages should be formal & complete in every sense.

Nevertheless, Imran made his way to the elevator. He was caught up in these mystery questions that he forgot to put away his paperwork & stationary in its place. He left the desk & rushed past a few of his colleagues, who by the way were too busy to notice any difference in Imran’s pace of movement. He reached for the elevator & pressed the button. The elevator was at 5th floor & Imran was waiting at the 3rd. When the elevator arrived & its door opened, it seemed that the elevator had no room for another passenger. Although the elevator was quite big for at least for six persons, but inside was Mrs. Junaid. a.k.a ‘Aunty 420’ & two other persons whom Imran barely knew.

Mrs. Junaid was a receptionist in the office. She was in her mid 40’s & had a flirtatious nature. This had earned her the nickname of ‘Aunty 420’, given to her by the young office employees such as Imran himself. Imran had adjusted himself in the corner, just behind Aunty 420. when the elevator reached at ground floor, Imran was truly relieved, for the smell of Mustard Oil from the hair of Mrs. Junaid, was killing Imran & he desperately wanted to get rid of her.

All the passengers, boarded off at the ground floor, except Imran. His destination was  two stories below the ground floor, into the basement at B2. The elevator reached B2 & Imran feasted his eyes as he saw a Blue BMW 750i waiting for him. Yasir was seated at the back seat reading the newspaper. When he noticed Imran, he summoned him inside.

Once Imran was settled in & relaxed, Yasir asked him, ‘Do you know Yousuf Altaf?’ ‘You Mean Yousuf Altaf the Son of Muhammad Altaf?’ asked Imran.  ‘Yes, well you see Imran, the thing is he is gone missing’. ‘Missing! How can someone like him go Missing? I mean, this guy moves around with 20 bodyguards, moreover he carries along with him at least 4 loaded handguns everywhere he goes & you say he is missing!’ ‘Apparantly Yes, he went missing last night, he was expected to arrive at the party of his good friend Ali Kashif but he never made it there & all of his guards were found dead not far from his from his house, but you seem to know him very well’, said Yasir  giving a quizzical look to Imran. ‘I had shared a class with him in college days, he was quite bit of an arrogant type, made a few friends, he  used to hang out with us. ‘Us?’ asked Yasir. ‘Yea Me & Ali Kashif Sir’ replied Imran. ‘You know Ali Kashif! said Yasir in a shocking manner. ‘Yea Why?’ asked Imran. ‘Nothing, nothing, it’s just not everyday that you meet with people who are best friends with a public figure’ replied Yasir.

They had arrived at the morgue, it was an old building, which was not quite properly maintained, mainly because of lack of funds & improper implementation of resources, nevertheless it was yet one of the best morgue services in the City. They entered the hall & at the reception Identified as Crime Scene Investigators. Government persons had a high authority in such cases. They could enter or leave any secure building provided that they had shown their positive IDs.

Chapter 4 ~ RooM 524

The staff led to them to the room where the body of Yousuf was kept. Inside Dr.Yaseen, an specialist from Yemen, who had settled in Pakistan for the past 5years, had examined the body & was ready to give a briefing about the autopsy report.

‘Ah Mr. Yasir, good to see you sir’ he greeted Yasir as if they were old friends. ‘Pleased to Meet You Dr. Yaseen, this is my Assistant, Mr. Imran’. ‘Quite a Young fellow you got there’ said Dr. Yaseen with a smile.

‘Please, come with me.’ he said. Yasir & Imran followed the 6foot tall, slender & tanned figure in front of them. They walked across the hallway, which was moderately white washed recently, some masonry work was underway up ahead. They kept walking for a few minutes until they finally reached a door that read ‘Room 524’.

‘It is said to be the largest morgue in the country’, Dr. Yaseen said with a hint of pride in his voice. ‘WoW, talk about being a freak’ Imran thought to himself. Dr.Yaseen put the hand to his pocket & produced forth a key chain, which contained several shiny silver keys, after analysing them with one quick glance, he selected the key to the ‘Room 524’.

‘Why have they kept this room locked anyway?’ thought Imran, but then Yasir Spoke. ‘Ah this room must be your most cherished one, isn’t it Doctor?’ Dr. Yaseen, didn’t quite seem to get the sarcasm in his voice & questioned back ‘& why is that so?’

‘Well why else would you keep this room locked up, provided that there are bunch of dead bodies & corpses in it?’ said Yasir.

Dr.Yaseen smiled back, keeping his calm & replied with dignity, ‘You are well aware of the unemployment rate that has been constantly creeping in the country, poverty sees no limits & it brings out the Devil Residing within us. These are such times, where people would sell off organs of the dead just to earn their living, Kidney Thefts are on the rise these days & most people suspect NGOs like us for playing a key role in helping these criminals. This is just a precautionary measure on our side to curb this evil practice.’


..Came the sound from the door that just unlocked. Imran had felt a surge of excitement & tried to imagine what a morgue looked like, for he had never been to one before in his entire life, although he knew what lay inside, or at least that’s what he imagined, nevertheless; as the Doctor turned the latchkey of the door, the moments seemed to have been passing in a slow motion for Imran, the seconds had seemed to freeze & although it hardly took  two seconds to swing open the door, but those 2seconds were being engraved in Imran’s head as one of the most memorable moments. For they were a beginning to a whole new exciting drama in his entire career.

The ‘Room 524’, was dark & it gave a look of the deepest blackest pit of a dry well. The Doctor switched on the lights, & the room lit & changed the atmosphere. It was a huge & humongous room with Cabinets on either sides & a single stretcher  in the middle. A body was placed on it. At a first glance, Imran was reminded of his childhood nightmare, The Frankenstein Monster, which brought a smile to his face.

Chapter 5 ~  The Mark

As the three men closed in on to the location of where the stretcher was placed, Imran was slowly starting to get the creeps by every step they took; inch by inch they came closer and then Dr. Yaseen spoke in his Yemeni accent. ‘You see Yasir, I headed the examination of this body and amazingly what we found two things particularly to be strange. Firstly it is this mark’. Dr. Yaseen handed the photograph to Yasir and continued to further explain and to Imran, he seemed like a lecturer who was tutoring a student as if Yasir was about to give his written exam tomorrow. Dr. Yaseen carried on, ‘You see; this mark resembles a curled up snake with its mouth projecting outwards from the center. We found it amusingly strange that the killer has branded him like he was some sort of Mule or an Ass’.

‘And what is the Second?’ asked Imran. Dr. Yaseen continue, the bullet we found was no ordinary bullet it was a customized bullet specially designed to kill in a single shot, leaving no chances of survival. you see the bullet was filled with Mercury; the killer wanted to ensure that his victim does not survive. Since Mercury is known for its poisonous reaction as soon as it touches the victims bloodstream, this ensures that whoever wanted to kill him made sure that he didn’t survive.’

‘And what’s this on his forehead?’ asked Yasir, Dr. Yaseen said,’this is where the victim was shot. Right between the eyebrows & when we were examining the body, we discovered that it was precisely centered in between his eyebrows; perhaps he had enough time to kill the victim’. Thank ‘You Very Much Doctor’ said Yasir. ‘I would like a copy of these files on the earliest possible’. ‘I will have Malik send them over to you, by tomorrow’ replied the Doctor.

Imran kept on wondering about the strange mark and asked himself questions such as, what did the mark meant? why would anyone brand a person in such a manner? & now he started to feel giddy, the more he thought he felt as if his blood from the feet was suddenly being drenched, for the mark was deeply embedded in the skin tarnishing several layers of the victim. What a cruel man he was to do such a thing indeed.

Now Imran’s thoughts raced to Mr. Muhammad Altaf, the father of Yousuf Altaf. M. Altaf was a Feudal Lord of Sindh, having his roots being traced to Balochi Descent. Given his influence within the government & his financial muscle, M. Altaf could easily get his hands on such classified documents. As Imran kept pondering, he was assured that M. Altaf had not yet received the news of the demise of his only son & Imran knew, had he known about the news; M. Altaf would surely go do the depths of the deepest ocean bottom just to avenge the death of his son. For it was a Popular Culture of the Balochi People, who followed the law ‘An Eye for an Eye, a Tooth for a Tooth’.

All of Imran’s thoughts were broken when he Yasir ordering  the Doctor, ‘Under any circumstance these files should Not be leaked out Muhammad Altaf. I will also ask Jacob to take extra precautionary measures & report him missing not until we find the person who is responsible for all of this mess’.

As Imran & Yasir headed back to their vehicle; Imran asked Yasir,”Who is this Jacob?’ Yasir did not reply, not until they were inside the car. After a  brief silence Yasir spoke, ‘Jacob is head of the Police Department; been in service for 30years & finally got promoted 2years back. An honest man that Jacob is’. Now Imran asked in amazement, ‘You have the rights to dictate the Police Chief?!” ‘Yes, and I also possess the right fire you’. Imran understood that Yasir was in no mood to answer anymore questions & therefore he kept quite for the rest of drive.

Chapter 6 – The Phone Call

Meanwhile Yasir & Imran were heading back to work; Muhmmad Altaf was resting in his posh Haveli (Pvt Mansion) located in the Desert area of Sibi, Balochistan. The history of the town goes back to 13th century & it is the hottest place within the country is 52.6 °C (126.7 °F). Sibi is known for many things, the deadly heatwave & the game that it provides for the hunters entertainment. The scorching heat could easily kill anyone within two days if he’d run out of water & food supplies, but there very things were loved by Muhammad Altaf; provided the riches at his disposal if he willed he could have easily spent a luxurious life in a luxurious villa in Islamabad.No one really knew why he loved to be in his Haveli in the middle of nowhere, except for his deceased wife, who had once questioned him the same question. To which replied, ‘Iam Baloch, born to this soil & I shall return to this soil. Therefore I must be accustomed to this land for when I get buried; I do not want to be thought of as a traitor of this land.’

Today he was sitting in his Haveli, reclining to against a takiya and smoking his from his hukka, thinknig about his beloved wife who was no more in this world. He was relishing her memories, living each one of them devouring each and every moment; when a servant walked in carrying the cordless phone and said, ‘Saeen, it is for you’. ‘Not now Jameel, I am not in the mood, whoever it is tell him to call back later’. The servant did was told, but the stranger said, ‘It is about Yousuf Altaf, son of your Saeen.’ ‘Saeen; he says it is about Yousuf Saeen’ said Jameel. M. Altaf ordered him to turn on the speaker & said ‘What is it?’, the heavy voice on the phone laughed & said so ‘your son means so much to you?’ ‘Do not was my time; I am not in the mood for Prank Calls’ said the Baloch. ‘Muhammad Altaf, if you don’t talk to me right now, consider your life to be over’ said the stranger. ‘You really are brave by calling me by my full name & also threatening my to death, but since I am in a good mood. I will spare your life; if you end this call right now’

Jameel knew that his master was not joking & meant every word of it as he spoke. Jameel had been by his master’s side ever since he was a child. Jameel knew all about his master. Now the stranger spoke again ‘Do you love sheesha?’ ‘M. Altaf chuckled and said ‘why do you ask?’ and the very next moment a gun shot was heard & the sheesha container lay shattered. Jameel was clearly perplexed & shocked but M. Altaf was unfazed by the shooter’s heroics for he had witnessed a lot of bloodshed in his entire life. He had even participated in tribal wars of Balochistan when was young. Now M. Altaf said, ‘You threaten a Baloch like me with your toys like the 25MM Pneumatic Sniper Rifle?’Now the stranger was perplexed & confused & wondered in amazement; how the hell did he know which gun was he operating? Nevertheless after a brief silence, M. Altaf said, ‘If you have nothing important to say, then I will disconnect the call’ After which the stranger spoke and said, I have killed your only son, Yousuf Altaf; last night and as a proof, I have placed the photographs in your drawer’.

M. Altaf, motioned Jameel & Jameel immediately understood what his master wanted him to do, he approached the drawer & opened it, picked up the envelope of the size of an A4 paper format & handed it over to his master. ‘Go on open it, don’t be shy’ said the stranger in his heavy demonic tone. M. Altaf followed the instructions like an obidient child listening to his parents, & to his horror, he saw the images of his beloved son, shot at point blank, branded like an Ass with a strange logo. ‘I assure you, these images are authentic & as a proof I have I also enclosed a copy of the autopsy report in the envelope as well. ‘Before you leave, I would like to know why did you murder my son?’ said M. Altaf. The stranger laughed & said, Yousuf was planning to enter into politics & given his character, I did a favour to a nation of 180million people. ‘Whoever you are, By Lord,  I will trace you & I am going kill you if that’s the last thing I would do’ said M. Altaf. ‘Well Good Luck’ replied the stranger & the call was disconnected. ‘Connect me to Ijaz Bhatti’ said M. Altaf in a stern voice to Jameel.

My Top10 List of Annoyers!

Here is My list of Top 10 Annoyers:

10. The VIP movements here in Pakistan, are a real hassle, for it not only causes prolonged traffic jams but also wastes your precious time & to top it all, people that are behind you, keep honking their vehicle’s horn; Knowing fully well that this is a traffic JAM & there is No Where to go! – Welcome to Pakistan.

9. When You are asleep & in the middle of a wonderful dream, suddenly your alarm buzzes off & You Realise that, it was all in your head!

8. When You know that you haven’t studied throughout the year & tomorrow is Your Paper, the Day when YOUR fate would be decided. You Try your utmost to study & whenever you do, something is bound to happen, either some unexpected guests arrive or the electricity goes out! – Load-shedding is a Common feature of the Karachi Metropolis, so just Bear it!

7. When People ask you all the Obvious & STUPID Questions like, Oh You’re here already?… – Umm…NO, I suppose I am still on my way. Hello! Can’t You See I am here right in Front of You! or should I bring You a pair of Eye Glasses to WEAR!

6. When Your Teacher asks a question in the class & no one else wishes to answer & the teacher is forced to pick someone out, why does it always have to be YOU!

5. When friends try to interfere into your personal matters! – Excuse Me I need some PrivacY!

4. When You & your friends meet on weekly gatherings after Friday Sermons; & 4/5 of them only talk about Warcraft DOTA! – Argh…C’mon Grow up People!

3. When it Rains & You feel like going out for a Drive, but You CANNOT! Why? Because, all the roads are flooded & you are not sure which one has potholes & which ones don’t & mind you those that have potholes in them, they are of the size of a fully grown Walrus! – So You simply sit back at Home & enjoy the rest of your Day in Your bed like a Sick old Patient who can expire at any moment.

2. While Playing Chess, when You feel that You have cornered your opponent  & the Game Looks Pretty much over, Suddenly your Opponent Moves his Pawn Forward & there you have it! ‘THE ONLY MOVE THAT YOU FORGOT TO CALCULATE’ – Damn, this always happens when you plan a checkmate & overestimate your Opponent’s intelligence

1. When Your sms is simply ignored. Damn! That really pisses me Off!

Blackberry & Secrecy…

Recently I read an article in the ‘Daily Dawn Newspaper’, which is one of the top newspapers, here in Pakistan; & what I read totally shocked me! An article stated that Blackberry phones were to be banned in countries, namely United Arab Emirates(U.A.E), Saudi Arabia & India was even considering to follow in on such a move, because Practically they couldn’t monitor the chat from Blackberry phones.

Now this made me ponder over this Secrecy Issue, I mean why the hell does Blackberry a Mobile Operating Company has to provide such high scale privacy to its users? The Privacy Scale is such that it cannot be monitored & detected by the respective Governments! The Privacy Issue might seem to many Users  as ‘CONVENIENT & SATISFACTORY’, but has the Blackberry Team given it a thought as to what damage such a technology could do to the World i.e if fallen in Wrong Hands? Terrorist activities could go undetected & who else would be to blame other than the manufacturers.

My Theory:
As this might seem an interesting Issue, I couldn’t help but to think that Since Blackberry Phones are a Product of USA, The US Government & Respective Department of Security could very well have an easy access in monitoring every minute details of the so called PRIVATE CHAT of any individual using these phones, If this is true then it also might be True that Such Phones might have been aided & developed solely by the Help of the US Military Intelligence, as it would serve an excellent purpose for the US Marines who are conducting Operations in Various Countries with their Chats going undetected under the guise of a Simple Looking Phone!

Well Whether it is true or not its Simply my Theory which currently makes perfect sense.

My Opinion:
As stated above, If such a technology falls in to the hands of terrorists, it could easily serve their purpose, I personally feel that such Technology should not be made publicly available, furthermore if Blackberry is interested in Introducing such technology in Various countries, then they should also be ready to share the monitored data with the Authorities of respective governments.

I have Nothing against Blackberry or RIM, just voicing my concern & sharing my thoughts.

We Don’t Need More ‘OSAMAs’

Before you guys read this post, kindly go through with the following link:

Now I would like to ask all the Christians out there, is this what Christianity has taught you? Surely Not! for no religion teaches us to sow hatred & create mischief in the land. According to Mr. Terry Jones, Islam is responsible for the 9/11 attack. Let me remind him that in the Twin Towers attack, not only did Christians lose their precious lives but also innocent Muslims had lost their lives & unfortunately in the aftermath of 9/11 thousands of innocent immigrant Muslims, that were living in the USA for so many year; had to pay the price. Most of them were unjustly arrested & thrown into Jails & kept in long term detentions; as for one’s who were lucky enough to escape the fed’s, they had to face problems of unemployment & racial discrimination, WHY? Simply because they had a predominantly Muslim Name & had origins to Muslim Countries. Still today, unknown number of Muslims who have absolutely nothing to do with Al Qaeda, Taliban or the 9/11 attacks, are being held in Maximum Security Prisons such as Guantanamo Bay!

Mr. Terry Jones, fully well knows that there are about 1.5billion Muslims all around the world & yet he wants to burn down their Religious Book, knowing fully well that it would hurt their sentiments. Isn’t this act of Terrorism? Hurting others willfully, neglecting their existence in general; turning a blind eye & Inciting Violence by passing such rash comments & conducting such practices. Has he even considered the possibility that tomorrow others might start-up to follow in ‘Osama Bin Laden’s’ Footsteps? Surely Mr. Jones is Naive, I personally feel that he should go back to the church & get baptized again! For Christianity DOES NOT BY ANY MEANS teaches how to hurt others, on the contrary, If I remember Correctly, Jesus also taught the lessons of Patience & Tolerance to his followers, although the Jews at that time used to subject him to the meanest of tortures; cannot T.Jones seek any guidance from him or his teachings?

T.Jones Further goes on to say that, ‘Stop the Islamic Law, Stop the Brutality’, Islam NEVER PREACHED BRUTALITY! & as far as I remember it is Mr. Jones country (USA) that has taught Brutality to the world, let me clarify my stance in the following points:

1. The Invasion of Iraq – No Proof of WMD’s has been found up to date! It is of common knowledge that USA attacked Iraq for its Oil Reserves & not of Saddam’s Oppressive Rule, for the last time I checked; when Iran & Iraq went on a head-On massacre(10yr brutal War), Iraq was Supported by the USA & largely funded & Aided to annihilate Iran & Iran by Russia.

2. War in Afghanistan – Afghanistan is well known for growing Opium, which is a drug that has many medical uses & it is quite expensive to attain it, but in the mountainous regions of Afghan Territory,  it is found abundantly So this War is also not justified under the guise of ‘War on Terror’.

3. Occupation of Palestine – The USA has continually supported the Israel on its stance against Palestine. The Brutality of the Israeli Military is well known all around the globe & yet the USA Funds Israel every Year & those figures amount to billions of Dollars! (If you people think Israel is an ‘All Saint country’, think again! No action has been taken against Israel for attacking the Flotilla) & to be honest nothing will ever be done except for a few remarks will be passed, condemning the attack! & apart from that Israel has also illegally occupied Palestinian Land for decades & USA has turned a blind eye to this issue!

Jones furthermore goes on to comment that Women aren’t allowed to drive a Car in, ‘Saudi Arabia’, what Saudi Arabia Does allow or does not allow, it has nothing to do with Islamic Law for it is the country’s law! If tomorrow Italy Prohibits Tourism in Vatican (due to any reason) does that mean I should relate it to Christianity? Certainly not! For doing so would be meaningless & baseless!

T.Jones also claims that, ‘Islam is off the Devil, it teaches brutality & hate’. Now let me ask you guys, why does the West always turn a blind eye to better part of Islam, which teaches brotherhood, peace, justice & prohibits all sorts of Social & Moral Evils of the Society? If I remember correctly USA currently ranks on top of the list in terms of Social & Moral Crimes such as murders, theft, rape, discrimination on the basis of race, etc

Jones’s comments only come due to the fear that Muslims will be counted as a Majority in the USA, for reference view the above posted link:
3:16: ‘We Are Going to End Up Like Europe, Look at England, Look at Germany, Look at Holland’, mind you, I have never in my entire life heard such racist comment, does he mean to imply that these countries are also Terrorists or is he implying that Muslims living in these countries are to be considered as filth?

I recommend T.Jones to keep his trap shut, for his remarks do not solve any problems, neither they justify his stance of living in a ‘Free Country’ & further more such remarks are only destined to give birth to more ‘Osamas’, while the world has already got its hands full of One Osama Bin Laden!

I Do Not Have Anything Against the USA & its Citizens, I have Only Stated some of the Facts which are generally not known to the People of USA themselves!


11th of July & World Cup…

The FIFA World Cup which was held in South Africa, came to a close on 11th of July; after one whole month of entertainment. Spain defeated Netherlands & made history by winning the World Cup for the first time. It was a tough contest fought between the two nations, but in the end Spain came on top with a 1 – 0 victory. A marvelous goal from Andres Iniesta in the closing moments extra time was enough to break thousands of Dutch hearts, who were clad in Orange at Soccer City.

Although this World Cup was better than the previous one, which was held in Germany in 2006; in terms of goals scored, but certainly no one is going to remember this World Cup for that nor for the fact that Spain made history by winning it for the first time ever! On the contrary this World Cup shall be remembered for the ages to come; for the dismal performance by some of the most experienced footballing nations(Brazil, Argentina, France, Italy & England) & the star players such as (Rooney, Messi, C.Ronaldo, Drogba, Eto, etc) although some superstars were lucky to be suffering from injuries (Ka’ka & F.Torres), for this served for them as an excellent excuse for a disappointing performance & lets not forget our notable REFEREES! Surprised? Yes, You Should be!

It is not a secret that in some of the matches the refereeing was very controversial, for instance, the Knock Out match between Germany & England, in which the English mid-fielder, ‘Frank Lampard’ was actually robbed of a spectacular goal. The Ball hit the crossbar & bounced inside the Goal(behind the goal line) & came back out! It was the duty of the linesmen to notify the referee about the goal but to everyone’s surprise no decision was taken in favour of Mr.Lampard. Similarly, another incident involving Argentina’s Carlos Tevez in a match against Mexico, an off-side goal was wrongly & unjustly granted in favour of C.Tevez, although the T.V replays showed otherwise.

Now lets analyse the the final match between Spain & Netherlands, the match official was some English referee, who according to me held some sort of personal grudge with the deserving Dutch. Following are some of the reasons as to why I feel so:

1. The entire Dutch Team was Yellow Carded & one of the defenders Hietenga was wrongly Red Carded.

2. The Dutch were robbed of 3 Corner Kicks which could have been proved to be the turning point of the game, as The Dutch are Experts in taking Free Kicks & Corner Kicks. Apart from this they can also produce Long range Lob Passes with sheer pin-point accuracy

3. The Spainiard Heros’, namely A.Iniesta & Carlos Puyol both of whom should have been red carded, were not even booked for their respective offences against the Dutch.

4. Although I admit the Fact that the Dutch player ‘De Jong’ should have been Red Carded for thumping his high heel on the chest of Xabi Alonso, but he too enjoyed some respite from the referee.

Nevertheless, the World Cup Ended on a high note with D.Forlan winning the Golden Ball Award & T.Muller of Germany winning the Golden Boot Award & Ikler Casillas winning the Golden Glove Award. Unfortunately D.Villa & M.Klose failed to make history. D.Villa could have broken the Spain’s National record for scoring most Goals on International Level which is held by Gonzalo Ra’ul on a tally of 44 goals, while David Villa has bagged in a marvelous 43 goals. As for M.Klose of Germany, he could have broken record of 15 goals tally held by ‘The Phenomenon’ Ronaldo of Brazil, while M.Klose who probably has played his last World Cup holds a tally of 14 goals.

Anyways Lets hope that FIFA approves the Goal Line technology for the next World Cup which is to be held in Brazil in the year 2014; for most of us i.e ‘fans’ were left disappointed by the Policies adopted by the FIFA President Sepp Blatter in this year’s World Cup of 2010.

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