Bangladeshi Entrepreneurs vs Rentier Class in Pakistan

بنگلہ دیش کہاں سے کہاں نکل گیا، جبکہ ہم پیاز اور ٹماٹر درآمد کرنے کرنے اور بھیک مانگنے میں مصروف ہیں - بچے کچھے پاکستان میں بڑا کاروبار جو 1968 میں 22 فیملیز میں مرتکز تھا اب سکڑ کر صرف ایک بڑی rentier فیملی کی اجارہ داری رہ گیا ہے جو کہ اسٹیبلشمنٹ، عدلیہ، بیوروکریسی، اور سیاستدانوں کے خاندانوں میں آپس کی شادیوں سے منسلک ہیں- پاکستان میں اب تمام بڑی صنعتوں اور انڈسٹری پر ایک rentier کلاس کا قبضہ ہے، جہاں تمام بڑے ٹھیکے بزنس میرٹ اور کمپیٹیشن کی بجائے پرمٹ، قانونی اجازت، عدالتی فیصلوں اور entitlement کی بنیاد پر بانٹے جاتے ہیں- جس ملک میں ایسا ہو وہاں ملک دیوالیہ ہی ہو گا- سولر اور ونڈ انرجی، شوگر ملز، شوگر، تیل، آئیل امپورٹ ایکسپورٹ؛ موٹرویز، پل، ڈیمز، ٹاؤنز وغیرہ کی کنسٹرکشن، بڑے بڑے رقبوں، ریکوڈک مائنز وغیرہ کی الاٹمنٹ جیسے تمام ٹھیکے اس ہی rentier کلاس کی فرنٹ کمپنیوں میں بانٹے جاتے ہیں-

Imran Khan ladla wants to play with everyone

 لاڈلا کھیلن کو مانگے چاند! ہم سائفر سے کھیلیں گے، ہم امریکی سازش سے کھیلیں گے، ہم آایم ایف سے کھیلیں گے، ہم معیشت سے کھیلیں گے، ہم دوست ممالک سے کھیلیں گے, ہم اسٹیبلشمنٹ سے کھیلیں گے، ہم چیف سے کھیلیں گے، ہم ایجنسیز سے کھیلیں گے، ہم اپوزیشن سے کھیلیں گے، ہم اسمبلیوں سے کھیلیں گے، ہم ارشد شریف کے قتل سے کھیلیں گے، ہم سواتی کی وڈیو لیک سے کھیلیں گے، ہم لانگ مارچ اور دھرنے سے کھیلیں گے، ہم شلوار میں گولیوں سے کھیلیں گے، ہم اپنے اندھے پرستاروں سے کھیلیں گے، اور میں اپنے عشاق سے کھیلوں گا، میں اپنے کھلونوں سے کھیلوں گا- میرے کھلونے میری مرضی

Future of MPhil/PhD in Pakistan

Q: What is the future of MPhil/PhD done through universities in Pakistan? How to build your future through Research?

Ans: Future of MPhil/PhD in Pakistan is now the same as the future of MPhil and PhD abroad--- Future is only in research organizations and universities doing funded research!

Future of MPhil is always a PhD. Future of PhD is in universities or research organizations that value researchers who can obtain funded research. There are several universities, consortiums, collaborations that are obtaining hundreds of millions of Rupees (even billions) funded research from foreign and local sources in Pakistan.

Living in Glass-house throwing stones on others. Imran Khan politics of slander and accusations

 ہینڈسم آڈیوز کے بعد وڈیوز کی آمد آمد ہے:

دیکھو مجھے جو دیدۂ عبرت نگاہ ہو

میری سنو جو گوش نصیحت نیوش ہے-- غالب

ہینڈسم عمران خان کی یوٹرن منافقت لیڈرشپ، اسلامک ٹچ سے لبریز! اس کے پڑھے لکھے عقلمند پرستار ،مقلدین اور معتقدین اس کی عادات، اطوار، کردار، گفتار، اخلاق کو اپنی ذندگی میں اپنانے کے درپے- خاص طور پر جب وہ ریاست مدینہ کا دعویدار بن کر، اپنی ایمانداری کے چرچوں کے ٹرینڈز بنائے، سپریم کورٹ کے صادق و امین سرٹیفکیٹس کو viral کرے، امر بالمعروف کی تلقین کرے، رحمت اللعالمین اتھارٹی بنائے....

لاحول ولا قوۃ......

جب گلاس ہاؤس میں رہنے والا دوسروں کو پتھر مارتا ہے! دوسروں کے عیب پر ٹھٹہ مارنے والا اپنے عیبوں و گناہوں پر پردہ ڈالنے کا حکم اُس کتاب سے بتا رہا ہے جس میں اِن گناہوں پر حدود، رجم وغیرہ کی سزاؤں کا بھی حکم ہے۔ اسلامک ٹچ ریاست مدینہ کا دعویدار- لاحول ولا قوۃ...

18 Feb 2022 Pic of my FB post

Why Final Year Projects based on Complex Engineering Problem is more effective than years of lecturing

 My experience

Prof Abdul Razzaq Memon- Credit for basic concepts of computer design and engineering

زرا عمر رفتہ کو آواز دینا-

With our teacher Dr Abdul Razzaq Memon at VCs Workshop at Movenpick! He is currently VC of Preston University. He is 77 now and I crossed 60 recently.
He was chairperson of Electronic Engineering Department at DCET during 1980s.

October 25, 2022 pic 

All are Corrupt? All politicians are Corrupt? Logical Analysis of Sweeping Generalization

This is not a fatwa but pure logic. Please see the detail of this reasoning.

Companions of Hajj: Dekh mera Zauq o Shauq (See My Yearning and Passion)

Hajj kay Saathi (Companions of Hajj): Dekh mera Zauq o shauq (See my Passion and Yearning)

In 2016, Arif bhai went for his second Hajj, and all through the trip, he kept on recalling     the saathis (group fellows) of that first Hajj of 1996 which I also accompanied. When I talked on Skype with Arif Bhai after the hajj, I found him emphasizing again and again that everything seems to have changed from what we saw during that first hajj; the fervor seems to be no more visible, and the buildings that we saw at that time were gone, the bazaars that existed then are gone, the small eateries run by Bengalis and offering chatpatta desi food seem to have disappeared, the local touch from the shops is gone, the view of haram as we witnessed then is no longer there; there is new construction everywhere, new building complexes, new malls,  upscale shops, trendy restaurants, and the haram is now dwarfed and engulfed by the commercial highrises all round, and above all the local homily touch that we felt then seems to have disappeared. 

I think it is not the buildings, bazaars, shops, or locale that he is missing. He is actually missing the company of our group, specifically that of the buzurgs with whom we performed that Hajj. Gone are they, the old familiar faces: Four of the buzurgs from our group of ten hajjis who went for the 1996 hajj are no longer with us. Gone is the mother of Arif Bhai with whom he was so attached. Gone are my parents around whom my life then was rooted; gone is my mother who was not only my counselor but also someone whom I looked up to for advice throughout my life. I have now realized that she was also a source of counseling and guidance to the stream of visitors who used to frequent our house. Gone is my father whose great expectations always beckoned me higher and higher.  Gone is Rauf mamoo who had this capacity of making everyone around him feel so special and so close. His commands and control during that hajj were intended to make our visits transform into troop movements, which thankfully often did not work out as planned, but were nevertheless useful for keeping us on our toes. And of course, gone is our energy of 25 years ago.

We cherish that hajj of 1996 for so many wonderful memories. Whenever we would relate stories of that hajj, people often ask, "Were you there for the Hajj or had you gone there for a picnic adventure?" How can we explain that the trip was preceded by so many preparations, was looked forward to with so much anticipation and was undertaken with so much devotion by the buzurgs accompanying us that it became a great event for every one of us. Each mealtime became a party; the simple food bought from the corner Bengali dhaabba (joint) became a celebration. Converting the labban (yogurt) bought from the corner store into lassi by putting it in a 2-liter water bottle with ice and milk and shaking it vigorously became a much looked forward process that produced the most delicious of all the drinks. The relish with which food items were picturesquely described by Anees Mamoo is now legendary. We don't know how he managed to get away from his job at Taif every other day and drove down to Mekkah to give us company and specifically to his childhood friend and cousin Rauf Mamoo. Everyone listened spellbound to the graphic description by Anees Mamoo of baray-baray (big) peaches and baray-baray tarbooz (watermelons) bought from the expedition to the sabzi mandi (vegetable market) of Mekkah where they were carefully selected with so much zest. Cutting and eating such fruit was accompanied by the fond recollections of many such baray baray fruits consumed elsewhere. The decorum with which food was laid out on the dastarkhwan on the floor mat, and the way everyone huddled together around it to consume it with so much relish reminded one of dawat e shiraz. Each mealtime turned into a mehfil with riveting stories: Stories told by Rauf Mamoo and Anees Mamoo of the time spent together in Hyderabad and stories of adventures of the shikaar (hunting) expeditions provided excitement and suspense. Fervent remembrances of the people who had passed away, riveting anecdotes from the culture that has vanished, trials and tribulations of the hard times following the 1947 migration, and of course the warmth of the connectedness of the extended family and the mutual help that was readily offered and accepted with grace and returned in kind. There was so much shukr expressed around these mehfil events that they became prayers to the bounties of Allah. The environment made each trip to haram an enjoyable and fulfilling expedition, each umra became an event which was looked forward to and each of the manasik became a pleasure-filled event notwithstanding the effort and strain. There was this beneficence of Allah that made our Hajj trip so much full of ease, comfort, and barakah.

I think the intention of Arif Bhai, Bhabhi, my eldest sister, my brother and myself for that hajj was primarily to enable the hajj of the buzurgs accompanying us to be as comfortable as possible. Three of these buzurgs were to do the hajj on wheelchairs because of their age-related infirmities and health reasons. The trip accordingly had to be planned to make their journey as exertion free as possible. This provided us with a sense of purpose to plan for and a sense of duty to diligently schedule the activities and to meticulously prepare the necessary list of required items so that we can enable the buzurgs to complete all their manasiks of hajj satisfactorily. There was this selfless and single-minded devotion that energized and kept us oriented throughout the months that we prepared for before the trip, and throughout the 40 days that we spent in Makkah and Medina.

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This preparation and planning was necessary because this was the decade of the 1990s and there were no private luxury tour packages, only general governmental arrangements. That was the decade in which we used to hear about the shocking news of hundreds of people getting trampled during jumraat one year, hundreds of people dying of suffocation and trampling in stampedes in the tunnels the next year, hundreds of people burning to death in fires breaking out in the tents at Mina one year or the following year. We heard alarming stories of hujjaj who had gotten separated from their group members, who had gotten lost and could not find their way back to their camp for days, who wandered for hours from one place to another not knowing where to go, who lost their papers and money, and who had gotten dehydrated in the heat; hujjaj not being able to make it to Arafat on time, or not being able to spend night at muzdalifa, or not completing the rammi, or not being able to complete the stipulated rituals, or herded in suffocating buses and stuck among smoke emitting vehicles for hours in traffic jams....

Some of the returnees of the 1995 Hajj alerted us to the need for taking our parents to Hajj as soon as possible. 1996 was therefore decided to be the year we had to fulfill this farz.  My eldest sister's agreement to join us on Haj and give company and support to my mother made the decision still easier. My brother's plan to join our group at Hajj directly from USA, further boosted the overall spirits, as now we had two young males to wheel Ammi and Abba.

To my amazement, planning for hajj suddenly got my father and mother energized. I couldn't believe the speed with which they came out from their recluse in which I found them on my return to Pakistan. They had mostly confined themselves to their rooms and were often reporting one or the other infirmities while resting most of the time. However, once the hajj plan was confirmed, the improvement in their energy and activity was remarkable. Starting from a condition where my mother would refuse to travel by car to attend even her daughter's house a few kilometers away often terming it as too strenuous, she not only started preparing for long walks but also started training for the arduous journey and long waits in traffic jams that she had heard were customary at Hajj. She started with 5 minutes of walk in the courtyard, and started increasing the time gradually. Remarkably, within a few weeks she was walking after fajr for about an hour and for another hour before the Maghreb. This practice that she started then continued till a few months before her last. My father got similarly energized in his prayers at the mosque and started participating in long walks after fajr with a group of namaazis. The group would go for about an hour-long walk every day. He also started regularly going for weekly dars that used to rotate among the houses of these mosque colleagues.

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Soon my parents had a list of people who had recently returned from hajj and an itinerary of sorts started getting developed. I was often given a schedule of whom to visit when. Visits to these contacts were pre-scheduled. We then would visit them and conduct "in-depth" interviews, where they would explain their experiences, the issues that were confronted, the hardships that were faced, and other travel details. We attended several hajj preparation workshops at mosques where they explained the processes and the manasiks. We also saw several documentaries on the subject. Soon, a list of items started taking shape; travel items, support items, dresses, shoes, chappals, toiletries, books, finances, food, snacks, numbers, and whatever was mentioned. Books relating to hajj travels were obtained, instruction guides were obtained, and a resource base started getting built.

As the news about our hajj program had traveled in the family. The first to approach us for accompanying in the hajj group was Rauf Mamoo and Momani. Now the discussions about the preparations invariably included them, and they started regularly participating in such planning meetings. With the introduction of Rauf Mamoo in the trip party, and his strict army officer training, we soon knew that he would be commanding the hajj "mission". Then, I learned that my younger sister in laws would also be accompanying us; her mother-in-law, Arif Bhai, brother-in-law, and his wife. Arif Bhai's wife would provide the support and company to Arif Bhai's mother.  Although we had been meeting Arif Bhai in the family get-togethers, but this trip would eventually provide us with a wonderful opportunity to know each other and develop a friendship and association that is at a much higher plane than whatever I have experienced before or since. Haj associations are special because they are for a higher purpose and are not tainted by worldly interests.

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I will describe a few memorable events from that Hajj.

This is early morning, it has taken us the whole night to travel from Jeddah to Mekkah after waiting for hours in line to see the Saudi nincompoops at the Jeddah airport taking five hours to complete the counting of a contingent of haajis of about 200 [which is a storytelling separately in a later post]. Anees Mamoo first took us to the lodgings rented for us near Kubri al Mansoor on Shahrahe Khalil for freshening up and then we went to Haram after fajar: Ammi is with me and we have entered from Bab-e-Fahd and we are slowly making our way towards the Mutaaf. After turning around a corner, we found ourselves getting our first eye contact with Kaaba. I would never forget the zauq o shauq in Ammi that I saw there: I found Ammi to have frozen in the state in which she first laid her eyes on Kaaba. Her gaze was fixated at the Kaaba and she was reciting duas that she had memorized for this very moment and seemingly all the prayers that she could recall and could say.  I saw the tears running down her cheeks. She must have been looking forward to this moment for Allah knows how long. While growing up in the 1960s-80s, we were never in a financial position to afford this fard. Ammi must have been praying for this moment for so long. It appeared as if Ammi would not let go of this time and these prayers. She must have stood there for a good half hour reciting one dua after another, praying for one thing after the other. Eventually, she lowered her gaze, offered a couple of nafils and then moved towards Mutaaf for the tawaf.

Kafir-E-Hindi Hun Main, Dekh Mera Zauq-O-Shauq

Dil Mein Salat-O-Durood, Lab Pe Salat-O-Durood

An Indian infidel, perchance, am I; But look at my fervour, my ardour.

‘Blessings and peace upon the Prophet,’ sings my heart.

‘Blessings and peace upon the Prophet,’ echo my lips.

This is Masjid e Nabvi and I am in Riaz ul Jannah with Rauf Mamoo. We have just completed our nafils, and he had started moving towards Roza-e-Rasool. Those were the times when one can still peep into the roza from a tiny window with grills. There was a throng of people in line trying to come nearer and nearer to the grill window to take a peep. A couple of shurtas' were standing there trying to ward off people who would like to come too near the grill. I spotted a mischevious smile on the face of Rauf Mamoo that I can never forget. He gave me his bag to hold and asked me to wait outside for him. I then saw this man of 65 years suddenly getting energized and transforming himself into a nimble teenager. He moved left, then right, then ducked below the staff-wielding shurtaa and before the shurtaa can stop him, he was not only peeping inside but also kissing the grills and kept on kissing and crying with tears as the shurta started beating him with the staff, but that made no impact on him. Eventually, he pulled away from the grills. When I met him outside Masjid e Nabvi, his face was beaming with joy and happiness that I can not describe. Later, he was to relate joyously that he had repeated similar peeps through the grill of Roza e Rasool several times. When I asked him about the beatings, he smiled and said that those beatings were just a little inconvenience for the reward he got of expressing his love for Rasool ul Allah.

Mana Ke Teri Deed Ke Qabil Nahin Hun Main

Tu Mera Shauq Dekh, Mera Intizar Dekh

Granted that I am not worthy of your Sight

You should look at my zeal, and look at my perseverance

Diya

As I recall the expressions on the face of Rauf Mamoo after this adventure to Roza e Rasool, I am sure, no one would have seen in him the old man of 65 that he was, but would have only witnessed a young teenager: A teenager of a different time and place; a teenager of half a century earlier, who loved taking risks and exploration, who would often go for adventures at night to those dark family graveyards in the ancestral hometown of Manikpur (Berar) in India about which the children were expressly told to stay away. There were graves of waliullahs of Hussami-Faridia silsala; including that of my mother's nana (maternal grandfather) Shah Mohammad Shakoor around whose tomb, I am told there is an annual urs even today. There was an old dilapidated mosque at that time in the graveyard in which someone, whom no one had seen, would light a diya (candle) every night. There were reported sightings of other strange phenomena in that family graveyard like coming across figures who were hundreds of feet in height and width and would fill the entire space in front, of having a meeting with long gone waliullah ancestors, and having other spiritual experiences. I learned of these nocturnal adventures from the stories told to me by my mother who would also sometimes accompany Rauf Mamoo on these expeditions without the knowledge of the elders; the brother and sister pair were fond of such outdoor adventures; Some of those stories were to be related by Rauf Mamoo in 1999 to us during the last night of his life before he went to meet his creator.

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We are in the tent city of Mina. Fiberglass shades had not been erected till then. It was hot and felt as if someone was pumping blasts of hot air in our tents.  There were coolers in the tent but the environmental heat had tremendously degraded their cooling ability. We found ice slabs in the service area for providing cool drinking water to the haajis of the maktab. We started bringing ice in place of water to improve the performance of the cooler, but that only helped a little. The buzurgs spent that tent stay with great patience. The patience of Arif Bhai's mother and others was remarkable. It was sweltering hot, washrooms were at some distance and the winding path required negotiating through irregularly erected tents and their fastenings, the waiting lines in front of washrooms were long, and food from the corner Bengali stalls was simple, but I did not see any of them complaining of heat or any other inconvenience.

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This is Arafat. Our muallim's has allocated spacious tents. After settling down, some of us went to bring the food being distributed there in abundance by the government. On our way back, we saw a running water hose that we quickly used to refresh ourselves by hosing water on us. On returning to tent, I found the buzargs deep in prayers. Especially, the way I saw my mother standing and praying throughout that afternoon was remarkable. Food or other refreshments did little to distract her. She did not move much from her praying place till it was time to move to Muzdalifa.

We are going for jumraat. I had lost my chappal the very first day that I went to haram. I then stopped taking the chappal inside in the specially made pouches that we took with us from Pakistan. I started going to haram with one pair and would leave it at the door among the hundreds lying there and on the way back would pick another pair lying there, without worrying about the color or type match. However, Arif Bhai with his characteristic meticulousness would always carefully keep his chappals in the pouch that he carried. That pair of chappals remained with him throughout our stay in Mekkah and Medinah. But, as we went for jumraat, we went through the first one, then the second one. But, were then caught in a jampacked situation before the third one, with people pressing against each other from every side and we were slowly inching forward with tension on the faces of everyone and with heat, it was becoming claustrophobic.  There Arif Bhai, eventually, lost one of his chappals as it tore out from his feet. We, then felt a spray of water drops, and suddenly the tension released. I think they do it from the sprinklers on the poles to release the tension. The relief was quite visible as Arif Bhai was stoning the last shaitan and as he threw the last of the stones, I saw his dear chappal flying off to the shaitan!

After Jumraat, we sat down on the curb and Abba squatted down while the barber shaved off his head and then our heads. The sight was singularly remarkable because Abba would always get his haircuts with so much preparation, but that kerbside shaving of the head scene while squatting on the curb I can never forget. He looked so adorable and cute with his long beard and age, and getting the head shave in that surrounding! Later, near our maktab's enclosure we spotted a hose pipe with running water. We took that hose and started hosing water on each other to freshen up after that stressful jumraat, while the road carried throngs of thousands of people walking towards their tents after returning from jumraat. This was a moment worth capturing on a camera.

We had to go to haram for tawaf e ziarat from Mina. We first went to our private lodgings near Kubri-al-Mansoor on Shahrahe Khalil which was away from what the government has allotted for us. This was a small place with two small rooms and a kitchen and washrooms. There was a Bengali living upstairs who also was the caretaker of that house. He used to take us to haram in his car. We found out later that Saudis have put a ban in anyone driving the haajis to haram. We also used to use his telephone for receiving calls from Pakistan.

After freshening up in our lodging we went to the haram. It was morning time of around 9am. We were told that mutaaf and haram is jam-packed during the days for tawaf e ziarat. Surprisingly, we found the mutaaf nearly empty. The number of people was so less that even Ammi and Abba also decided that they would walk the tawaf and would not use the wheelchairs although my brother and I were ready to wheel them. This was among the quickest of tawaf that we did. It was over in a little over forty minutes. With Allah's blessings, the sun also got shielded by the clouds and we had a very light sprinkling of rain drops. I often wonder how could one get such an opportunity for tawaf e ziarat with so much ease in mutaaf. Such opportunities were even precious during that decade.

Rauf Mamoo describing the care that we two brothers took for Abba Jan in his characteristic teasing style would tell others: If you want to see hajj then you should have seen hajj of Ahsan Bhai (my father). Both of his sons would be there right beside him as he was ascending or descending the stairs: One on the left and the other on the right. Each time he would lift his left foot, he would ask one of his sons to help him put the feet in the correct spot. Each time he would lift his right foot, he would ask his other son to help him put the foot at the right place.  This was of course an overstatement. But, we took it as an acknowledgment of the effort done by the younger ones to help the buzurgs. Arif Bhai and his wife were continuously caring for Arif Bhai's mother. My sister, brother, and we were caring for Ammi and Abba and of course also for Momani Jan and Mamoo Jan.

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We are at Jeddah Haj terminal, the one that had at that time a beautiful tent-like arching architecture. On reaching there we found that we would have to wait not only the night but all through the next day because our flight will be late on the night of the next day. For the first time, we found the large number of luggage items that we carried from Karachi to Mekkah, to Medinah, and back to Mekkah had a different utility. Our extensive preparations before the Hajj had ended up with each of the elders having luggage that consisted of three bigger pieces; a suitcase, a larger travel bag, and a smaller bag. Only the younger three of the group had limited themselves to one big bag each. The luggage that Arif Bhai and I had to load on top of the buses and then lift down typically consisted of 20 pieces that also included three wheelchairs that we had bought on arrival at Mekkah. This luggage now also included huge sacks containing prayer rugs bought by each of the four family representatives, and there were nine huge cans of zam zam water of 15 liters each. Foam mattresses bought for our sleeping at our private lodgings in Mekkah and the floor mats on which they were laid were also with us, rolled in a hold-all style. We could carry all this courtesy of the good old days when there was no restriction on the number of water cans and their sizes and the number of luggage items. By the time we came back after finding out about the flight schedule, we found that all the bigger luggage items had been used to make a perimeter wall in what would be our private enclosure for the next two days. Foam mattresses were unrolled and soon the comfort necessities were neatly demarcating the boundaries. As it turned out our flight was not on the night of the next day, but on the night of the subsequent day. We spent two nights and two days in that Molvi Musafir Khana but like all other delays and waits during this hajj, this time was spent with huge sabr and shukr.

Similar cross straps for water
bottles and pouches for papers.

Whenever Rauf Mamoo would move out for any trip to haram or for any of the manasiks he would always be wearing two items with their straps crossing across his chest and back: One strap was holding the pouch containing his traveling papers, essential medicines, cash and other stuff. The other strap is for holding the water bottle. This indicated that he was ready to go on the expedition and brought to my mind the image of what soldiers often wear on their expeditions as seen in the picture.

I can never forget that evening, three years after we returned from that Hajj. It is 1999 and we are at Khala Jan's place, a couple of months after Khaloo Jan had left for the hereafter. I saw Rauf Mamoo cross-strapped the same way he used to be during Hajj before any of our movements. Without thinking, I started to recite Inshallah Khan Insha's famous couplet's first verse but stopped after a few words, because I suddenly realized that it was not appropriate:

kamar baNdhe huye  ........

and then I stopped, but Rauf Mamoo was quick, he had picked it up, and in his characteristic walihana and lilting style completed the entire couplet:

................ chalane ko yaN sab yar baiThe hain 

bahut age gaye, baqi jo hain tayyar baiThe hain 

Little did I know that the very next morning, at the breakfast table, as he was describing his impressions of the writings of Quratul Ain Hyder, he asked for a glass of water, took the sip, and then took a sigh, and collapsed. He breathed his last sometime later at NICVD.
Inna Lillahe Wa Inna Ilaihi Rajioon.

Both my mother and father used to pray that they should be on their feet when their time comes. Alhamdulillah both were on their feet when their time came in 2003-04. Abba walked to the car and from the car to emergency room of Liaquat National Hospital where he had another heart attack and left. Ammi was standing and performing ablution for Asar prayers when she breathed her last. Inna Lillah e Wa Inna Ilaihi Rajioon.

• See also: Rememberance of the Loved Ones and Life

PS: (written March 25, 2015 on fb)
Yesterday we lost our dear Mansoor Bhai, one of the saathis of this Hajj. Inna lillah e wa Inna Ilaihi rajioon. 

What a "har-dil-azeez shakhsiat" who would meet everyone with so much "apnaaiat" as if that person was closest to him. It was so sudden. We had met him a couple of days earlier at a Nikah reception where he was in his natural jovial self, and the parting comment of his was an invitation for us to come for Umrah and have a good time. 
May Allah give him the best of abodes in the hereafter.

He was in Jeddah when we went for Hajj in 1996 with my father, mother, brother, sister, and Areff Bhai's family; Areff Bhai, his mother and Bhabhi [he was her brother], and of course our dear Rauf Mamoo and Momani. During that haj, he used to often drive down from Jeddah to meet us and gave us such a special VIP feeling. On certain days he would come even twice a day and meet our party. We stayed at his place in Jeddah for a couple of days and he took us shopping. Of an on, since then, he had been a regular visitor to Karachi. We enjoyed his company and remember the wonderful time at the farm when we had a jolly good time with his family. 

At his funeral, everyone was remembering the small things he did with care and consideration. The big things he did to support the needy were never mentioned by him and always executed with the left hand not knowing what the right hand giveth. 

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Sardar Mamoo-Reliance and Tawakal Ala Allah


Smoking and Childhood 


Recollection of an Unforgettable Recitation of Majaz's Nazr-e-Aligarh


Ethical Standards for writing Recommendation Letter: A Deputy Commissioner's refusal in 1943


Family Tree of Sadat e Nehtaur: A Case Study of Compilation of Social History


Edhi, Old Home and our Bari Bi


Rememberance of the Loved Ones and Life


Remembering East Pakistan: We look before and after, And pine for what is not


Computer Revolution and Moore's Law: A Personal Journey


Companions of Hajj: Dekh mera Zauq o Shauq (Yearning and Passion)


Pursuit of Excellence vs Guzara: How to teach excellence through everyday examples


Of Achars, Chutneys and Halwas: A Lifestyle Getting Lost Through Branding and Mass Production


Secret of Happiness: One Simple Rule


How Language Acquisition is Made Difficult for Children: Eight Lessons from an Urdu Acquisition Case Study


Of Jungles, Streams, Berries and Wild Pink Flowers: Costs of Commercialization of Islamabad


How to find "Buzurg" and "Wali" of Allah


How to Sprinkle Happiness Around You: Javed Bhai (Dr Zaeem Jafri) – A Jolly Good Fellow


Ansari Sb: Khawjgan e Chisht Ahle Bahisht


Rauf Mamoo - How to Make People Feel Special and Close

Family - Parental Counseling (6)



Smoking and Childhood 


Rememberance of the Loved Ones and Life


Pursuit of Excellence vs Guzara: How to teach excellence through everyday examples


Secret of Happiness: One Simple Rule


How Language Acquisition is Made Difficult for Children: Eight Lessons from an Urdu Acquisition Case Study


Which Field with Great Scope Should My Child Choose: There is always a room at the top

Family - Literature (1)



Recollection of an Unforgettable Recitation of Majaz's Nazr-e-Aligarh

Family - Leadership (3)



Ethical Standards for writing Recommendation Letter: A Deputy Commissioner's refusal in 1943


Secret of Happiness: One Simple Rule


How to find "Buzurg" and "Wali" of Allah

Family - History (2)



Family Tree of Sadat e Nehtaur: A Case Study of Compilation of Social History


Remembering East Pakistan: We look before and after, And pine for what is not

Family - Metaphysics of LifeStyles (1)



Edhi, Old Home and our Bari Bi

Family - At What Cost (4)



Rememberance of the Loved Ones and Life


Remembering East Pakistan: We look before and after, And pine for what is not


Of Achars, Chutneys and Halwas: A Lifestyle Getting Lost Through Branding and Mass Production


Of Jungles, Streams, Berries and Wild Pink Flowers: Costs of Commercialization of Islamabad

Family - Constitution (1)



Remembering East Pakistan: We look before and after, And pine for what is not

Family - IT (1)



Computer Revolution and Moore's Law: A Personal Journey

Family - PhD (2)



Computer Revolution and Moore's Law: A Personal Journey


Pursuit of Excellence vs Guzara: How to teach excellence through everyday examples

Family - Excellence (2)



Pursuit of Excellence vs Guzara: How to teach excellence through everyday examples


Which Field with Great Scope Should My Child Choose: There is always a room at the top

Family - Higher Education (2)



Pursuit of Excellence vs Guzara: How to teach excellence through everyday examples


Which Field with Great Scope Should My Child Choose: There is always a room at the top

Family - School Education (3)



Secret of Happiness: One Simple Rule


How Language Acquisition is Made Difficult for Children: Eight Lessons from an Urdu Acquisition Case Study


Which Field with Great Scope Should My Child Choose: There is always a room at the top

Family - Books (2)



How Language Acquisition is Made Difficult for Children: Eight Lessons from an Urdu Acquisition Case Study


How to find "Buzurg" and "Wali" of Allah

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How Language Acquisition is Made Difficult for Children: Eight Lessons from an Urdu Acquisition Case Study

Family - PBL (2)



How Language Acquisition is Made Difficult for Children: Eight Lessons from an Urdu Acquisition Case Study


Of Jungles, Streams, Berries and Wild Pink Flowers: Costs of Commercialization of Islamabad

Story of Mankind and the little bird on a mountain 100 miles high and wide

Last night I woke up at around 4am with this quote ringing in my ears.

I read this book long ago, during my school days in 1970s. The book made a great impression on me then. About the immensity of time, it's great expanse, our insignificance, and with all of our pomp and glory, our tiny speck of our effort. This quote has been with me since. But, last night, from some deep recess in my mind, some thing triggered this quote during my sleep.

At breakfast shared my approximate memory of the quote with my children. 

Found the exact quote from Google search,  now, and am sharing this. 

"High in the North in a land called Svithjod there is a mountain. It is a hundred miles long and a hundred miles high and once every thousand years a little bird comes to this mountain to sharpen its beak. When the mountain has thus been worn away a single day of eternity will have passed."

Hendrik Willem Van Loon, The Story of Mankind

https://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/3147738-the-story-of-mankind-world-history

Experience with Google Drive and Dropbox. Why you should junk all of them

I had several terabytes of data in several external drives, now.  This data relates to my research, my research papers, research data, students' reports and data, their thesis and other proposals, analysis, and surveys that I have conducted during my consultancy assignments and other assignments. These contain my personal insights and conclusions about various issues. It is invaluable primary data for my autobiographical notes in my blogpost Learning and Life. Some relate to data from my 5 years at IBA, some data is about my 12 years at KIET, some data is about my 8 years at IoBM, and some data is about my 6 years of ePatterns company, some data is about my experience and operations of L2L. There are my memos, notes, pics, and other reports. There are also my family photos of the last 30 years, over 5000 family documents and letters; there are scans and files containing their transcription. These documents date over a hundred years to mid 19th century. 

Who Owns Your Data?

Around four years ago I decided to put this on the cloud. First, I purchased DropBox and spent hundreds of hours uploading the data from my home computer hard disk around 500GB and another 500GB external drive. Later I found out that it was not a backup but it was a synchronous backup. That is, it instantaneously brought the repository to the same status as my hard disk. Little did I know that when my drive failed, or when I moved the data to another external drive, it will also wipe out my data from the drive. That was enough of a shock to me. It should have warned me that it was wiping out hundreds of my hours of loading time. OK, that was my mistake that I did not carefully review the features and understood the fine print. But, nevertheless it helped me to understand how the cloud appears to individual users

And I said goodbye to DropBox and moved to Google Drive. This time my idea was that I would get around 2TB of space, and I will move all my data from 4 external drives as well as my computer. I thought that once the data is there I could flexibly organize the data, remove the duplicates, order the files according to creation dates/last update dates, and will rearrange the overlapping data that I have backed up over the last decade. 

On Google Drive, it again took me several hundreds of hours of watching the slow upload to the cloud. As it was my personal data, I did not think that I would do it from a high-speed connection at my office. I thought I would be organizing the information at night while putting the upload on during the night. Little did I know that one has to watch the uploads continuously. Otherwise, it would simply give an error and exit. You will have to start once again from zero. There is no way to correct the error, and resume from where it stopped. This was exasperating. I thought OK, this is a one-time effort. Later I would be able to work easily from anywhere. 

Little did I know that eventually when I had uploaded all my data, it had totally hidden the creation date of my files as they existed on my hard drives. The dates visible were only the upload dates. This was impossible for me to organize. The dates were crucial for my data organization process. It told me where to put it and how to organize it. For example, I have pics from my mobiles, cameras, and from other mobiles of my family members. How do organize them if they all have the same upload date? 

The other problem was searching for particular information. It was again impossible. The search is designed by Google for what it wants to show you. It is not designed for you to organize the data into categories, and folders hierarchically and chronologically. Google doesn't want you to organize your information your way. It wants to organize the information as it deems fit. It was impossible to copy a large number of files from one folder to another. It was painfully slow and also very inconvenient to move around. The view simply would refresh to the top, forcing you to scroll down to where you were working. It is impossible to work in which Drive folders if there are a couple of hundred or more files in your folders and you want to merge, organize, collate, move, copy, or remove multiple copies. Work that you can complete and do in a few hours on your hard drive will take you forever on google drive. 

Getting the data downloaded from Google cloud was an experience that taught me that google is saying, hay! guy you don't own the data. I own the data. I will tell you how you can download it. It has made the process so difficult that I would rather do the reorganization again from my external drives rather than download the data from Google. 

I have come to the conclusion that it is better to use an open source repository of the type used by museums and libraries that are designed to keep the data for a long long time. You can't rely on these for-profit, fly-by-night operations that can change the algorithm at any time, and remove permissions from your data assets as and when they want. They may be good for a few years for storing information through high-speed networks. But, they are not for the data that you own.  Irrespective of what they claim, they only have to make it tediously slow certain features to make you wrench your hair in distress. They simply tell you who is the boss. This is the same way the data that you store on google Blogspot and Facebook is not yours. You are not entitled to access your data and tweak it the way you want it to be shown. Yes, you can do it if you have expensive programmers. But, they make sure that you can't use this option because they keep on changing the APIs and their permissions. There are always a step ahead of you. 

Don't believe what they say. It is colonization of your personal space. 

Cloud Security – Who Owns The Data?
https://www.bbconsult.co.uk/blog/cloud-security-who-owns-the-data

Who Owns Your Data?
https://medium.com/nerd-for-tech/why-owns-your-data-5f1cdadff84

Change Management and Change Agents

There are two types of turnaround/change leadership. First is the one in which you are a chief executive and you simply have to bring about the change down the hierarchy. The second type of turnaround/change management is the one in which you are not the chief executive and you need to bring the change/turnaround down the hierarchy as well as up the hierarchy. I have been involved in both the capacities. In the second type of turnaround/change management it takes at least two to three years to bring about a cultural change. Change is not only about hiring or firing,  which has its own side effects and repercussions, if not handled delicately. The real change is brought about your carefully chosen change agents and enabling them to post "small wins"  (low hanging fruits) for which all credit is given to them. You may lose unintended more valuable change agents by crude hirings and firings. The more difficult change is overhauling  processes and business process re-engineering. This requires attention to detail and ability to drill down and peep into the future realization of processes. Cultural change requires developing and empowering "change agents". The change is  communicated by your personal example and more potently through the example and communications of the change agents......

Generation Inspired by Khairis and Aligarh: Ahsan Hyder and his German and French Teacher Abdul Sattar Khairi

Abdus Sattar Kheiri was my father's teacher at Aligarh during 1934-35. Khairi along with his brother in 1917 had proposed the idea of Muslim state in British India. Attached is the recommendation that A. Sattar Kheiri wrote for my father Ahsan Hyder in 1939. During its transcription, I discovered several interesting links. My father had a deep respect for his teacher from whom he studied German (and French) at Aligarh University during 1934-35. He had preserved the book from which he studied German at that time, which appears to be supplemental text. It is still with me. Abdul Sattar Kheiri must have acquired his German and French language skills during his stay in Europe. He had a German wife, Mrs. Fatima Kheiri. He died in 1944. However, when my father after retirement returned back to Karachi in 1980, he found that Kheiri's German wife was old and living in PECHS. He would sometime visit Mrs. Fatima Kheiri for some verification of facts of the history of pre-partition times. She died in the late 1990s.

From 1913 to June 1917 five proposals came out about India's constitutional and administrative future but in September 1917 the two Kheiri Brothers, Abdul Jabbar Kheiri and Abdul Sattar Kheiri, played a prominent role in advancing the idea of a Muslim state in India.

[Some descendants of Khairis need to write detailed biographies. Pity I couldn't find an article on him on Wikipedia. Can someone put his picture in the comments below? I will copy and paste it here in this post]

Abdul Sattar Kheiri's Recommendation for Ahsan Hyder

MQM and Political engineering. Timeline

MQM served Establishment interests since 1980s through
(1) sustained Karachi violence: bhatta,  parchi, street crimes, gang wars, target killings,...
(2) creating political instability by becoming part of political engineering at the federal level
(3) creating conditions for flight of Karachi's capital to upcountry,
(4) encouraging flight of intelligentia and brain drain from Karachi,
(5) making Karachites notorious for their violence n crimes. Throwing fame of Karachites as studious intellectuals in the dustbin of history through cheating mafias.
(6) Pushing Karachi behind Lahore by 20 years by destroying the infrastructure for trade, schools, markets,...
Establishment created and promoted AH as counter weight to MRD n JI in 1980s, created haqiqi in 1990s, gang wars of lyari in 2000s, breakup in 2010s by minus AH,  created PSP,  MQM-P,  MQM-PIB,  MQM-Bahadurabad....

Closing of MQM chapter in Pakistan’s politics

• The MQM had been the flagbearer of Mohajir nationalism in Pakistan since the party’s founding in 1984 until 2016.