Ye dosti hum nahi churaingay!!! Sir arbab naseebullah, Nabeel and Bilal

Its 3:00 a.m and i cant sleep ! But thats not that bad part. The things thats seems disturbing is that after 6 hours i would i having my steps towards a place where i dont wana go yet i have to and thats BUITEMS. But i dont hate this institute anymore. Infact i think i will miss being in it someday. or maybe i get to come back again like  miss tayaba or sir arbab naseebullah kasi and many others did. And probably they dont regret coming back again to this place. Offcourse they prefered this place more than anyother and thats why they choose to live here. From the graduation of this arbab teacher to a job level ( u can see in the pictures above)Buitems did came to be a part of their life now and  Whatever the reason , this place gives alot of memories to you and the more u live here, the more it will show you new things to see hear and learn. Even an idiot like me learned alot from it.

Convocation day and Arbab naseebullah kasi

Apart from talking about the memories of buitems we r again asusual going to have some freshers whose gona be having heir fresh experiences in this place. I m one of the first to get them teased but nah!!! i cant . Why making someone as the  same victim of what i suffered in the first days. Dman! i dont wana remember them. Anyways , even that is a cherishing memory now.

Working on these pics take much time and my friends tell me why dont i study  rather wasting on this. And I just cant make them understand that i love talking to myself through these words.

chip….(looking at the watch which has its needle at 4:10 )

is signing out…

My favourite picture !!! Sir ahmed shah having a chill with these kids after giving Aid to the people

VC guard in takatu

Eid mubarak to all my readers and non-readers lolz. Eid was boring, i slept all day and woke up at evening when my cousins came . This is the only day when i compell my cousins to give me eidi. Any of my readers wants to give me eidi , feel free to comment me because i say no to gifts and other stuff but always a YES to eidi! …. EIDI DAY DU ! EIDI DAY DU ! lolz….

Like ramzan, holidays too are going to end now. Exactly after a week the regular classes are going to start but dont think that i m soo obedient to sit in the class for the first day . I probably would be going in the first week of October. Although I am not so yearning to see that same old building that i have been seeing for 3 years now yet i like to go the university and desire to study study as soon as possible. I have made alot of plans for future and i hope my mother doesnt break them by tieing me up with a man who gona be my lifetime partner ! . Ah well! i will use the  this same old dialogue “U NEVER KNOW WHAT LIFE MAKES YOU DO AT THE VERY NEXT MOMENT”…

Hey i am out of duty ...(A takatu campus guard)

(Observe where r his shoes, socks, belt and the style of sitting )

People read me , even those whom i dont expect. many are trying to find me. Many are waiting to cause some harm through some way by revealing my identity. Some are confused about i as a girl or boy .Others are neutral, netiher interested to read nor to know who i am and these are the best people for me. i write not because i want someone to read but because i want myself to write something what i feel, what i want to describe both in a bad or good way and thats the way i am. I dont wana change because i want to attract someone reading me but because i want to tell who and how i am ! if it makes me good or bad who cares! and even if i do , Chipkali doesnt. For she is someone who loves to e in her own world whereas me ! is someone who saves herself all the time fromhe self centered and jealous students of the uni . Sometimes i feel like as if they r waiting to see something wrong to enjoy and gossip about ! and believe me to much extent it is true.  I feel so sympathic about these girls who day-dream only and not just of our uni but all around .

Being a girl sometimes gets really really tough on me particularly where i am living and studying. But other times i am happy with what i am and what i have which is probably much more then what girls get here. And its not just about materials only, its about the rights aswell.

The entry is getting longer and longer and i think i should stop writing now…

Taataa

Chipkali ( hearing her mom calling her to watch the eid program! m coming mom )

Sigining out….

Buitems ka chikna student !

The History Behind Chipkali…

Halls of takatu ...

Ramzan is going well ! Best at the point when u get to stay awake all night with doing all the stuff u always love to do like  reading, study, work on ur blogs,  writing pashtu etc… And the best part is that u dont have wake up for uni  in the morning and sleeping till noon ahh!!! lovely holidays.

Offtopic, but the comments i got from my readers made me realise that even this silly name suites with whatever i write in this blog. I dont write much i know but when i do , I WRITE LIKE CHIPKALI , which gives me no reason to change the name.

The following post is the response to one of my readers question of ” Why i gave the name Chipkali to this blog , Is there Any history behind it ? ….

I started working out with this blogging stuff way before i was in this Institute. I felt that my personal diaries werent enough helpful to keep my feelings in a safe place and being in accquaintence with the internet world i came up this blogging thing by just searching and browsing on the internet. I begin with making and breaking many online journals and diaries in different websites and when i came to this institute facing alot of difficulties in finding who to trust so to share  with what i felt about this “hell” kind of place, which it was for me at that time and no anymore offcourse and i found noone at that time ( i do have them now). So i thought why not writing ! as an anonymous person. I started finding blogs of buitems students and believe me ! i hardly found any at all. It  was strange to know that all the takatu campus students both the passed out and he undergraduates had made or wrote  NOTHING about buitems on the internet except for some pictures only. So i made a blog in this wordpress which was new to me at that time. I didnt liked it because it has options that seems difficult to utilize at first but now i realise how safe and secure it is since its never been hacked unlike my www.buitemschipkali.tk blog which was hacked once by a takatu guy.

The name Chipkali is given to me by my friends with whom i have spent much of my life in BUITEMS.  We were teasing ,  giving  different names to eachother and this name CHIPKALI came out unintentionally from their mouth and as i said i do things which clicks my mind. This name clicked me when i was going to make my blog, giving an anonymous name to it. I, myself wanted to give it a silly , funny and humourous name and Moreover , i didnt wanted to show my reader with a girl or a boys name but  a name like this to make people confused , amused and sometimes, to make them laugh…

At First when i begin with the blog  without havig any name for  which was almost a year back, it was a shared blog. I was going to name it as “CHURAIL AND DRACULA” , whereas dracula was the other member who was going to help me in this blog. But things didnt went on as it was planned  and this blog remained abandoned for sometime when finally i began to start writing by myself only.  I felt better  with the name of chipkali then churail because atleast it seemed a lil sensible then churail . Besides i am not that bad at looks to call myself a churail lolz (apnay mu miya mithu). Aboveall i was thinking about the embarassment i could go through if someone found out about “ME” as “CHURAIL”  Lolz !

Dracula went out of the contribution in this blog although  i wanted that contibutor of mine to work on this blog because it  had more skill in the technical side than me yet things went on as it was destined to be and i found myself alone in handling this blog. Noone helped me nor encouraged me . Even my own friends never found any interest in what i was doing. So they didnt helped me either. U know ! Always the discouraging line of  ”Becareful , guys wont spare you if they found out that u post this blog”. They were right but atleast i wanted them to appreciate me in whatever i was doing. I had no intention of having a revenge or harming someone through this but I never found them saying ” I like ur entries”….

I dont blame anyone but only myself in this case. I made things that way they shouldnt have been and i know i am the accused. Dracula use to say ” I write and write and than i erase everything , thinking that it isnt enough good to be posted in the blog, i cant write the way i want to describe it”. I apologise to Dracula. So Neither this contributor  of mine shared what kind of life it spent in Takatu, yes takatu i wanted a contributor from takatu to share about both the lives going in both the campuses and  nor it ever had posted any entry about itself . With the passage of time , i wanted alot of contributors in this blog to write about Buitems and their experiences but soon i realised that its much better to write about what i felt in this place rather reading and listening to others and i am probably doing the same now.  The posts about talha masud are only pasted here when they are mailed to me. And it is not related to buitems but rather to general issues .  So i dont have much to write about takatu rather  city campus only. I got many comments from takatu campus administration and students who desired to read something about takatu and i had nothing to do but just to paste a few pics of it. What can i write about it if i dont get to know and see things by myself. Since its one of the rules of my blog to write about stuff what i have seen and know about and not just some silly rumours so i cant just write and say watever i want to.

So here am i , CHIPKALI ! THE FIRST BLOGGER OF BUITEMS.

Foot note: This entry is dedicated to churail and dracula…

Buitems football team in Jamshoro University

Many of my readers are against this name and they just dont like this CHIPKALI of buitems .

So Suggest me a name, A NEW NICK. If Possible i would surely change. But this name Chipkali is dear to me for thet reason that it has been given to me by my darling friends who immensely cares about me. And since i began blogging about buitems a year back , that time i had no name to think of but this, which seemed both silly and funny to me.

So suggest me a new nick….I will TRY, Yeah TRY to change if they seem to be better than CHIPKALI….

Signing out

Chip…..

I am getting my pics or i mean chipkali’s pics through my readers hahaha!! . Thanks to all of you its wonderful i love it.

A gift from My readers…..

Chipkali rangeeli.....

Idher tura style alag ha! lolz…

Bharakti hu Chipkali ! lolz

And yeah one of my First logos

Chipkali the first time !

My www.buitemschipkali.tk blog has a new layout now. Check it out. I think i m beginning to like my work lolzz….

www.buitemschipkali.tk . Its has the same posts as that in the wordpress.

It has the same entry posts as that in my wordpress. The difference is that i like having different beautiful layouts which the wordpress doesnt offers. Though i know wordpress is more safer and secure than blogger but u know! blogger gives u the facility of having any kind of layout u like to have…

regards

Chip…

Thats My logo and i love it...

I have been dying to get online to my wordpress blog and its having some login problem these days which at first gave me a doubt that Umair ajmal of takatu could have hacked my blog as he had already hacked my other blogspot blog of www.mybuitems.blogspot.com to find out the chipkali of buitems then i found that wordpress was having some problems in the login and that my pc windows were also corrupt.

I planned much of how to kill umair if  he really had hacked my blog , Infact i was even thinking of the weapons to use, A knife ! Nay that will take time. A gun ! Nay ! that makes too much noise. What about a Pistol ! Yeah thats appropriate.  But since i am logged in now. I m sparing his life lolzzzz. And let me tell everybody, that even if they hack my wordpress blog there is no way that they could ever find out who i am ! !!!!…..So ur wasting ur time guys….

Offtopic , but i have heard much about me , i mean chipkali these days. Many still doesnt know either i am a girl or boy! . Guys for God sake . “I am a girl …..GIRLLLL….LARRRKIIII…..PYARIII  SI  LARRKIIII”. I write about buitems because i sudy there and spend much of time wasting there. And i have found this good way of communicating and expressing myself through this blog. So am BLOGGING!!! . Some girls have been trying to find me . And they have been asking other girls about me. . But dont worry i wont reveal my identity ever . I honestly feel better anonymous. Many teachers too know me now. And i have found them appreciating me and my blog.  Acha! ab loog meri tareef kar rahay hay ! May hawa may uru kiya ?lolz

Afsoos! i cant tell who i am . And i wish i could….

So am back. And i missed my dear bloggy. I am not sure if i am able to get logged in again so dont blame me if i am late at poasting anything.

Chipkali..( Thinking what would be ppls response if they found out who i am?)

Signing out

A good pic and a good job selection from a buitems student. Its honestly one of my favourite university pics i have. The rickshaw organizer here is named as ZAHID NASAR

‘Let’s get this going’

By Talha Masud

I still remember those hot afternoons of June in Karachi when I, a fat eight year old kid repetitively tried to learn the mathematics tables on the huge balcony. The reason was that I was taught nothing in my school in interior Balochistan and was forcefully put in the coaching center in winter vacation; I felt that my Karachi tuition mates were far more ahead in giving answers to the tuition aunty.

Problems remained the same until my secondary classes. I discussed it with Mr. Faraz, one of the best teachers I had in my life and his answer was simple and convincing. “Talha! No one will listen to your pleas of not having good teachers or your miss-fortunes; in fact no one has time to listen to the causes of your failures. It’s you who has to run extra miles to grapple your problems in studies”. Since than, his words are tied in my mind and whenever I meet him, I think hard that what I have, to give this great man in return of changing my loser approach and all the times I had no conclusions.

A teacher is beyond an imagination of a simple person and is worth to be respected if he has transmitted any knowledge in you. The rewards teachers get in our society is unique: They get killed because they are teachers. Yes. I have come back to Quetta, the provincial capital of Balochistan, where many teachers having served more than twenty years are shot dead because they are teachers. Because they are the only science teachers and rest are confined to general and linguistic subjects. A teacher who teaches beyond the boundaries of ethnicity and religion deserves no condemnation when he losses his life as a reward of giving the thankless services of illuminating a torch of education. On some occasions, I tend to think that why they serve in a province where there is no dignity for them. Who gave them the right to come and serve in the educationally ignorant province? When in a province where they are not required and where generally, students believe that because the teachers are being paid, so they have the right to assault them. This, sadly, has to do with our culture now.

On a lighter note, when I have heard that students protested to allow ‘cheating’ in a reputable institution nearby my home, I could not believe that the illicit demands are so brazenly asked because there is no responsible authority to keep a check and balance on leftover educational institutions in Balochistan. Coming back to Quota system uproar, suppose there are reserved quota of seats, say, ten (maximum) for a district and there are twenty deserving candidates from the same district, where would they go? Is it a fair order to shove those in an open merit passage?

Watching a Picture of a topper of a department in University of Balochistan, whose eyes looked opened in sheer astonishment in the picture, had a funny comment from someone that “He himself is flabbergasted about his position” provided a good laughing stock but the only remedy I believe is setting us for broader competition. The complacency of belonging from any backward area is not acceptable in the sense of a competitive world. Why don’t we take the easy examples of the student of far flung northern areas, North West Frontier and FATA who in large numbers, establish themselves in Lahore in rental rooms, prepare for CSS and other competitive exams, do part time labor for bearing their study expenses and many of them go through as the record clearly states about the big ratio of village qualifiers in CSS results being there for a long time now. The practical example is seen in the libraries’ which open at 8:00 and I could see a crowd of the students waiting before the opening times and throwing their books on the library chairs to get their seats reserved for the next many hours. Most of them are the education seekers of remote areas all across Pakistan and we the people from Balochistan, are self-righteous enough to stay stagnant on political slogans. The results are self explanatory.

Our prosperity lies on our own build-up. For how long had we been crying of being deprived? We have to travel, migrate and acquire the longing for education if we are to make a difference in our homes, towns and cities. Surpassing from the process of a creditable future and outshining the better-fed and better-educated metropolis contenders would itself make us not believing on the outcries of limited opportunities as I cited my own preoccupation and mental fixation in the initial paragraphs. Being an inspirational figure of one’s family or tribe, one can better be the opinion leader of his youngsters who will not face the hard problems as he did but may be ending much better leading towards a real vision and success as a destination.

U know ! i too am really week in maths.

Mura saiya mu say bolay na

Ma lakh jatan kar hariiii……

Fuzon-khamaj

I pass by some friends as if i have never known them at all. And u would be surprised to read they were once  all that everything i had in my life. I dont have them now and when i miss them, atleast my old cups of tea on my study table and my books around, do give a backup to comfort me. More particularly, my music collection of pashtu , nashenas and obaidullah khandahari  has been my all time favourite in geting rid of such frustrating situations.

After having a tired day from Uni since i stood awake till 4 a.m and then sleeping just for 3 hours and going back again to uni for revision and finally having a question paper of JUST 5 questions which compelled me to fill JUST 3 sheets. But The paper went fine. Not as i always want it to be. Infact paper never go the way i want them to be. Probably because i expect more from myself. (Ziyada bol dia na !). So when i came home i browsed the web for a while since honestly speaking ! i feel like a web addict these days.

I know i hate uni but i do get to feel in love with it rarly. Also, i know i will miss all this stupid time even though its given me a hell lot of brutal and painful memories. There is a little time left now. And i just have to bear  lil more now. Then i hhave got some other plan to go for rather staying here. Or maybe u never know what time tells you ….

Holidays r coming! And i have planned NOthing. HOme and home chores! …thats what i think about . A lil shopping !U kow the girly thing. Thinking about the recent semesters good and bads. This semester went fine, a lil fluctuation did happened in the mid but then things went fine again.

Footnote: May Allah, fail and drop out all those guys from uni who thinks bad of mine, talks bad about me and tries to tease me. Amen….(laughing at my stupid thoughts)

CHIPKALI…(Wid very empty feelings these days)

signing out

Food festival buitems. Such bolo! It was like girls seeing mujra of guys !

I dont know what and which decision of mine motivated me to make this blog but onething is for sure about this blog and its that i am begining to stop writing much about buitems and more of myself only. And believe me ! its really satisfying……

In Buitems, I had the opportunity to meet alot of friends who betrayed me, Backbited and abused me. I met teachers who were more interested in their students physically then their intelligence. Offcourse this is an exceptional case. Its a fact thet majority of lecturers are very nice but as we know! there is some uncontrollable dirt that cant be cleaned up that easily. And then i met more friends, closer to my heart . I sacrificed for them no matter they believe me or not, i got tortured by them in return and then i left and the story ends here. few words to read but too brutal to go through.And then finally , i found someone ! someone far too better than any companion i ever had in my life. And that is loneliness. Being is better than being with these people. And probably this is the companion that changed my approach towards the life i was living among these people. i write stupid, i know. Atleast it does comforts me only!

There are soo many seminars going on these days. Thats the only things i have been noticing outside the auditorium. Not in a mood to discuss them right now.

I dont have any problem with what Qambar chakar did.  Its all this political uncertainity asusual. All i can do is hear, write a little either in their favour or against them and get few comments in return. But the thing is , i am a little fed up of the security system made in our university particularly after this  case. ID card ! ID card ! thats all i hear and  when i enter  the scaning machine TTTTOOOOOTTTT!!!!  which makes them say “Kiya hay bag ma”,check karwao” “Thats my keys and Usb ediot” (Ediot  dil may bola lolz). And i wish i could say ” i am only here to relief myself by killing this utopian , black gate keeper standing near to you and some more guys , after that i will leave happily, so can i keep the pistol please?”.

Exams are here ! And there is a fashion of these dialogues these days “Bas Dua Karna” or “Best of Luck”  . So wish me luck for my exams.

U know i feel totally different from last few days…..

Farewell Khayma...