Enter the world of Buitems…











Gora shayestay injelai pashaymana ba say….

After a long time , my heart tells me to write. And i feel weird to know that i dont know what to write about. Either the miseries that i am going through in this institute because of the people i am among. Or either because i am not lucky to find friends trust worthy enough. Or perhaps i was the faulty one. i want to get myself back in the flexible life without the indulgence and advice of any person.  I miss my college friends. I miss the places i have been with them. And i miss my stupidities. Sometimes its soo good to be stupid.

My studies would go very well if i concentrate on the remaining 14 days. Yes only 14 days left for exams and i think if i dont waste my time i could go well in it.

I thought i would write about buitems and stuff that goes on there. Currently there have been alot of seminars and competition among which the girls debators  got the place of male debators this time. And i have hardly mentioned any word about Buitems activities. This blog has gone a lil more personal than i thought . I wanted to give a personal touch to what has been going on in the institute i enter everyday rather talking about whats going on with me!. But since i feel more relaxed in posting about myself , i know i am probably boring my readers.

Feel free to tell me about anything going on in buitems these days, Because i am lost in my own world these days . And this time! not in a messed up room with some old tea cups but, with my pen and some A4 size pages for making notes…..

Nur badi ushki malghalari nawi, naz badi hum suk nazawalai nasi



 

 

 

From left Mr raheel from the working staff, Sir ahmed shah dean S.S, sir zeeshan management teacher, and Sports teacher Sir masood kasi

From left Mr raheel from the working staff, Sir ahmed shah dean S.S, sir zeeshan management teacher, and Sports teacher Sir masood kasi

I thought alot, about the comments i am having from my readers particularly the prominents one like umair, talha and shamshir who r my regular readers and my other friends who doesnt want me to delete or leave this blog. They say ! i have my own way of telling what my life in buitems is about. And they are not wrong at any point in this concern . I do love my blog. I do appreciate umair for hacking my blogspot blog to find chipkali of city campus, well! offcourse he hasnt yet found her but a big hand to his effort . i am impressed from his smartness.

Moreover,  i was going through great frustration and emotional traumas that led to my last entry of leaving the blog forever. Alot of people knows about my blog now . And i had already declared to everyone that if my blog become public with my real identity I WILL STOP BEING CHIPKALI ANYMORE .To many people, those who knows my blog,  it is just me ! an ordinary person who BLOGSSS…To other i do have an importance of what i write about. how i present it and why . I like criticism . It motivates me and makes me more competitive in nature. I know i am a bad blogger but atleast something is better than nothing. 

So i am back !  Or i should say CHIPKALI is back ! with a lil more enthusiasm, lil more creative about what more to do with this silly blog with a silly name of chipkali!  . I thought of changing this name  but i doesnt seems soo bad ! it suites me  lolz.  It honestly does…..

So back to my life in buitems, there happened to be alot of things in university some seminars and competitions, a visit to takatu,  twice a look at umair who didnt knew chipkalis watching him . Asurprising rumour of knowing that city campus might get totally shifted to takatu except biotech department in its new building that will be for the management, social sciences and economics departments .  I hope it true since i love the vastness and openess of takatu and the isolation will have me more concentrated towards my studies. Moreover it too big for boys to follow girls everywhere as that in city campus where one can find anyone easily. And what benefits me most is that teacher wont be able to caught me when i bunk my classes. The bad part comes for the girls who has to have more sunblocks and fair n lovely creams to protect themselves from the burning sunlight, since takatu campus is huge and they havent managed yet a rickshaw or tangaywala to carry us from the classes to the bluechip lab , expo centre and canteen. It benefit them at this same point that boys would have to squeeze there crushes on girls after they see their faces resulting from this bad heat.  I dont blame any boy if they got fainted after seeing the falling kajal in their eyes which would make them look like more of a  witch than a princess. And yeah ! i am not defending because i too might be one of these lolz. 

More to say about whats happening but thats enough for tonights entry. 

 

Some of the old pics of our ex-vc choudhary sahab!

Some of the old pics of our ex-vc choudhary sahab!



{May 21, 2009}   Bye bye Chipkali…

Leaving the blog in the memory of a friend  who found me through this blog…

 

I might not write anymore . It could be just for a few days or for this semester or maybe i probably stop writting at all or perhaps i delete my blog aswell.  I dont know. All i know is that  currently I DONT HAVE THE STRENGTH TO BE CHIPKALI ANYMORE….

 

Chipkali ….(never thinking of being the only female blogger of quetta again)

signing off….



{April 8, 2009}   Yet again TALHA MASUD…

Dancing in the cliquey world

 

By Talha Masud

 

“Sir when there is no proof of embezzlement, why are those false paragraphs on my Audit report”? Inquired my father; from Mr. Ahmed Khan Lashari, the audit officer. It was August, 2002.”Sir jee! Sirf duaaun se kaam nahi chalta, aap 80,000 arrange karlen sab saaf kardengay”, Wryly smiling on my father’s question and I watched him with a strange eye though the matter was not that strange for him.

 

Soon after my Intermediate, I without in the knowledge of my elders appeared for a post in a paramilitary organization. Despite being on the top slot on the merit list, a referral of a Senator from sindh took my place and the Chairman declared his helplessness in a very defensive way. I only could afford a grin on my face in response.

 

This occurrence is what almost all of our youth goes through in the hot pursuit of their Careers or professional studies. Referral of influential persons or having some good amount in kitty to compete the meritorious individuals and ending up on a step above than them is a pattern, well pronounced. It is not considered a pity thing to pay huge sums of money as per the nature and reach of the employment for almost all of the non-commissioned or departmental exams to fill in the vacant posts from the masses. Sometimes the jobs are advertised just to fill the files’ stomach and the pre-selection is taken after the list goes through the Chief Minister’s table or if the Governor has to annex a letter from his behalf to somebody’s interest. On the lower levels, the telephone calls from high officials would work a great deal and if again someone is unable to approach any biggie, than as a last resort, has to pay a fixed amount for a job to make sure that the selection is made transparent in terms of corruption.

 

In the Public Service Commission, it is a very upright method until the written examinations and without being sarcastic helps the actual merit to propel upfront. On the interviews, the coin of the candidate with good referees sparks doubtlessly with some meritorious students who get selected just because they have cleared the exams with flying colors and are compelled to be baptized as the fittest. This encourages me at least but not those who also deserve to be there in the makings for sure. CSS examinations can be trusted to an extent to be corruption free because of the fool-proof selection procedure.

 

This world of competition requires the fittest for sure to stay survived. In private organizations, the fittest survives without a second thought. The asking time not only requires a person to be skilled, but mentally strong and smart enough to tackle with the fluctuations of the work. The moment you get slackened, many others are ready to take your position. This proficiency can be achieved provided a person loves his work and knows to value it. Still in the induction process, there is much X factor which can be bulls-eye in your interest. But again in my last workplace, if I weren’t the known guy of the Human Resource Development Manager, my quick promotion would not be possible.

 

In Pakistan, one has to bear in mind that in any path of his/her life, he/she would be seriously mistreated. What message I want to get interpreted here that there is always a seat of merit for all of you. Yes, for all of you. If the searching of our scruples about our destination is cleared in our minds, then a ritual failure should never distress us. Corruption has a limit too. Though the “Sifarishis” have very good chances to make that but still they can never meet the standard of a deserving candidate. And being very positive, they (organization) want you to serve them if you are competent and once you make your own place, then you are there to develop and progress in rather quick successions. It is only the matter of believing in you amidst the setbacks and strenuous struggle…




{March 29, 2009}   IN and OUT of BUITEMS…

 

City campus left side lawn from the roof...

City campus left side lawn from the roof...

 

 

Hello everyone! i know i am asusually late at having new entries and i declare that i have gone really really lazy in this case. I have been trying to upload convocation video but because they r above 100mb i take too much time for uploading it and even sometimes it doesnt upload completely. So m sorry guys i am unable to upload any video of convocation here and i cant promise about the pics aswell .  Since i dont have much of them right now. 

Buitems or still buitms to many dumb guys , is going well these days. I am busy having family gatherings and in the uni wid my friends and daily classes. This semester result was much better then the last one. I am tired , i have a work load of both my home and uni and these new mathematical subjects i am having in this semester are also giving me a tough time.  There are alot of planning for this year that will effect my next year aswell. I have to work hard , far too much than i ever had.  I read a line in one of our theoretical subjects that just felt really touchy to me . It stated that  ”Man’s success or failure are result of his own efforts”. And i think newtons 3rd law of action and reaction can be compared with this statment. Its such a simple line but it changed alot of things in me. I was already much of an introvert individual  and keeping this simple statement in concern i felt i have to change alot more than what i am today. I am feeling too self-motivated this time. Lil more powerful and authoritative feeling gives me more strength for a good future. Its sort of like cause and effect in ur life. What u do and what it will give you in return .And they say “expect worse” , I am expecting the same from others but not from myself anymore…

At an age from 16 to 20 we think we can conquer the world, become the hero of everyone and get fame too easily because we r destined to be soo. And probably everyone with the passage of time finds that what a dumb head they once were. Being chipkali i too once thought like that. The heroine in every siatuation. But offcourse  not anymore. In such a saffocated  society where i never accepted to live, being the center point is like being center gossip of everyone and i am sure no gal would like to be so.  I have leanred alot from Buitems…..

Offtopic but they are some cute newbies  wandering in the uni these days. Welcome to BUITEMS guys. Come inside and leme show u the place where u first would love to and get excited about everythg around you but soon that charm will be no more. Yeah i know when u will passed out , i cant regret u wont miss this place but one things for sure for the girls, u have to sacrifice alot of things if u want to stay here. So prepare urselves before u regret at what u do here. …

Chipkali…..(Welcoming the newbies )

Signing out…

 

VC's home , now used as offices for uni admin faculty

VC's home , now used as offices for uni admin faculty



Thsi is one such such video that i like too much and thanks to the student who edited it and uploaded it in youtube. I don tknow who the person  is but the guy seems creative to me. So thanks again . And here it is , titled as

” Is there a ghost in buitems or not?”

 

I guess there isnt.Becoz probably all the ghosts are gone home hahaha…



 

I have found this very strange habit in me. That everytime when i am really sad, dissapointed and frustrated just because there are things not in my hand, i write . Moreover all my early diaries either in the internet in the form of blogs that i made and deleted or in hardcopy forms like journals and other pretty paged diaries have mostly the dissapointed moments of my life. Probably because i know no one can solve them or perhaps none can understand me. Tonight yet again have i been gone through some dissapointing situations. A situation which is not in my control and is something i cant blame myself for it. I know i am wrong at some part but not all . Never.  Or maybe i am lying to myself. I am wrong bu ti am not dishonest. One part in me tells me i shouldleave  all the world and live my lonely life because it has never disturbed me as much as the one where i am among mates and family. And the other part tells me i should not run away and clear everything before things get more worse. Because i shouldnt be afraid if i am not wrong. 

My yellow mug with green tea has been kept on my study table  for 2 hours .And i still dont wish to move it. I am looking at things under my table lambs light, giving a self motivation that there is no need to have teary eyes. Things will setlle down soon and everything will be alright . But i have lost at the point having my tears turning down to my cheeks just because i cant regret the that i am women who has to take care of every single step before i decide something to do . My hyper sensitivity itself is killing me internally and here i give up. I tell myself  ”Stop!, its not in ur hand anymore, leave the rest on Allah”. But that reliefs me either.

The best thing  i would like to suggest to every person living in quetta. Since i have spent all my life in here and i can only conclude that either u have to indulge urself totally as a social person which makes alot of people dependent on you becaus eof ur strong position in society especailly when u have a little money aswell. Or  u should remain a lonely person with a limited company so that u will be away from alot of issues. I prefer the second one. Being alone is better then hurting urself by others. I am hurt and broke and dissapointed from alot of people in my life . And they have made me learn alot of things that will never make me commit such mistakes again…Gora shayestay injelai pashaymana basay…..

Running away from Quetta was the best option in these vacations but there were some problems for which i had to stay . One of main  were that i was a girl and i couldnt go alone.  So you see ! even here chipkali has to sacrifice her enjoyment just becoz of her gender. Being a girl sucks. and its sucks more when ur very sensitive and conservative in nature. So it sucks to be me. 

I cant regret the fact that i enjoyed my vacation in the form od shopping and spending my days at cousins and grandparents. Alot of friends were angry when they saw a no response from my side becoz i was having a  ” GASHT ” of alot of places  lolz . I didnt missed buitems even once. I knew i never want to leave buitems but i never missed it either . So This makes me say

” I HATE YOU BUITEMS BUT I STILL CANT STOP COMING  BACK TO YOU.”  (Walaka choray! degree lay kar hi jaoogi! )

Takatu campus project competition last year 2008

Takatu campus project competition last year 2008

 


 



{February 20, 2009}   Hectic life even without buitems

 

 

I love the sympathetic manner of Sir kadeem kakar , our deputy registrar, being among these childrens in ziarat,he probably would have realised how painful it is to sleep without a roof above ur family

I love the sympathetic manner of Sir kadeem kakar , our deputy registrar, being among these childrens in ziarat,he probably would have realised how painful it is to sleep without a roof above ur family

My papers ended up good and i am having vacations of one month now. I never knew life could ever be that busy even without buitems. All i am upto is shopping and roaming around ,having family gatherings and picnics. And thats what i really call a vacation. I hope i dont get bored easily. Infact day after tomorow again i would be going someplace out of Quetta. All those books i took to read are left unread and i can hardly find time for it.  I am trying to take out time to upload some convocation videos and pics here for long but there seems some problem in uploading these videos . i am sure my readers will enjoy it .

I miss buitems. Not because it gave me bitter memories. But because it did made me learn alot of things i would never have learned anywhere else. I miss this institute because it really does plays a big role in my life now. it gave me the ability of think of an achieved future. Really i do feel so. I am upto many things the coming year and i have to prepare for it this year. May Allah give me this strength. Someday i too will be graduate degree holder. And u know what ! May be line me khari hu gi clerk ki nukari kay liye hahaha. 

i honestly dont have much to say about buitems these days. And i am busy in my own life . Which i know wont interest you if i talk about it. Leeme try uploading some convocation videos and pics and then i will have much fun talking about it. and i am sure u will love my comentary.

chipkali…(Planning to kill one of my classmates)

signing off… 

 

The whole ziarat earthquake team

The whole ziarat earthquake team



 

The very basic Islam for Women

 By Talha Masud

I was on cloud nine, when I managed to store something in the back of my head against the prevailing tumult I always witness against Islam. I always objected that Islam should not be misapprehended just by its followers whom, by having the best religion as their identity, never even tried to act upon it as an en masse. They are frustrated. Indeed they are, as Islam for them is left only about the things they know superficially. Maltreatment of women is the most important finger pointing posed against Islam with its extreme approach.

Woman’s natural role attributed to her by nature, the role of bearing, raising mankind and building through her ways and traditions, a befitting world-order for man, can never be torn away from her. That is the crucial role which she only can fulfill. Upon that role hangs not only  her very womanhood but the destiny of civilizations. It was destined that she who is wronged so cruelly, who is physically weak yet spiritually strong, should be empowered by the creator to transform man into the desired mould through the influence of her motherhood. 

It is a stigma and a shame for the entire human race if woman is compelled to remind society of her rights. She must no longer look askance to others for her due rights. That is a thing of a past. She must not demand her rightful status. That too is a withering trend. Once again, she must prove that the Pardah or Hejab is no hindrance in a woman’s progress. No job on earth is beyond the reach of a Pardah-observing woman. It is the time for the Muslim woman to stop judging herself by Alien standards. As far as woman is concerned, it cannot be denied that in the present-day society, despite endless women’s liberation organizations and movements, she is the most oppressed, the most suppressed, the most subjugated person on earth in general. Her problems are acute. Every culture has made woman dance, dance to its sub-human’s, humiliating tunes. Ironically, it is men who have always defined women’s problems and their solutions, More often than not, these posers of women which reach public notice only after being censored by males, are often tailored up falsely and seen through biased vision. Sadly enough, the distorted version of Islam which is practiced today by Muslims is thought to be real Islam. People quote examples of contemporary Islamic activists of being so confined when it comes to dealing with their women, if the same is happening under the shadow of the man-defined course of any Nation’s rules, they have complete silence over this, because they are as proud of their culture as any Islamic extremist is, of his frame of mind.

veiled women of afghanistan...its caled shuttle cock hijab in our area

veiled women of afghanistan...its caled shuttle cock hijab in our area

The Muslim community has itself to blame for the abysmal fall of Muslim women. Is it not a fact that even elementary education is denied to Muslim girls whereas the Prophet held the attainment of education to be compulsory for men and women alike? Is it not true that Muslim girls are often not consulted in the matter of their marriage and not even allowed to see the future life-partner whereas the Prophet has permitted that a man intending to marry a girl may see her? Islam grants her the liberty to demand a separate residence for herself if she is not comfortable living combined, which is one of the main problems in that context. Is it not true that even wealthy families expect their wives and girls to play a dumb role whereas Islam grants them total right of freedom of expression?

I (writer) don’t want to present a scholastic philosophy here, neither I am capable of doing it. I myself am ashamed of being a bad Muslim. I do not pray punctually or perform minute liabilities of my religion, which are not a hurdle in my day-to day life. But what I do is to think. Think about those who always have to blame Islam by taking instances of the fake Muslims. It took very long for me to understand that the effectiveness of Islamic law in every detail makes it more practicable and superior and relevant to the problems of every age, because the problems remain the same in every age. Only their texture change. 

I don’t want to dwell into the details of the so-called ostentatious claims of the west or the people amongst us, having solid theories against pathetic (according to them) Islamic restrictions for women to prevent themselves from stepping out of their doors, flying in colors in their studies, ensuing to their aims, dreams, ambitions and aspirations pertaining their career selection and growth with the precautionary measures prescribed by Islam, that never dislodge women from their areas of specialization. On the contrary, not on the executive front, in western freedom, women in clerical, typing and junior jobs are pressured to go to bed to secure jobs. Silent conditions for employment say, ‘No sex no job’ and ‘No sex no promotion’. Is that freedom and equality? It is the worst slavery of women and blackmail and a refined way of playing the same game with women as that in the field of prostitution.

According to a friend who helped me to get a vision before writing this article, “The misunderstandings regarding the women’s status and rights in Islam can only be dispelled by critical and direct study of the rights granted to her in Islam”. The study needs to be observed in full light with an open mind removed from pre-conceived prejudice.

 




 

Ahmed shah durrani in prize distribution ceremony

Ahmed shah durrani in prize distribution ceremony

In my view he can be an alternative to obama.  Not necessarily for economic stability of America but  atleast for his style lolz. This is Ahmed shah durrani the chair person of Social Sciences dept standing confidently during the speech. Probably one of the best picture among the other pictures of teachers i have. Thanks to the photographers cam and his at-the-spot photoshot. This picture will itself motivates me to stand on his place someday. Or maybe i am day dreaming. Yeah!!! i think i am . 

Offtopic, The way he responses to people, communicates and his demeanour totally impresses me of how a guy of Pishin turned to reach soo rapidly attacted with the people of  Quetta. i harldy know about this man but when i compare him with the people around than i think i would this prefer this man and a few more people including some other lecturer who a very impressive and attractive in there personalities.

Anyways Hello, hi and Salamailaikum after a long time to my readers. I was sort of like waiting for a good time to write an entry but then i felt tha every day seems to be another ordinary hectic day and since exams are close i am sure i wont be able to write anything else for the coming 2 weeks agian. So better posting and blogging then being called  a lazy daisy chipkali. I should honestly change my name to teetli from chipkali since i dont appear to be as fast as a CHIPKALI is but i am atleast slow and sweet like a teetli. (apnay mu miya meethu)

My mid exams were fine. I am getting good marks with no A’s at all yet i am having postion in the first 4. See how low our level is. I know i am studying bad and not just bad but worse still i turned out to be among the toppers of my class (Andhu may kara raja). I dont blame anyone at all this time (except of one teacher )because i know its all my fault and i dont have to make myself innocent to be called and victim , accusing the teachers and management of university. I know very well what i am doing and how much time do i give to my studies  ,hardly an hour in a day which probably makes me realise that i dont deserve to be among the toppers. “Jhootay pernay chaiye mujay ! “….

 

Dekho meray tuhfay! Saab meray liye! lolz.Its for All the winners and deservers

Dekho meray tuhfay! Saab meray liye! lolz.Its for All the winners and deservers

 

 

 



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