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 !

‘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 !

 

 

 

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!

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…