Classified yet not so classified..

It all started on Wednesday, 27th July 2016, when i was working usually in the office where i used to work before and suddenly i came to know that the joining date had been announced on the website and that i had to report a week later, on Wednesday, 3rd August 2016. Finally, a nuclear power plant, my dream place where i had planned to be working since my intermediate. In such a short notice period i had to resign from SSGCL instantly, making the HR department mad, having the colleagues confused and astonished to leave them on the very next day. Many people told me against my decision including the SGM HR telling me that the place where i am going is not as charming as this corporate organization (which i realized it later after i actually got into the plant).

This is how life works, you meet people, make memories and then you move on. That didn’t prove to be a very bad decision of my life. It was a whole new experience, having people from all over the country with different style, accents, body languages, hair styles, “heads & eyes” and of course the “external” beauty (internal doesn’t matter anyway). I am not sure about the others (and who cares anyway because they say don’t let the behavior of others destroy your inner peace; just kidding) but i actually learned a whole lot and experienced so many different aspects of life. Hostel life, a new thing for me, turned out to be one of the best things. Never before i knew that people who have never been to a sea before in their lives, when they see it for the first time how they actually react to its vastness and enormousness with no boundaries, more lively and vigorous than how it is shown in the movies.

The whole year proved to be the finest of all the past academic years. Including group studies in the rooms, staying up late the night before exams, classroom training and the fear of TDs, on-job training and the long and harsh shifts (for chemical and electrical engineers; they paid for those cruel circuit diagrams and ruthless PIDs), of course the Chinese Language, late night games of badminton and volleyball, mess and the “quality” food, the beaches and the bazars and the museums and the long bike rides, rains, sea breezes, Ramadhan and suhoor and iftars, and then there were the mishaps, setbacks, misfortunes which, looking back now, don’t matter at all.

There’s so much else to it which can’t all be described in mere words, and that is gonna live with us forever. They say all those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain but our group will beg to differ. In short, life happened. In all its beauty, pleasures, contentments and delights. Life happened, classified yet not so classified..


A big brown bear

In an arm chair

Taking a nap

Accompanied by a hare

They owned a shop

Of computer hardware

Single storey room

With no stairs

Hare would say prayer

But bear ne’er

They had a friend, a fox

Who worked at a healthcare

Once visited with him

The Times Square

And lost their friend

Had no idea where

It was a happy

A euphoric pair

Living a prosperous life

Both were trillionaire

The society is always harsh

They weren’t aware

“Lets go out

We haven’t gone anywere

Since Glat the fox lost”

Said the Bear

So one day they visited

A fun fare

They got in way

Of a wheelchair

There was sitting

An outraged billionaire

Holding in his hand

Sharp and pointed earthenware

They poor guys were clueless

About any sort of warfare

So they got stabbed

Their blood swished in the air

This story has nothing to do

With any kind of affair

Keep your mind calm

To avoid wear and tear


Copied from anonymous source…

Intimacy is not who you let touch you.

Intimacy is who you tell at 3 am about your dreams and fear.

Intimacy is giving someone your attention, when ten other people are asking for it.

Intimacy is the person always in the back of your mind, no matter how distracted you are.

…mind your own business, at least.

Does it give you an immense pleasure when you backbite behind your friends and fellows? Do you savour gossiping around and spreading around rumors about people? Or talking about other people seems fun and a source or amusement and gratification?

You could discuss about the rising sun. You could discuss about stars.. About the northern star, Polaris, and about how people use it to navigate.

You could discuss about how you feel around certain groups of people, how their behavior makes you feel.

You could discuss about Knight in the shining armor even though there isn’t one.

You could discuss about cars. You could discuss about the gas fired airplane engines.

You could discuss about politics and how you feel about it.

You could discuss about crystals and pots and whether you want to try them.

You could discuss about the directions. You could discuss about your survival skills.

You could discuss about the Earth, mars, the Moon.

You could discuss about oil and other fossil fuels. You could discuss about your attitude towards the renewable energy.

You could discuss about the current elevating surge of inflation.

You could discuss about CPEC and its pros and cons.

You could discuss about your ideas and conclusions on Darwin’s Theory.

You could discuss about Trump and his promises and future plans.

You could discuss about motorway and the increased toll tax by 400%.

You could discuss about nature, calm sea, sea gulls flying with fishes in their beak, mountains, glaciers, deserts, platues.

You could discuss about Saladin, Tarek, Bin Qasim, Taimoor. You could discuss about the Mughals, Durrani, Tughlaq and Khilji.

You could discuss about life as long you are breathing cause life is too short to waste it discussing other people. And if you couldn’t, just¬†mind your own business¬†at least.

When your stomach gurgles..

When your stomach gurgles

You know you have eaten…

…an angry chicken…

…dead and frozen

It wanted to be served on a pizza

And not in that garlic…beaten

When your elbow itches

You remember the eve you got those scraches

Lit the candles

Burn all the matches..


Pray mend your bandages..

When you gather your inner self to write something

And you realize nothing ever makes sense

You sit by the beach…chillin’

And let your words spread…past the foreign waters.


Historical places are not only assets and a good source of tourism and income for the country but also promotes the culture and traditions that are still affecting this new generation. It is the duty of the concerned ministries or department to maintain and protect their heritage.

Few weeks ago I had a chance to wander around the city with few other batch mates and visit the bygone and ancient pre-partition buildings. Finally I got the time and enough motivation to write something about it.

Entrance to The Empress Market, Karachi

This old fashioned supermarket was constructed between 1884 and 1889 and was named to commemorate Queen Victoria, Empress of India. Today, it is amongst the most popular and busy places for shopping in Karachi and reflects as one of few historical places in Karachi.

The next destination was the fere hall but we stopped by the Quaid-e-Azam House, also known as “Flagstaff House”.

The front view of the Quaid-e-Azam House

This house was purchased by Muhammad Ali Jinnah, the Founder of Pakistan, few years before the partition. This house was used as his personal residence, along with his sister’s, til his death. In 1985, this building was acquired by the government of Pakistan to be used as museum, dedicated to Jinnah’s personal life.

A magnificent view of The Frere Hall

Frere Hall is located at a distance of few meters from the Flagship House and is one of the remnant buildings of the British Colonial era that still exists in Karachi, Pakistan. Built in the honor of Sir Henry Bartle Edward Frere and after his death, served as an art museum for paintings and books from the British Colonial era. It is still open for the public and includes the aesthetic and artistic master pieces of Sadequain. Frere Hall is an attractive spot for the tourists due to its notable and gorgeous architecture.

The next and the last stop was The Mohatta Palace.

Probably few of the places where you will find the Greek, Roman and Indian statues. It was built in the posh seaside locale of Clifton by Shivratan Chandratan Mohatta, a Hindu businessman as his summer home. Mohatta left Karachi after the partition and so this palace was acquired by the government of Pakistan to house the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in 1947. Fatima Jinnah, the sister of Muhammad Ali Jinnah, moved into it in 1964. In 1995 it was purchased by the Government of Sindh to be served as a museum devoted to the arts of Pakistan.

This was a one-day trip but I am hoping to visit other historical places too in the coming. And let’s hope I get to post them as soon as possible =p