How to Party It Up in Karachi on Less Than Rs. 100 a Day

So, you want to party, but have no friends? You want to go to a dance amidst strobing lights and loud music, but are never invited to any of such parties? You want to attend Club Nights, Bollywood Nights, Pay-Us-Rs. 5,000-Per-Couple-To-Watch-Other-People-Watch-You-Dance Nights, but cannot afford to go to such venues?

Well, worry not. I have the perfect solution for you. All you need is a vehicle - any kind will do, a walkman/discman/mp3 player/radio, and earphones. Just take your car/taxi/motorcycle/cycle/van/truck/bus/rick shaw/taanga/gadha gaaree and take a ride on to Shahra-e-Faisal. Find one of the new cop-cars that they have slowly patrolling on the road with their continuously flashing blue and red lights, wear your headphones, put the music of your choice, and just follow these cars around. For some odd and no apparent reason, these cop cars are determined to roam the streets with their lights turned on and flashing - ALL THE TIME. They think that they must use these lights all the time, no matter what, and no matter where they are going with a total disregard for patients of epilepsy falling, twitching, shuddering, and seizing up all around them.

Might as well use these lights for some good and party it up behind them.

So How Big is Your Generator Anyway?

I was sitting at one of my friend’s house the other night and he had some people over whom I was meeting for the first time. As it happened, the electricity went out a couple of times and we were all left in an awkward darkness for a few seconds in between the time the lights went off until it took my friend’s chawkidaar to turn the generator on. I found my friend embarrassingly apologizing to the group for not being able to run the a/c on the generator because “there was something wrong with the generator and it was not running on full power at the time otherwise it really has enough juice to run even two a/c’s at a time, etc.” This sparked a conversation about what kind of a generator everyone had and how powerful it was. As the conversation progressed, I found myself growing increasingly conscious about the size of my generator because every one there were talking about their high-powered-automatic generators as if they were talking about owning some sort of a Italian designer suit or sports car, or both. The thing I realized was that generators, like cars and cell phones, have become not only a necessity but also another status symbol and items for showing off among the pretentious population of Karachi.

You would think that I would be extremely glad and content to have a small 4.2 kVA generator that can run all the fans in my house, all the lights, and perhaps the TV and maybe a fridge if I am careful and use only a few lights. It’s a bit loud when it runs and it’s the kind where you have to pull on a chain in order to start it. Also, I have to turn off my deep freezer, a/c’s, and all other heavy appliances in my house before I can turn the generator on as it cannot support so much load. I am living alone these days and I don’t have a chawkidaar so I am the one who has to get up and turn off the appliances before turning the generator on every time the electricity fails. And then I have to stay near my living room so that I can hear the sweet and wonderful bell that rings (music to my ears) to indicate the electricity is back and it’s time to turn the generator off.

You would be wrong: I am not happy with my generator. And I realize it’s not because I think having a bigger generator would mean me having a higher social status; it’s because having a bigger generator would mean that I have less shit to worry about every day. I, being the ungrateful ass of a human being that humans are, want an even bigger and better generator. I want the super duper super silent 25 kVA kind where I don’t have to turn off anything in my house and it purrs like a kitten when its running rather than sounding like a helicopter about to crash land in my lawn. I want it to come installed with an automatic starter so that it turns itself on when the power goes out and then turn itself back off when it comes back. I want to be able to sleep through power outages with my a/c running full speed and no worries that the food in my freezer would go bad if the electricity doesn’t come back within the next 4 hours.

I realize how ungrateful I am being and how I must sound like a pathetic pretentious percentage of the population I described earlier. But what can I say? I find myself living in a new class-system in Karachi: those who have a super duper generator, those who have a regular generator, and those who don’t have a generator at all*. And I understand that this last group of people must comprise a huge percent of the Karachi population and are the ones who are the most miserable without having any alternative power source at all. And I feel so stupid and ungrateful about whining over having to get up every time the electricity goes and having to contend with spending the time being under only a fan. The reason I feel that this is so bad is actually not because I feel stupid and ungrateful but because I have to feel stupid and ungrateful over such a ridiculous condition. This just goes on to show how bad the electricity situation in Karachi has become when even people who own generators are not happy and the power outages continue to have a negative effect even on people who have an alternative source of energy. I am frustrated because I have a generator that is not powerful enough. And this frustration is not because I envy those who have a bigger generator but because it is still extremely inconvenient for me to go through the hassle of turning it on and off 16 times a day (and night) and still not being able to use every thing in my house. KESC is failing Karachi on not only being unable to provide adequate electricity to the city but also because it is now responsible for creating so many different problems on so many different levels, e.g. creating all sorts of weird psychological problems, what with all these various generator-related inferiority/superiority complexes and these new kinds of stupefyingly stupid social syndromes.

Isn’t all of this extremely pathetic**?



* I am currently ignoring people who have UPS and invertors installed in their houses, as they would be a topic of some other post some other time.

** not my ingratitude, but the distressing electricity situation in Karachi. Well, ok, both my ingratitude as well as the distressing electricity situation in Karachi.

Pimp Your Landmarks Here

Last night found me at the Teen Talwar (Three Swords) intersection after about a month and I was surprised to see that this landmark monument is now being sponsored by Bank Alfalah. The Teen Talwars are three large marble swords, each signifying one of Quaid-e-Azam’s words of creed, the credo being Unity, Faith, and Discipline and now, two large blocks of marble have been added to the monument and these read Bank Alfalah in large blue letters on all four sides.

I remarked about this to my friend, who defended this move by saying, “at least the bank is going to maintain it now. Can’t you see the swords are so clean and the water fountains are running all the time?”

I am sorry, but I have to disagree. Is this really necessary? Is our government so desperate and incapable of maintaining our landmarks that they need corporations to pay them rent on them and take the responsibility of maintaining them? This is just ridiculous. What next? The Sabun 101 Menar-e-Pakistan? Frooto’s Faisal Masjid? Ding Dong Quaid-e-Azam ka Mazaar?

An Australian Advice to End Pakistani Corruption

So, last night, I was sitting in a semi-formal environment being the youngest one at the table. I wasn’t actually being the youngest, it just happened that I was the youngest one there. Amongst the other people present were two of my cousins, both considerably older than me, some of their even older friends, one of whom had brought an Australian on vacation who was also the same age as my older cousin's older friends. Anyhow, age has got nothing to do with this post and I am only mentioning all of this in order to establish the serious tone that was hovering over that particular table in that particular semi-formal environment. The talk on the table added to the somber atmosphere as it progressed into a heated discussion about our current government, systems, corruption, and the corruption in our government and systems. One of my older cousin’s even older friends started talking about how he was going through a lot of trouble in getting his land transferred/sold/or something like that.

“Everywhere I go they ask for a bribe. I went to the registrar’s office and he asked for a kickback on my sale, that lousy son of a bitch,” said my older cousin’s even older friend.

“Yeah,” added my other older cousins’ other older friend. “It is like this everywhere here in Karachi. Nothing gets done unless you pay your way through it. I had to go to court for some problem and I had to bribe everyone from the goddamn peon to the mazharfakhar judge.”

The poor Australian man had just sat there, listening to the whole thing wide-eyed, and surprised, and only at this point, he decided to speak up.

“So guys,” he said in a helpful, considerate, a heavily accented Australian, and an extremely serious voice. “If you have to give bribes to all these people, the judges, the lawyers etc, why don’t you do something and complain about it to the police?”

And that was the end of the sober, solemn atmosphere at the table.

Time Travel and Other Lesser Known Benefits of Daylight Saving

Most of the countries in the world adopt daylight savings so that their hard working citizens can have a little more of the day left at the end of their day. This means that people who work from 9 to 6 to get home by 7 still have an hour or so of the daylight in which they can do their chores or spend time with their family. This makes the workers more productive as they feel they have a longer day and more time to spend in the sun. In Pakistan, however, the main prerogative for adopting daylight saving is to save electricity. Even though I can understand the principles of how this can potentially be achieved, I don’t think that the KESC, the Pakistani government, or most of the Pakistani public really understands how this could be possible and this kind of sort of defeats the whole purpose of advancing the clocks an hour in Pakistan. I don’t know why they did it last year and I don’t know why they are doing it again because the electricity problem was not solved at all. I think that the electricity shortage might even have worsened because of this, as we saw at least 3-4 hours of load shedding in Karachi even during the winters.

Nevertheless, it happened last year and it is going to happen again this year. Tonight at midnight, all clocks in Pakistan would be advanced an hour, and we will lose one hour of our summer. As mentioned above, there are many advantages of doing this. However, there are some more benefits that people are not aware of and I list them here:

Time Travel – Many people do not realize this but this is the best time for time travel. We all have the opportunity to challenge Einstein and his ideas about relativity and whatnot, as all of us in Pakistan will jump an hour ahead in time tonight. One minute it will be 11:59pm and the next 1:00am. I am pretty excited about that!

Loan Nullification – Do you have some outstanding loans that you have repay? Well, being a Pakistani, I have come up with a very simple solution to all your problems. Call the people you owe money to and tell them that you are giving them a one-time offer of paying them their entire loan back all at once. Just ask them to collect their dues anytime between midnight and 1:00am tonight.

Two-timing – Last year, many people faced a lot of confusion over what time it was as some people decided not to adopt daylight saving. What we don’t realize is that this gives us a great opportunity to two-time everyone. It is, after all, a fact that people will be following two-times and this would make it completely kosher for anytime to two-time anyone and everyone else.

Being Late for Work – Yes, now you have a perfect excuse (at least for the next whole week) of coming in an hour late to work. The first day, you can always forget to set your clock ahead; the second day, your alarm clock would go off at the wrong time; the third day your driver would have the wrong time, and so forth.

No More Confusion over “What Time is It?” – It would be 8pm then when it would be 7pm now, which means that according to the old time, you would be one hour behind the time that it would be now. Now would be an hour ahead, which means that if it were 7pm now, it would actually be 6pm then according to the old time but you will be ahead an hour according to the new time. The old time then would be an hour behind us and we would now be an hour ahead in the new time. See? No confusion at all.

Modern Day Exercises for Shedding a Load During Load Shedding

Almost everyone is health conscious these days but almost everyone is also very lazy. People tend to shy away from doing any exercise and prefer to sit or lie down all day. Most people are so lazy that they won't have anything else but 'fast' foodⁱ delivered to their homes/offices just so they won't have to make any unnecessary movements other than sitting or lying down. This is a big problem as it can be very difficult to motivate people to take up exercise. This is why I have come up with a very viable solution for everyone for this upcoming summer. I present to you: the Modern Day Exercises for Shedding a Load During Load Shedding

1. The Generator Starter Bend and Pullⁱⁱ: Great for your back and arms and very easy to execute. Flip the switch on the generator, bend down and grab the rope, strain your back a bit, and pull with a sudden jerk. Repeat as many times 'load-shedding' occurs or 6 to 8 times a day, whichever comes first.

2. The Forearm Newspaper Fan Swivel: No electricity and feeling hot? Need to build those forearm muscles? All you need is a newspaper and an arm and you are all set. Just hold up the paper in your hand, point it towards your face, and swivel your arm in a fanⁱⁱⁱ-like motion. Feel cool and develop those bi/tri-ceps!

3. Electricity Generating Treadmill Generator: Don't have a generator, but a lot of flab around your tummy? Worry not. Here is a solution that works as a double-edged sword killing you two birds with the same stroke: an innovative new technology that combines your treadmill with an inductor, alternator, and whatnot in order to give you the first ever Human Powered Electricity Generator DELS1000^iv. Simply start running on the treadmill, shed a load, and worry not about load shedding. Order yours today!^v

4. The Jog-Cool Off: The humid weather with an unpowered ceiling fan getting you down? Missing the cool wind hitting your face 6 to 8 hours a day? Just get up and start jogging. Doesn’t matter where you do it, as long as you keep running and let the air around you breeze into you^vi.




ⁱ e.g. inexplicably heaped salads 

ⁱⁱ works only if you have a manually starting generator. For those who do not have a generator refer to the Forearm Newspaper Fan Swivel or the Electricity Generating Treadmill Generator. 

ⁱⁱⁱ not the ceiling fan

^iv Designed Especially for Load Shedding. 

^v For more details on how to order this revolutionary new device, leave a comment below. 

^vi This is actually not a joke*. I remember many years ago, one of my aunts employed a kid (who had come down all the way from cold-weathered Chitral) to help around the house. Poor kid used to live in a small room with asbestos roofing and his room would get really hot in the summers. You can imagine how he must feel when the electricity would go off, leaving him sweating in the hot and humid summer weather of Karachi. One day, during the load-shedding hour, we heard noises, like someone was running around the house in circles. My cousin and I went to investigate and found the kid running around the house in circles. We stopped him and asked him what he was doing, to which he told us that running makes the air hit him like a breeze.

*I am seriously not joking. Scouts’ honor.

Last Salad at Pizza Hut

I went to one of the Pizza Hut restaurants a couple of nights ago after a very long time. I was amazed to see how much they have grown in terms of business and customers, as the new restaurant I went to was huge and completely jammed pack.

Another thing that I saw growing (and jam packed) were the salads. I am sure all Karachiites reading this would know what I am talking about: people walking to the salad bars came back with plates heaped so high so as to give Mount Vesuvius some competition. Some plates looked like Aztec pyramids, while others looked like an orangutan would jump out from them any moment. People stack those salads so high that the plates would probably break if someone breathed on them. I believe each of the salad plate I saw could easily feed a whole village in Botswana; for twenty days! I actually heard of a research that some scientists are conducting on such salad stacking because they believe the same principles can be used to get rid of the world's garbage problem*, if they can learn to stack it so high and compact.

Yet, the higher the stacks of salads, the lower the standard of quality maintained at the restaurant. The service has fallen, most of the waiters are not trained, and it seemed like the management was having a very hard time serving so many customers at once. People incessantly demanded forks, knives, and ketchup so that they can start eating their pizzas and it seemed like the restaurant just did not have enough forks, knives, or ketchup** for every customer. Even if they did, the movements of the waiter was continuously being hindered by the movements of several large structures, ala the salad crescendos. I sat there and ate my pizza with my hand, the way it should be eaten, not with knives, forks, and/or ketchup, and looked at the fiasco that they are now calling Pizza Hut.





* not really

**Ketchup is probably the number-one selling condiment in Pakistan. People like to eat ketchup here with their French fries, fried chicken, pakoras***, samosas****, patties, sandwiches, burgers, steaks, egg fried rice, pizzas, and pretty much everything else that does not require a chapatti to eat with. People just can’t get enough of ketchup.

*** fried onions/potatoes/eggplant/green chili pepper in a flour batter

**** pastry stuffed with beef/lentil/potatoes

Friday and February the 13th

This is kind of cool, funny, ironic, and interesting all at the same time. It's Friday the 13th today and just a day before February the 14th.

Love and Luck collide at midnight tonight.

And We're Back

I thought I had entered the-Twilight-Zone/Star-Trek-time-warp and was in a five-month dream where everyone in Pakistan had set their clocks ahead an hour, the dollar and petrol/liter were in the Rs. 80's, the stock markets of the world had crashed, I had stopped writing my blog, and Asif Ali Zardari was the President of Pakistan. Then I realized that midnight has come and gone to come again, it's still October, and we are back in normal time.

What time is it?

Welcome to June 2nd, or is it still yesterday?

It takes time, or rather the lack, or was it more, to see things through. Imagine the plight of a simpleton, who takes and eats for granted what "it is" that is given to him. Forget about him thinking about how long it's going to take him to even simply, for only the sake of finishing what you have started, in what possibly might be the wholly most ridiculous way of proving the point, which is neither a tomb nor en ambassy, be just exactly what I was trying to tell you in the first place, and yea, that it takes a while to get through all of this, and pfft... you wanna make him 'deliberately' set his watch/clock ahead an hour so that he ends up losing one hour (1 hour) of his life?

And then explain all of the above to yourselves.

Daylight saving is no big deal.

Yet, we, in Karachi, simply cannot fail to understand it. Give me my hour back! I want to watch "who want's to you be a millionaire at 9, not 10!"!

That was a few years ago.

Today, it's "who is smarter than a 5th grader?"

Your Ad Goes Here

I have a question for everybody: Which one hair of Iman Ali is telling her story? I really want to know. This question came to my mind after seeing the new Sunsilk campaign, which says that life can't wait and blatantly displays a quote by Iman Ali: 'My Hair Tells My Story.' If all her hair were telling her story then she would have said: 'My Hair Tell My Story.' But, since it’s 'tells,' I would really like to know exactly which one of her hair is telling it. Another thing that this ad has done is that it has strengthened by long-held belief that all the advertising agencies of Pakistan are full of people like my friend, the Alid. (For more information on who he is, please read my previous blog entry at http://habitsandpasttimes.blogspot.com/2008/01/life-and-non-murder-of-my-friend.html). And not just advertising agencies, but also these large and supposedly hip multinational FMCG corporations like Unilever. I know that the ad agency made the mistake but Unilever ultimately approved it so they are the ones who are actually at fault. I can't believe that they have all these rigorous recruitment processes: testing, interviewing, re-interviewing, re-re-interviewing, holding group discussions, psychologically profiling the applicants, so on and on and on, and they still ultimately end up hiring a monkey who can't spell.

I have displayed my distaste for advertisements many times and this seems to surprise many people because I am a graduate with a degree in marketing, and people cannot seem to fathom the fact that I of all the people would despise advertising so much. The truth is that I do; ads really irritate it me on some sort of a very human level. I find them to be irritants, ads invasion into my privacy. When I sit down in front of the television to watch a movie, that is all I want to watch: the movie. Not TVCs interrupting me every fifteen minutes and I certainly don't want to watch my movie enclosed in a broad outline of scrolls and logos. Ads are perhaps the main reason why I have actually stopped watching any kind of television at all. I would rather watch a 'watchable without subtitles' DVD than movies on Star Movies or HBO. But you can't hide from ads. They are everywhere. On billboards, blaring out of radios, painted on the side of bridges, on walls, buildings, trucks, vans (especially those new vans whose sole purpose is to waste gas and display those damn well lit backlit signs), buses, cars, poles, sidewalks, traffic lights, and lamppost. If they had their way, those damn advertisers would slap an ad on damn near anything with enough space on it. I know. I have worked in a media planning/buying agency and one of the most popular activities there would be for us to sit together and brainstorm on new and 'creative' ways of displaying ads to the target audience.

When I had first gotten that job, I was very excited and I told my father that I am going to work in a media planning and buying house. He asked me what that was. And when I explained it all, he said, 'Oh, so you will be working in advertising.' That really infuriated me, for I did not want to work in advertising. I went at great lengths and actually fought with my father and explained to him how media buying and planning is NOT advertising. After a heated discussion and argument that went on for a full hour, my father says to me, 'So, it's basically advertising, right?' From that day on, I made it a point to tell everyone that my line of work was NOT advertising, but placement of the ads. I was adamant and stubborn, and I would argue and fight and never admit that it was the same as advertising. It took me only a few weeks of working there when I realized that it pretty damn much WAS advertising. I hated to think that even though I did not make the ads, I was the one responsible for making people see them. I was the intruder here, doing unto others that which I sure hell did not want them do unto me. I quit my job, I realized what was wrong, still stick to my self-developed maxim: Creativity Should Never be a Nuisance.

This also has a connection with my Irony is Sometimes Perfect clause that I have drawn up. I know a guy who used to work for an online writing company. His job would be to select articles from the web and paraphrase them in his own words so as to avoid plagiarism. He was a very creative guy, perhaps too creative. He got fired for plagiarizing when he paraphrased an article that was already paraphrased and inadvertently changed it back into exactly its original form.

An End That is Not Beginning

It's funny (and perhaps sad too) that my life has become nothing more than just routine weekdays during which I long for my routine weekends. Ever since I take that first step into my car on a Monday morning, I start thinking about how many days are left till Friday when this week ends and the weekend begins. All through the week I have a subconscious countdown counting down the hours left until I make that final departure from my office building to end the week and begin the weekend. I think weekends are great. First of all, they are perhaps the only ends that actually have their own beginnings. And then I get two days off to sleep as late as I can, hang out late with my friends, and watch movies into the late nights until I fall asleep. I look forward to doing all these things throughout the week and never actually end up doing them over the weekend because something or the other other than something is happening. But that's ok because I still get those two days off of work, to which (have I mentioned it before?) I look forward to throughout the whole week.

So, you can well imagine my state of mind now that I have been working for 11 days straight without a single day off. Yes, all my dreams of enjoying my weekend last week were mangled, pulverized, rent, riven, ruptured, shredded, shattered, and smashed when I found out that I would have to work on Saturday and Sunday. Today is my 11th day at work without a break and it has been the longest week of my life.

Anyhow, my woes aside, have you all seen the new Rs. 20 banknote? I was under the impression that a new note was needed because many people were giving out Rs. 5000 notes to buy Rs. 5 worth of mint. This was because the new Rs. 5000 note looked very much like the now-old-but-the-then-new Rs. 20 note. I happened to perchance (yes, perchance) upon the new Rs. 20 today, and mazharfakhar (yes, mazharfakhar), it looks even more like the Rs. 5000 note than it did before! It's actually the same note, only they have changed the colors and added some fluorescent green here and a little 'peekish' red here. It now looks like a Rs. 5000 note that just came out of a bag of cotton candy.

My 'Free' Gift to Myself (Only for Customers in Pakistan)

I am out of cash so I go to the ATM machine. I put my card in, punch in my secret code, and then the amount. The machine processes my request, spits out my card, and I hear that whirring sound that precludes the arrival of bank notes. I am expecting the cash to come out at any second, but, as KESC would have it, the electricity gets cut off, and the ATM machine shuts down. It goes completely dead.

So, there I am, standing with no cash, and an ATM machine with no power. I go into the bank, and find out that it is not a bank at all, just a convenient ATM nook in the busy market. A peon finally shows up and then disappears for another ten minutes to go turn on the generator. I wait for a while for the ATM machine to boot up, which it finally does after 15 minutes, and still no cash. I call up my bank and they tell me that the cash amount has been charged to my account. I assure them that I have not been paid, and they tell me to go sign a contest form at my bank's branch.

I go to my bank and sign that contest form. My bank tells me that since I was using an ATM of another bank, I would probably have to wait another 15-20 days for the cash to be reversed into my account.

I go home and order some books for myself from Amazon.com for the same amount that I just lost in the ATM machine. Amazon.com tells me that my books will be delivered within the next 15-20 days.

So, in the next 15-20 days, I will get my books, and also the money back that I used to pay for them, completing the illusion that I got the books for 'free.'

Note to all: This 'scam' can only work in Pakistan and is a product of our prestigious award system also known as load shedding.

Video Kills the Radio Star

Have you seen the big screen super LCD television screen that they have put up on Shahra-e-Faisal right in front of the Regent Plaza? Man it's bright! I would love to tell you what it was showing but I can't. I saw it last night only for a millisecond but then I had to look away because the brightness burnt my retinas, rendering me completely blind for the next few seconds. I am going to take a better look at it tonight, as I am going to be prepared wearing my extra-dark sunglasses.

The thing that I find extremely funny is that there is a strict ban being especially enforced on Shahra-e-Faisal, where cops give you a ticket for talking on your cell phones while driving your car. But apparently watching big screen television while driving poses no real threat and its a-okay.

I think the RJs have finally found their match.

Radio Ga Ga

A lot has changed in Karachi over the past ten or eleven years, but the two things that have really changed a lot are cell phones and FM radio. I remember that a up until a few years ago there was only 1 FM channel, FM100, bidding Asalamwalikum to Pakistan (Karachi, Lahore, Izzlamabad), and cell phones were big and rare. Cell phones used to be a status symbol rather than a necessity that they have become today. Only the rich (because the phones and their services were so expensive) and the muscular (because the cell phones were so big that they required their own carrying cases) could afford (and carry) cell phones. This was the time when people would pretend to talk on fake cell phones in their cars to show off that they were rich (and strong) enough to own a cell phone. Things have changed now because there are way too many people with way too many cell phones and also mostly because people now avoid talking on the phone while in their cars because it is very much likely that if you are seen using your cell phone in public, someone is going to come up to your car, tap his gun on your window, and make with your cell phone.

There are also way too many FM radio channels broadcasting way too many advertisements being played by way too many idiotic radio jockeys, many of whom sound not only like they have just flown into the radio station straight from Toronto but also that they spent all their lives there fraternizing with gangster rappers. They have these weird accents, a weirder lingo, and can absolutely talk some real trash. For instance, have you noticed how these RJs suddenly become experts at giving relationship, political, environmental, health etc advice as soon as they start blabbering in front of their microphones? Of course, I am not talking about ALL the RJs on the many FM radio stations; I actually happen to even like some of them when they are not actually talking and are more concerned with just playing songs. The worse of these creatures are those full of bubbly excitement and high-pitched crackling voices who think that the radio airwave is their own private teenage high school pajama party. These are the ones who have given me such ‘expert’ advice on how to live a happier life by waking up at 6:00am on a Sunday morning and opening up my curtains to ‘embrace’ the rising sun; how to get into the ‘weekend party mood’ by listening to trance songs during lunch time on Thursday afternoons; how to make my girlfriend love me by giving her flowers, cakes, chocolates, balloons, and teddy bears, all ordered through the TCS Sentimental Express; and of course, how to win back my girlfriend who already loved me but is now leaving me because I sent a pink courier truck to her house.

Having a cell phone handy has also affected my life in many ways. I remember when I was in my A-Level’s and our class had to arrange a picnic on a Sunday, all the plans had to be finalized by Friday afternoon. Everyone had to know exactly where to be at exactly the right time and exactly who all was to bring the food, chips, beach ball, etc a day before the actual event because no one had cell phones and last minute plans were unheard of. Boys and girls had a very hard time talking on the phone because many of the girls had strictly forbidden the boys to call them at their home numbers and most of the talking took place at night when the parents were asleep. People used to spend a lot of stressful times in restaurants thinking up until the second that their significant others showed up whether they were going to show up at all or if they had come to the wrong restaurant at the wrong time. Some of the most embarrassing of times were when you returned home late to find that your mom has been calling ALL your friends’ moms in trying to find out where you have been all night. Things were very different and analogue then. The kids of today would probably wonder how anything ever got done without cell phones, but they did; everything did get done. We were all still able to find each other in this same big city, and we were all able to pull off all kinds of plans.

Cell phones have come and changed everything. I seriously think that cell phones have worked to make us even more stupid as a human race than we were before. Now, no one is quite sure of what ‘the scene’ is until the last minute. We leave our homes to go to a party without even knowing where we are headed, thinking that we will call on the way and figure out where we have to go. We hardly ever know anyone else’s phone number as we are so used to dialing ‘names’ instead of ‘numbers.’ Many people have become so stupid that they don’t even know their own cell phone numbers and they have to refer to their saved number on their phones to tell you what their number is. Radio jockeys can now read every little thought that comes into their audiences’ minds through the SMS’ that they receive in between all the advertisements, promos, and time checks, and I find it a miracle that they are still able to squeeze in half a song every hour (which of course is interrupted midway by a time-check). I think that time-checks are the worst. They very rudely interrupt songs (especially if it’s a song that you love and have been waiting to hear on the radio for the past hour that you have been stuck in traffic talking to your girlfriend on the speakerphone trying to explain to her why there is a pink truck with flowers on it standing in front of her house) to tell you what time it is (even though you know perfectly well what time it is) and they never continue or replay the song after the stupid time-check is over. We ALL have watches on our wrists, clocks in our cars or in our cell phones. We DON’T need the radio stations telling us every fifteen minutes what time it is. And we definitely don’t need idiotic RJs telling us what to do and how to live our lives. In the same vein as cell phones making us stupid, I think the longer that you are an RJ, the more stupid you become as well. Why do I say that? Consider the words that I heard come out the radio while driving home last night:

‘Oh my god! My peeps! Holla and welcome back to ‘The Drive Back Home Show,’ the deliciously dandy show that is especially designed for all you exec-type-peepals driving back home after a hard day’s work at the office! What’s up my dawgs?! Yo, yo, yo, so keep tuned in da house for some latest tips on how to score buttons by trading in your beetens (whatever the hell that meant). For all our fabulous listeners out there listening to our fabulous show and driving their fabulous bums back home, today’s topic is about driver safety while driving your car. First things first my hommies: do not use your cell phones while driving your cars. It is extremely distracting and dangerous and many accidents have been caused because of distracted drivers who were too busy talking on their cell phones while driving their cars. So, all of you driving home back from work right now, do let us know what your thoughts are on this topic. Use those cell phones and call us at blah blah blah, or SMS us at blah blah blah, blah blah blah, blah blah blah.’

I rest my case.

From YouTube Till Telecom

So, that didn’t last long, this ban on YouTube. The funniest thing about this was how the Pakistani software engineers were able to mess up YouTube globally without even knowing what they were doing or what their actions might have beget. You might well imagine the surprise those people up there at YouTube must have got when they saw that some Telecom guy from Pakistan had ended up bringing the site down without even knowing what he was actually doing. What that one Pakistani was able to pull off was something that no other hacker had even thought about doing. It was by sheer stupidity and dumb luck of the blonde (who in this case turns out to be a Pakistani brunette, a man, and not just dumb but completely deaf, blind, armless, legless, and bald as well) that the Pakistan Telecommunication Authority was able to bring YouTube down globally for a few hours. I am not sure of the technical details of how he were able to do that but some of my developer friends have told me that this kind of a cyber attack is unheard of simply because it is unthinkable that someone would even try this kind of a hijack. You ever hear of that saying about grabbing your nose in different ways, where you can either grab the nose simply by pinching it with your right arm in front of your face or you can pinch it by taking your right arm, twisting it around from the back of your head and holding your nose from the left side of your face? Basically, this means that there is a simple way of doing things and a roundabout way, which no one really does because it is just too awkward. In this case, Pakistan Telecom did the awkward part, holding the nose from the wrong side, only this time, instead of the nose they got the kidney.

What Not to Wear While Having a Heart Attack

I recently received an email about what to do if you think you are having a heart attack. According to this email, if someone is alone and starts feeling a tightness in the chest area, a sharp pain in the left arm that radiates into the jaw, and a general numbness of the whole left body, one should immediately start coughing vigorously, taking deep breaths amidst the long, deep coughs. This, supposedly, allows the blood vessels and the arteries in the heart to swell up while coughing and decreases the chances of an actual heart attack from taking place. The email advises that the patient keep coughing patiently until an ambulance arrives or he/she is taken to a hospital.

A quick search on Google quickly confirmed that this was nothing but a hoax. However, this did not stop my friend* from making a perfect fool out of himself yet again. He was on his way home after a hectic day at work and he suddenly started feeling a sharp pain in his chest that traveled up his left arm into his left jaw. He panicked, thought he was having a heart attack and started coughing like a madman. Surprisingly enough, his heart did get better, but, unfortunately, he coughed himself to death. It turned out that the pain was not even heart related and that his 'banyan**' was just too damned tight.


*When I say friend I actually mean a random fictional character that I have just created on the spur of this moment.

**And when I say 'banyan' I can also mean a T-shirt.

From Dust Till YouTube

I wonder if the two-day dust cloud that hung over Karachi had anything to do with YouTube being banned in Pakistan. I really don't see any connection, but you never know. It's funny how the late Abdullah Shah Ghazi have been able to thwart other potential disasters but he didn't see this one coming. Not the dust cloud, the banning of YouTube. What's next, I wonder. Google?

I just wanted to make this post to tell my readers from Pakiland that they can still view YouTube through an online proxy. Simply go to http://vtunnel.com/ ignore the ad banner on your left, enter http://youtube.com/ where it says http://www.Gmail.com/ in the address bar above the button marked 'Begin browsing,' and begin browsing YouTube.

The Importance of Voting and Wearing a 'Banyan'

February 2008 saw two important things come to an end in Karachi. One has been the end of a lot of tension and quandary surrounding the 'down-went' Elections 2008 (mostly because the elections have now ended amidst minimal incidences of violence and a countenance of fairness), and the other has been the end of an unexpected wave of prolonged winter.

The elections are finally over and everyone has relieved a sigh that we had all breathed in after December 27, 2007. The last couple of weeks were the worse with bombs going off in many parts of the country and an expectation that something horrible was brewing to go off in Karachi at any time. There were rumors of every thing going wrong on and before election day with people at home watching the renewed Geo News for some sensationalized excitement (or an excitable sensation depending upon which way you swing) or Dawn News for those wanting to see the English language screaming 'naheen! naheen!' running with arms stretched, 'dupatta'* fluttering in the air behind her as heavily accented male anchors on female horses run in full pursuit (thank you, Khaver, for the imagery); people at work checking and rechecking geo.tv or dawn.com every 15 minutes so that they can run home at the slightest inclination of any thing gone wrong; people on the streets anticipating this car, that motorcycle, this bicycle, that rickshaw, this bus, that truck, this tanker, that van, this eighteen-wheeler, that twenty-two-wheeler, this donkey cart, that cow, or those pedestrians to blow up; people who reached home after work and being on the street watching Geo News or Dawn News, etc, etc; you get the point. But nothing happened in Karachi (and thank god for that) and the elections got over as peacefully as unexpected.

Another thing that is over is the unexpectedly long wave of cold weather that hit Karachi this winter. This is perhaps the first time in my life that I felt so cold in Karachi. Karachi is in the temperate zone and we usually don't get sweater-or-jacket-worthy winters and people are usually fine just wearing a 'banyan'** but this year was an exception. Many people were seen wearing sweaters, coats, jackets, overcoats, gloves, scarves (the ones that go one your neck not on women's heads), and of course 'banyans' underneath their shirts. Many people were also seen sweaters, coats, jackets, overcoats, gloves, and scarves without the 'banyans' and we all know that that is not going to do anything, for the 'banyan' is a very important article of clothing in winters and it is absolutely necessary to wear under your shirt if you are to trap the heat in and keep yourself warm. Anyhow, summer is at our doorstep and winter is out the door, leaving behind the house with no electricity, UPSs whose batteries are dead, and generators with cables that are without plugs and tanks that are without fuel. Yes, people of Karachi, you have all witnessed excessive loadshedding even through the coldest of times this year and truth be told it gives me the most inconvenient of heebie jeebies just thinking of what will happen in summer-time. If Al Gore is right (and it's most inconveniently likely that he be telling the truth), it's going to be very hot in the summers simply because it was very cold in the winters. I am guessing that we will be getting the privilege of receiving electricity for not more than a few minutes every twenty-four hours, and it's going to be time soon to get rid of the 'banyans' and to bring out the 'chaddees.'***


*a 'dupatta' is a long, flowing, and usually a colorful piece of cloth used by the women of Pakistan to cover their bosoms and heads. This is not to be confused with the 'abaya' or the 'hijab,' which are headscarves, nor with the 'burqa,' which is a full-bodied ninja suit.

** a 'banyan' is a white cotton vest worn beneath shirts and usually made by Mercury, a Pakistani brand that specializes in male undergarments.

*** a 'chaddee' can be many things (including a long drive in someone else's car), but it mostly refers to a variety of shorts, knickers, briefs, Bermudas, or Spandex, all depending upon which way you swing.

Of Red Not Love

Valentine's Day is the most meaningless of all non-holidays.

First of all, it has nothing to do with us, the people of Karachi, Pakistan, or even Asia. It's a Roman holiday named after some Roman saints called Valentine, and if we are so keen on celebrating this particular holiday, we might as well go ahead and celebrate other Roman holidays like Quinquatrus Day, or Agonia Day (which was observed by sacrificing victims on the seven hills of Rome), or Parilia Day (which honors the pastoral goddess Pales, and is observed by driving sheep through burning straw), or Fordicidia Day (which honors Tellus, Goddess of Earth, and is observed by slaughtering pregnant cows, taking the unborn calves from the womb, and burning them in order to insure fertility for the growing corn).

Secondly, and most importantly, Valentine's Day has got nothing to do with love either. Truth be told, all the red that you see on Valentine's Day shows more of an association with the blood of the martyr saints rather than being the color of love and passion. Yes, that's right, blood. The 'Valentine' in Valentine's Day refers to at least three Roman saints of ancient Rome, all of whom were painfully tortured before they were brutally slain for their 'heretic' behavior and for holding ambitious religious beliefs. Their deaths had nothing to do with 'love' or any other idea remotely related with 'love.' They never preached the lesson of 'love,' never told anyone about 'love,' did not have any idea what 'love' was, and they sure in hell did not die for 'love.' It is just funny to think that many years later people would end up celebrating a feast of love in their name when I am willing to bet my pot on the fact that these Valentine fellows had never even heard of the word 'love' in all of their lives. They gave up their lives and spilled their blood for their convictions and we use it to paint our towns red every year for ours.

There was a lot of uncalled for 'redness' last night in Karachi, so much so that I actually ended up getting sick. Couples and transvestites wearing matching red clothes, restaurants all laden up in their red themes of red hearts and red balloons, I even saw one of those 'hari-topi-walay mullahs' (the-green-hat-wearing-holy-men) wearing a red-topi this time! I went to Nandos last night with my cousins and it felt like I had entered the set of a cheap, slasher, teenage horror flick that takes place in an underground butchery. It was so red in there that I actually started hallucinating that red spiders were crawling down my red back. The lights were wrapped in red cellophane, there were red balloons inside, and the glass was painted with red hearts. The waiters, the chicken, the pita bread, even the peri-peri sauce were all red. A guy named 'Laal' also came to my house to collect a bill that I had forgotten to pay to him earlier. It was insane, I tell you. And to think all this happened in the name of love.

I don't think love even exists. And don't think I am just saying that in some deep, dark, philosophical, metaphysical, abstract, sagacious, oh-I-have-loved-and-lost-and-I-have-become-a-complete-cynic, deep, dark kind of a way. I have scientific and mathematical proof that love really does not exist.

Ok, so everyone knows that any number divided by infinity is zero, right? Keep that in mind. Now the population of our world is estimated to be 6,649,117,969 (six billion, six hundred and forty nine million, one hundred and seventeen thousand, nine hundred and sixty nine) people. There is 1 planet capable of sustaining life in our solar system (for my Martian readers, it is the Earth, of course), an estimated 100,000,000,000 (one hundred billion) solar systems in our galaxy alone, and an infinite number of galaxies in our universe, which means that there are an infinite number of planets as well (since anything multiplied by infinity is also infinity). Even if everyone on Earth projects 'love' to even 100 people in their lifetime (which is an extremely generous estimate), we will have 664,911,796,900 (six hundred and sixty four billion, nine hundred and eleven million, seven hundred and ninety six thousand, and nine hundred) 'packets' of love. Divide that by the infinite number of planets in this universe, gives us that magical number zero (since anything divided by infinity is zero). Hence, love does not exist, at least not in our universe; quod erat demonstrandum.