By Najia Niazi 

if this world is a Jungle, Which animal Pakistan is?

… I wish I could relate Pakistan to a lion but unfortunately I can’t, although I love my country but I could not overlook the realities. Pakistan is very unpredictable so, relating it to a single animal will be very unjust.

It follow the strategy of a cuckoo bird ,who never makes its own nest and laid their  eggs singly in the nests of certain other bird species to be incubated by the foster parents, who rear the young cuckoo, same as Pakistan never make decisions by its own it always rely on other country to make decisions for her. The only difference between the cuckoo and Pakistan is cuckoo could rely on the nest of any bird and Pakistan always rely on America to deal their matters.

On some issues it adopts the strategy of an ostrich, that in the case of any threat it stuck its head in to the sand assuming that he is not the part of a problem any more .Similarly Pakistan turn blind and deaf to many problems, like terrorism, corruption, poverty and education

Pakistan is very sluggish but other can’t underestimate Pakistan as we never underestimate the turtle because we know that sometimes slow and steady wins the race.   

Pakistan could not rule over the world like a lion but it enhance its beauty ,it easily become the victim of  evil strategies ,it has a variety of stratagem to protect themselves  but it is defensive less and  fragile just like a butterfly.

Unfortunately in the hands of corruption, evil strategies and terrorism we are losing our colors, our pride….

We look different in every region from colors to culture, we caught in many difficulties but we make our way to get out of it, despite of many crises we live with high hopes and expectation as the butterfly did.

By Bushra Asim---“Which animal Pakistan would be?????”

The topic made me to think deeply…. Some says Dog, some says donkey, crow, pig, and so on… it appears less and less people talk positive things about Pakistan… Well, everyone has his own viewpoint I alone can’t zip anyone’s lips, or change their minds …

To portray a country is a high responsibility, for me it’s really a serious matter; I took much days for it as in order to relate Pakistan, my beloved country, with any animal i had to excogitate...

I believe in seeing both sides of a coin… I agree Pakistan is a country which has many dark sides like terrorism, extremism, corruption etc, but we should also not forget that we are living in a country which is the first Muslim country in the world to construct and operate civil nuclear power plants, the second largest gas infrastructure in the world, a country which is running the World’s largest Ambulance network, having the sixth largest military force in the world,  Fourth largest broadband internet system of world is in Pakistan, and so on…

After having a deep study on different animal’s nature, I think as a country (animal) in a world (jungle), Pakistan is an elephant…

Pakistan is facing external and internal threats for the survival but still it stands, no one can undo it, just as other animals of a jungle wants to pull elephant’s leg and fall it down but it still stands to protect its herd...  

I found elephant such a highly developed sensibility, a deep-rooted sense of family, care, feel, and compassionate animal and yes, remembering the big contribution of Pakistan to humanitarian aids in the disasters like tsunami and earthquakes etc, we can surely and undoubtedly say that Pakistan also has a sense of care, and shine humanity...

No country is perfect and so as Pakistan….. We should acts as the shelter and show care about our country’s image…. Pakistan is not a bad country, it is badly-managed country, with our persistent efforts, a positive outlook and by not losing hope...it will RISE insha'Allah!

So this is what I think about Pakistan… 

 BY HUNAINA ISRA

IF WORLD IS A JUNGLE?THEN WHAT ABOUT MY COUNTRY?WHICH ANIMAL IS IT?

I am a proud Pakistani! Yes I am…

 This world is a jungle where everyone wants to be lion but the lion is one who has the power of all…..

What about “AMERICA” can you name this country as a lion of jungle?

Unfortunately Yes, because it is the super power and control the third world countries like Pakistan,

So now Can I name Pakistan as a dog of a jungle?owl? donkey?monkey?ostrich?lion?cat? NO no….

·         Pakistan has hidden power

·         Strength to deal with enemies

·         Courage to do anything when anyone says against its honor

·         It has loyalty factor when needed specially for other Muslim countries

·         Passion to leave a mark on world scale, Although it is small country but not hidden one

·         Has inner beauty in all aspects

I also admit that I tried to highlight only the positive side and ignoring the ground realities..I can also say Pak as a dog of America, because it depends on America but not honest to America, cunning fox who has intelligence but Pakistan is  not the provider to others, horse has stability and yet Pakistan have stability but not freedom…

As  mentioned animals Pakistan have one quality but not the both..

That’s why I ll like to say tiger of a jungle which has “power, strength courage ,skillfulness, tactfulness, passion, loyalty etc… and when I am a proud and happy Pakistani so ill surely highlights its brighter side..

By Mahjabeen

If this world is a Jungle, Which animal Pakistan is?

This was the ‘Question’ our respected teacher exploded over our heads, when he asked us to give him a topic for our next blog and no one responded. From that day till now when I am writing it, almost all the species of animals have gone through my mind, hoping to find the one that best suits our country. Hey, wait? Do we have to compare Pakistan with an animal? or an animal with Pakistan? Not sure!

When it comes to find such animal, I think Pakistan is that newly-found specie of animal that can disguise itself in any animal it wants to, according to the situation and its surroundings. A Smart-animal that can camouflage in any specie for its survival on the specifications of others.

Like sometimes it becomes an Ostrich, sticking his head into the sand when it feels any threat, assuming that if it can’t see the problem, the problem can’t see it either, (The ostrich theory, yes).  Pakistan also tries to ignore the problem at first, rather than trying to solve it, and find a way out, whether it is related to our law and order, internal security, Illiteracy, corruption whatsoever. It shuts its eyes to make its problems become oblivious. 

Pakistan having a body like that of an elephant, with a huge population still lacks the power to dominate. Its over-weight is a big problem for itself too, which makes it lazy to move even for its own sake.

Then sometimes it behaves like a Dugdugi-Monkey that dances to the beat of it, played by “International Thing Tanks” and happily making fun of itself in hopes to quench its thirst.

And at times, it becomes way too much over confident, like that Rabbit on a race with that turtle. It often happens in series of cricket matches Pakistan plays, especially against India. In which, Pakistan having the best bowlers and batmen, still couldn't beat India. Same like that happened in the race of the Rabbit and turtle, in which a rabbit thinking that turtle can’t run faster than him, decides to take a nap for a while during the race. When it wakes up, it finds that turtle has won it already.

So these are some of the animals I think, can relate to Pakistan. But all in all, we can make it behave in a Human-way if we ourselves stop behaving like an animal. This is all our fault!

By RIMSA KHAN

If world is Jungle, then Pakistan would be? 

If we imagine earth to be a wild forest and countries are assumed to be animals in it; basing on the unique attributes and traits for which each country is known to us, then Pakistan would fall in the category of “cats”. A cat ,though belonging to the family of carnivorous animals, is not known for its wilderness, nor does it possess the threatening nature but actually it is on the top list of most commonly kept pet in homes. Cat is known for its clever yet treacherous nature.Similarities can be observed by keeping in mind the political history of Pakistan. Our country has a very unfortunate history of being ruled over by some of the cleverest yet treacherous political leaders who have used this ability for the attainment of their own selfish interests.

On the other hand, cat possesses nature which allows it to develop sense of affection with its caretaker, when it is given a warm environment and is treated with love and affection. Similar is the case with our country. We form strong bonds with powerful countries which take care of our monetary interests and provides us with financial aids for development and growth purposes.

Although the animal is best known for its soft and harmlessnature, the fact that it belongs to the family of carnivorous animals should not be ignored. Again Pakistan bears similarity in this regard to the cat as although Pakistan is constantly being damaged by the long list of problems, all of catastrophic nature, but when we are threatened by an outside force, the nation unites and fights with rage. A small example can be of cricket match; which is more than just a game for each and every individual in the whole of Pakistan.

A cat has the ability to find its way in the dark. For the world, Pakistan bears the reputation of the under-developed, poverty- struck country, with issues of ginormousextent. But still,we, Pakistanis manage to deal with such issues prolifically; not getting discouraged by the limited resources but finding our way in a dark tunnel with ease.

If we see the dark side of the cat’s traits, it will be noticeable that a cat like other wild members of its family, is not too keen to hunt but prefer to be fed by its caretaker, while it lazes around. We as a nation possess the same characteristics.

To conclude it can be said that we as a nation should stand together, united, and work hard to make Pakistan a developed and prosperous country.

Sameen Navaid Hassan

My Earliest Childhood Memory

I’m not quite sure about my earliest childhood memories but from the collection of pictures and videos Addu, (my grandmother) has maintained, I clearly know my childhood wasn't full of pranks, fretting, noisy outbursts and irritating as hell running around.

I was quite the sober one, always keeping to myself. What I do recall is I was gallingly close to my father. I would cry the hell out of my head if a child even got as close as sitting next to Abba. things haven’t changed much in this regard and even the thought of Abba appreciating someone or hugging one of his nieces annoys me!

I also remember my embarrassing to death habit of feeding on milk through baby feeder until I was 6 years old. Yes I would climb up the kitchen cabinet at night and make myself Nido in my special Minnie Mouse feeder. It was only after I was 6 years of age and Muniza, my cousin was born that I reluctantly let go of my special feeder. Oh and yes, I still eat the Cerelac of my junior cousins.

And unlike almost every other kid, I was never scared of anything. I remember Addu putting me off to sleep saying “Churail Kha Jae Gi” (The witch will eat you) and I’d carelessly respond “Mein Churail Ko Kha Jaun Ga” (I’d eat the witch instead). She would threaten me to shut in the dark bathroom and I would vehemently run to the bathroom shut the door and sing at the top of my voice.

My childhood was a collection of bizarre habits and fortunately despite turning 21, my childhood might have gone, the child in me is alive forever!

By Javeria SiddiquiAn owl

An owl ……yes!! Pakistan is an Owl. Prey at night, quiet at the dawn rather sleeping or being blind but wise actually.

Never bothered to explain any guilt, no family or group, prey alone, live alone and take no responsibility for anything.

Actually owls don’t have borders so do Pakistan. It has no borders for large army planes and drones but for the poor fishermen like an owl which kill small rats in its reach.

Pakistan also eats as an owl. The only difference is owl purge it off in pellets while Pakistan save it till rotten. Be it own production or the aid by others.

Mysterious and solitary creature known to keep deep secrets having sharp beak and talons swallow its prey whole is considered as a symbol of dark arts (terrorism in case of Pakistan), wisdom (always dishonest) and highly mean (stand for money, loan only).

I can’t think any other animal being Pakistan owl is the only one in my mind which behaves and act like Pakistan from centuries.

So be proud others wish to be like an owl we as Pakistani are born to be owls. We really do sit and listen but don’t speak not even to defend foul blames we just take them with “whatsoever” attitude and keep listening. We don’t understand that listening without acting is not going to do any good to us but in the end I must say ‘keep calm and listen, we are all owls’.

By Anm Shaharyar
        The Animal Conundrum

If the world was a jungle: Let’s start with that particular sentence.

Here’s what the cynics would say: It already is a jungle. There’s a reason we call it a dog-eat-dog world. Who cares, we’re all going to hell anyway. And the philosophers would wax theories analyzing man’s inherent animalistic instincts, the biologists would argue and debate darwin’s theories, and meanwhile every single adult you know will shake their head and say, ‘It used to be so sensible when we were young. It truly is a jungle now.”

But these people aren’t writing this blog. I am. So what demographic do I fall under? And if we are truly to be split, not into ages or professions or experience, but rather by thoughts and emotions and feelings, how many of us use patriotism blindly? Profession or age or expression, these things tell us one thing: your country is a snake, your country is a dog, your country is the blood-sucking parasite that clings to bigger, stronger animals and provides nothing, serves no purpose, does no right, and never will. But what do feelings tell us? What do thoughts clouded by emotions tell us?

It’s easy to say that Pakistan is a particular animal, but you can’t really. Because while you’ve the fat, ugly pigs sitting on their thrones, and the lecherous snakes that kill and poison, right next to them are the hardworking horses, the patient hens, the peaceful cows. As a country, Pakistan is too rich to be described by one particular animal, but this, I’m told, is the easy way out. One must, if one is told, find an animal that fits.

In that case, let us be the rooster that blindly crows, no matter what time of the day it be. Let us strut around pretending to be the kings of our domain, blind to our own faults, fighting each other whenever we get the chance. Let us be the one who gets caught and butchered, and eaten and enjoyed. If nothing else, let us be the cockerel, who does not understand man very well and considers him his enemy. And if that doesn’t sound like Pakistan to you, a country where we kill our own country men more than we should, then I don’t know what will.

By Haniya JavedThe story of a crow

Once upon a time, P-crow sat on a tree, his eyes fixed on the approaching boy. The boy was munching on a buttered toast, lost in thought. The P-crow made a direct aim for the boy, snatched the buttered toast and came back to the same position. The boy shot the P-crow an angry look and moved on.

The P-crow found the buttered toast too dry for his tastes. He looked around to find four crows drinking together from a pail of water. He hurried to the pail, hushed them away and tipped the pail so that it came down crashing on the ground. He soaked the buttered toast in water, sat comfortably and picked on the butter, bit-by-bit, oblivious to the wary looks of others.

The ‘caw caw’ noise in the distance brought the P-crow back from his trance. He rushed to the path of the noise and found fellow crows encircling M-crow corpse. Four crows jumped on a tree branch and tore it apart. Another two, grabbed hold of baby crow and dragged him in circles. One crow jumped on papa crow and pounded his head repeatedly with its beak. The rabbits, the cat, the cows, the goats and the elephants looked from a distance and clicked their tongues. Tch tch. The big A-crow came and issued order that all rebels should be pelted with stones. The crows ended up breaking each other necks while the other animals look on, their voices muffled with frequent, tch tch.  

P-crow meditates over the whole scene later at night. He decides to leave the crows alone and form alliance with lions. The next morning he visits the King of the Jungle. The king promises him abundant benefits in exchange of the grant to the crow’s territory. The P-crow agrees and returns to its own tree and suspects suspicion from his own people. He brushes all concerns aside. Then when the other crows are distracted elsewhere, he visits each tree and kicks the eggs to the ground. The crows return, enraged. They wail and protest. The P-crow calms them down and renders the whole situation as ‘j-conspiracy.’ The other crows get baffled by P-crow’s smartness. So, from then on whenever anything happened, the P-crow’s words of wisdom were repeated. All madness was indeed nothing but ‘j-conspiracy.’

So, this madness thrives. P-crow continues to live as a puppet, passing his days shitting over the heads of other crows. He visits the lions once every two months where he eats like a glutton, brings loads of benefits home and sits back to watch them multiply. The other crows-which are barely able to fly- come to him with new ideas to make their own food, buttered or not; they no longer care. They stare in shock at the P-crow’s rounded belly. P-crow gives them all a cursory glance and waits in earnest for fresh lamb of which he has grown greatly fond of recently.

By Yumna haroon
Earliest Memory

The earliest memory I remember is of me and my cycling craze. Before that age I don’t particularly remember any memory but only glimpses; my Dad and me talking in a non sense language. My ammi making me fries and mashing them, so I could swallow them hungrily, my cousins fighting to take me in their arms since I was a big headed girl with loads of curly hairs and a temper like a two headed monster (I still have it to be honest).

So, I was writing about my cycling. My parents in the beginning never bought me any cycle because our street had so many cars in it that they were afraid I’d bang myself straight into them. We had those small two seater tricycles in our home for my younger sibs. But I longed for a bicycle of my own. I remember how one day, while the house was being renovated we found this very old fashioned but functioning cycle inside our rooftop room which was used for storing old useless trash. My father told me it belonged to my youngest chachoo, saying: “Amir ki thi. Jab chalana chor di to yaheen reh gae”and then seeing my obvious expressions, “Ab Yumna ye mat kehna k YE CHAHIYE!”

Naturally, I went mad. I begged them to pull it out and get it repaired for me. Its chain was fixed and the seats were cleaned, and no less than three weeks later, I was riding it proudly. It was a cool cycle, it had a cylindrical seat going all the way up with a backside support also.  It had those ajeeb puraaney zamaane wale front handles which used to be curved in a U shape in those times. And the most important feature it had was its ‘TRING TRING’ thumb bell. Completely and continuously pissing my neighbors off.

So, my earliest memory is of me, a young girl in her primary classes famous because of her Old fashioned cycle, seen almost every day on the streets of our neighborhood. My dadi always said, “Beta, larkian itni cycle sawaarian nahi krti hen. Mat jao aj bahir”, at that time, I used to roll my eyes and ignore her.

Until now I had no idea what to tell my friends who always ask me how I ended up so tall. But now, As an answer an image of my cycle comes to my mind. Because, a week ago we went over to meet our grandmother and while I had to crouch lower in order to hug her, she said in my ears, “Dekh! kitni lambi hogai cycle chala chala k!”

And I laughed.

So, If you’re still hoping for a tall height, try this ‘Desi dadi Totka’ maybe?! Hah! It’s never too late.

By Urooj Riaz

·      IF WORLD IS A JUNGLE ,THEN WHAT ANIMAL PAKISTAN WOULD BE :

Ø  LAST DAYS MY TEACHER PUT A TASK TO WRITE A BLOG WITH THE TITLE “IF WORLD IS A JUNGLE THEN WHAT ANIMAL PAK WOULD BE “…BY LISTENING THIS TITLE ,MANY THOUGHTS CLICK MY MIND …AT ONE SIDE A THOUGHT CAME THAT HOW SHOULD I START IT WITH…SHOULD I START IT WITH SOME BANANA IDEAS THAT EVERYONE DO i.e. WITH THE IDEA OF CONFLICTING MINDS,CONFLICTING ISSUES OR CONFLICTING SCENARIOS..BUT ON OTHER SIDE … A PRESSURE WAS EMERGING UNCONCIOUSLY…WHAT WAS THAT…WHAT WAS STRESSING MY OWN OPENION…THAN I STOPED MY FINGERS A BIT AND LET MY MIND RELAX TO TAKE AN INDEPENDENT DECISION… N THAT INDEPENDENT DECISION TOOK ME IN THE HEAVEN OF THE INDEPENDENT WORLD…

Ø  I TRIED TO THINK EVERYTHING OPPOSITELY…I JUST TURN THE PICTURE AROUND AND ROLL MY MIND ACCORDINGLY…I THOUGHT IF PAKISTAN IS AN ANIMAL THAN WHAT SHOULD BE THE WORST WORD FOR THIS WORLD… N I GOT NOTHING…DIFFERENT COMPARISIONS CAME IN MY MIND…  DIFFERENT POINTS MARKED THAT DISSOLVED ME IN THE JUMANJEE OF THE HISTORY.. A LITTLE CARTOON STORY TOUCHED ME THAT IF MY COUNTRY IS SAMBA ,THEN THE WORLD IS THE CROWD OF FOOLISH GITHS OF LIONKING MOVIE ,  THAT DID A LOT TIMES TUG WAR WITH PAK AND MY COUNTRY IS STILL HAVE ITS SIGNIFICANT IDENTITY…

Ø  BEYOND ALL THE MISSHAPES, MISCONDUCTS AND MISBEHAVES INSIDE IT,THIS IS THE RAY OF HOPE FOR ALMOST 20 CRORES PEOPLES.THIS IS A LION WHO IS DEFENDING AGAINST THOSE WILD ANIMALS  WHO HAVE DEMOLISHED CIVILIZATIONS OF THE CENTURIES, IT IS THE TARZAN WITH THE SWORD THAT IS CUTTING THE HURDLES NOT ONLY INSIDE OF HIS CAGE BUT ALSO FIGHTING AGAINST OUTSIDE THREATS.

Ø  IN THE END SUDDEN I THOUGHT OooOpx IS TARZAN AN ANIMAL   ??? 0_o…. BUT FEELING BETTER IN MOMENTS COX WHEN I SAW A TARZAN IN MOVIES …I SAW HIM IN THE HURD OF ANIMALS …N THE MAN IS KNOWS BY THE COMPANY HE KEEPS J

By Rida Hussain
Pakistan Is ?

While discussing with a friend of mine that which animal Pakistan is we concluded on a decision that our beloved country is a (cornered) or a sleeping tiger.

Surprised how?

It is not just because of my love and reverences for my nation that I can’t say it a donkey dog owl ostrich or any other weird creature.

But to tell you truth this is the reason I just can’t describe my country as” dog” or donkey. While discussing it with everyone around me and churning the wheels of my mind that God! Somebody please tell me that which animal is Pakistan I received so many responses where somebody said it’s a donkey or dog.

For them they might be not wrong because looking at the stark scenario and circumstance in which we are dwelling to preserve our independence and the battle to restore normalcy back into the country. Be it political social or millitary. One might easily get dejected.

One needs a lot of gut and optimism to resume his belief of better future.

People’s first reaction would be is the writer insane calling Pakistan  “tiger”. 

But why not?

Don’t we have the best army in the world to overpowering the enemies as they are doing it on the borders?

Aren’t  we gifted with a rich historical backgrounds where this soil has witnessed and preserves within itself the treasure of stories from civilizations to civilizations of Aryans Indus and Changhez khan from  Mongols; where each part  offers wonderful historical monuments that narrates the inexplicable stories of its times. The nurturing ground for Sufism- yet another mystical art of poetry which holds in it the golden truths of life.

Does not everyone keep their keen eyes on our state for our geographical and strategic location in the map?

Doesn’t  our land owns with the reserves of the rarest mineral and oils which can give our economy a boost not for years but for innumerable decades to follow?

The difference is just that our classic idols have been replaced by the idols such as Yo YO Honey Singh we are badly addicted whats app, viber, tango. And tell you what I have neither whats app nor viber…weird isn’t it but I am completely fine with it..!

So the day would be marked as the dawn for our country when our honorable and yet not so patriotic minister would stop begging for aids and loans for futile development plans.

The day my fellowmen realized their potentials we will be a roaring from a sleeping one tiger ruling at least our fates and destiny if not of others!

By Mahjabeen

MY EARLIEST MEMORY

Our life is a mixture of so many incidents, but not all of them become a memory. “A memory” that seizes a part of your brain, holding a lesson that pinches you every time you get close to it. And not only incidents, but some people also become a memory that never dies even after they are gone. I have such a memory as a person, who has left this world, leaving behind “A memory” that has taught all of his friends and Family a lesson about living a happy life.

“Khurram Bhai”, My cousin, not less than a brother, a caring big brother. A person who we thought is the happiest person alive, because we never got to see even a little sign of despair on his face ever. A kind-hearted person, always ready to help everyone around, never caring for his own loss, but giving out as much as he could to the people he knows, and also to the people who were totally unknown to him. He had the passion to do something for people, to make his life worth living. Due to such amazing personality of him, nobody could simply turn around without appreciating him or getting impressed. That lively nature made a huge impact of his family and friends too, as nothing could ever be imagined to do without his opinion. 

When we were little kids, he used to visit our place to play with us, tell us interesting stories, bring “CHEEZ” for us, taught us how to install games on computer, and along with that, teaching us all the good things, advising to be a responsible and trustworthy child of our parents. Although he himself was just 20 years old at that time, but we never ever saw him doing kind of things that could have brought any kind of tension to his family. Sports and music was something he loved doing. He had a very beautiful voice, used to sing different songs, entertaining people around, making them smile and laugh. He loved to offer “NAATS” too, that one Naat he was always seen offering was “Huzoor (S.A.W) aesa koi imtehaan hojaye, Salaam k lie haazir ghulaam hojaye”. Khurram bhai, such impressive personality, we never thought could be vanished somewhere. I was one of those, who thought that Khurram bhai has a very bright future, as he is a good student, a good employ, and he is simply a mentor for all us as he always encouraged me, appreciating my dreams. He really became a roll ideal for me. Time rolled and he turned 25, I still remember that day when we all were watching Pak/Ind match, nd suddenly he felt pain on his back but he didn’t complain. But then the pain got worst and he went home. Some days later, we heard news that he got admitted in Hospital, doctors are suspicious for something. Then a month later, he was diagnosed with Blood cancer. But what a Man he was, we all were crying like hell but he was smiling and laughing giving us all hope by patting on our back. The very next month, on the 3^rd may 2011, he left this world and departed for a much better place. That day was unbelievable for us, it was very sudden. Because according to doctors, he could be cured. We all had our hopes high, then how could he be gone? Then later we realized that he was actually on the edge of death, still he wasn’t complaining for anything. Instead he was the one who gave us this hope that he will live. And this was the only thing he lied about. Later we found pictures and videos he made alone on his deathbed, waving, and saying goodbyes to everyone.

 His death wasn’t his death only, our hopes died, our perception about the reality of life died, and a new one was born. I thought, we all have a long life, a lot of time there is. Now I know, that the time is the only less thing we have.  And GOD can call us anytime and what worries me is that, would I be able to gather enough good deeds to impress my lord, in such short period of life? May be I can, but I need to polish my personality like that of Khurram bhai. I know, Why GOD has called him so early, because he must have had all the keys to pass though this world and go to the next level. I am labeling this memory “An earliest one” cos’ it remains alive with us in the form of those examples he marked for us to follow and achieve the real goal of life i.e to become a role model for others to follow. 

By Nisma Chauhan

The animal Pakistan is

I had heard a lot about our sir’s capability to come up with bizarre topics for assignments. Hence, when in class he asked if anyone had any idea for our next week’s blog topic, I stayed quiet despite having thought of one. To be honest, I was hoping for something interesting, which could also maintain the momentum of the class. But this one was rather controversial.

As soon as he announced the topic ‘If the world was a jungle, what animal is Pakistan?’ my brain functioned rather quickly than usual and my mouth uttered ‘Dog!’ Pakistan would be a dog. A golden retriever, a cockle spaniel, an Alsatian or rather a poodle. Dog in the broader spectrum, no specific breed nor structure. Such a reaction was purely based on an innocent thought. I am fond of Dogs. I have wanted to own one since I was very little and once got quite close to having one for a lifetime, but because of religious and social barriers, failed terribly.

When I started to justify my choice to my friends, I began listing the characteristics. By default the first that came into my mind was ‘faithful’; there is something got to be very wrong in that connection.

Pakistan = Faithful. Nah! Who am I kidding?

Then I gave it a second thought and reality struck me by surprise and I murmured ‘Sahi hai na? Pakistan toh kutta he hai! (Isn’t it right, Pakistan is a dog!)’ and smirked. But if I am stating the odds and remarking that Pakistan would be a dog in the jungle, then it would have to learn to act like one. Be brave. Be independent. Fight for its right. Be faithful. Be caring. Be empathetic. I can go on and on with more positive traits than negative. So can this be Pakistan? I highly doubt it.

 I am not being pessimistic here but judging it on the basis of recent events.

So now I am back at square one. What animal would Pakistan be?

I had a whole week to think about it until I sat in my drawing room and mentioned the offbeat topic we had been given. A 70-year old sitting on her takhat (a long bench) voiced ‘ghadda!’ (donkey).

Why didn’t I come up with the obvious?

And yes, my nani (granny) had got it right. Pakistan is a donkey! The one who everyone keeps burdening and yet he says nothing. The one whose voice becomes unbearable to others. The one who can’t stand up for itself. Frankly my dear, the one who no one cares about. (Well I couldn’t help but rephrase the famous Gone with the Wind dialogue)

I don’t think there is a need to elaborate any further on my choice of animal. I myself don’t like donkeys but I do feel sympathetic towards them and for now, that’s all I can do. 

By Tuba Ather

Earliest Childhood Memory

Old people say that childhood is the best part of life. There is no doubt that child hood is the golden period in man's life. There is nothing to worry about. No cares and no troubles. Parents are present to serve us and love us. Take a look back at childhood and remember all its happy days -- the jolly games, the long rambles in the country, the fun I had at school, the kind father and mother and the little sisters and brothers, the old home, the sweets and cakes they used to eat, the children's parties, the jokes used to play, and the present I got when was kid, I had not to work hard to get something to eat; My mother gave all I wanted.

I used to hear stories as I am on bed at night. Everyday my mother tells a new story, one day she said all the stories are ended now; you have to sleep without listing any story and make that habit. I was only 7 years old and don’t know what she said. I cried, shouted “ muje kahani suni haaaaaaai” haha

Then my papa said: “aj me sunnata hun story ap ko”. That story was on me “ek choti si gandi se bachi thi jo roz khani sunti thi magar use kch b smj hi nahi ata tha” . Are you talking about me Baba? I asked.
Nahi tum to achi bachi ho tum khudi so jati ho, me to ek gandi bachi ki bat kar raha hun. My father replied. I said oh ok.

Well in the story the girl was me and my papa was keep repeating the same line “ek gandi bachi thi jo zor khani sunti thi magar use smj kch b nahi ata” haha. It was true because he was repeating the same line and I did not notice that. Form that time I stop listing any bedtime story :P 

By BUSHRA ASIM

Earliest Memory of my Childhood!! 

 “She should be put to death for this, I’ll punish her, I’ll take revenge myself. She killed him! It’s my entire fault I left him alone on the roof to play.” (Crying and sobbing)

 In this sad condition, I was ready to die with grief, I cried out in agony, beat my head and threw myself upon the ground, over whelmed by a rushing current of thoughts, each more distressing then the last, I hated myself for this kind of irresponsible act, and wanting the criminal to go through her punishment.

“Oh stop crying dear! I’ll bring you another one, it was just a chick!!!” said Mom......

  A chick???

Yes…J a baby-chicken!!!! He was my dearest pet, eaten by a cat…

Some of you will call me a born-certified–drama-queen…

The fact is that many people do not realize how traumatic and confusing a pet’s death can be on a child. 3 to 4 years old children gets too much attach and loves their pet, pets are more than just animals their families own — they're members of the family and the best of friends, they takes care of them like their own kid, they spend lots of time with them, some of the children also share their whole-day-story with pets.

Whenever I think about my childhood this is the earliest memory comes in my mind that was really a tragedy, a saddest thing that happened with me in my whole life at that time, but now whenever I think about it, it makes me laugh like hell.

With thousands of tears I shed it wasn't over. I buried my chick in the backyard so that he’ll stay with me forever. At the same night I picked my pen, took out my art pad, drew a chick on it and colored it so beautifully, I placed it on the roof where that criminal act was done, and hid, holding my water gun in hand, and started waiting for the cat…

And this was my unsuccessful plan, I thought that cat will think my drawing a real chick and when she’ll attack it to eat, I’ll shoot her with my water gun, and punish the criminal cat.

“And this is not just one; there are tons of silly and stupid memories of that glorious care free days, Treasured forever are the memories of my childhood, I wish could turn back time and live my childhood once again”...

 

By Kaukab Zehra

EARLIST CHILDHOOD MEMORY

Experience and memories are the vital need and part of our life all the past movements are very precious in our life, although sometimes we don’t want to recall our memory for that particular movement but we abortive to put out of our mind because the truth is that the memory of childhood was never be forgotten at any cost.

This is my first childhood recollection which I can’t disregard and prior to this I can’t recall anything about my life. I was as a minimum in 4th class when I kept in mind my first birthday completely because previous birthdays I can’t bear in mind and at that time I used to wear fairy costumes all in 24 hrs but my mom didn’t permit me to put on before my birthday party embarked so I was in full annoy just go inside the room and locked it from inside there I axiom my mom purse on the shelve I stand on the chair because my height is so small for the mission I want to do then put down her purse suspiciously, on the right side pocket of her purse I saw 3 red note of 100 rupees as I was in fuming so I tore 300rs in 7 to 8 small pieces that cannot be rejoined together in a mean while door was knocked by my father I just go and opened the door with the same mood and without any hesitation. He saw my endowed work that how I tore 300rs in a shapeless order and it won’t be fixed again then he heave all the pieces in the dust bin and kept my mom purse back to its position. He presented a smile to me and asked the reason behind it I told him the issue then he resolve all the matter with my mom without telling her about 300rs in the dustbin.

Still it’s a secret between me n my dad about 300rs but I can’t neglect it even I don’t want to recall my memory for this particular act because it’s a bad thing I did with my mom and kept it as a secret.

By Maha Khurshid
                   MY EARLIEST MEMORY

                                 

Last weekend, Me and my cousin went for ‘shopping’, although I hate shopping, strange to digest na? a girl that hates shopping. But for some genuine reason I had to go for shopping. I was just roaming around, looking for many things and still not buying any thing just touching this and that. But throughout the way I noticed few people really interested to buy something while rest are having fun and did there only favorite job honestly ‘eye to eye’ you know what I mean!

I am not criticising only one gender but all of them. At a point, I am thinking I am at ‘eye to eye’ competition; almost every one is dying to take part in it and wants to win. Even I have observed a man whistled a lady and also passed comments. This is not only happening at shopping malls, but also at streets, bus stops etc.

                   
So, I was at shopping mall, my cousin told me that a guy is following us, I didn’t notice that but later I found she is right. At First, I ignored but he constantly glued his eyes and kept following us. I tensed as current situation of Karachi is unsafe and at the same time I didn't want to create any fuss so I decided to go back to home.

A guy came in hurry and says excuse me (ap ka pouch gir gaya tha), I check my pouch everything is their, and I looked at him silently, I thanked him and rushed away. After reaching home, I relaxed a bit and laughed at my own silly thoughts. So His eye to eye was for a purpose. At least he was being honest, but the thing that came to my mind was negative just because it happens everywhere around us. Every so often.

By Mahjabeen
Perception of my two years experience in Karachi University

Well when it comes to talk about Life in Karachi University, I am surely going to be short of words. Because KU is a world in itself, no doubt! Students spend some memorable time of their life there. So as I did too. My two years in KU were just beautiful. Though I have been living inside KU for like 14 years to be exact, but I had never experienced the savor of actual UNIVERSITY part of KU like i have done in past two years.

 I became the part of Journalism journey in KU Mass comm dept in 2012 and since then I am still enjoying my stay. When I joined university, I was hell nervous about how am I going to make friends, that’s actually the very first question that comes to the mind of every newbie. I have always been very conscious about making friends. Under the strict guidance of my parents, I had to choose good friends so I found some really good friends to accompany me in every university related matter. And then we went on with the flow.

Getting ourselves prepare for our first class that takes place at sharp 8:30, then running for the next subsi-class to catch on time since our dept was way too far. But we used to manage it somehow, by taking rickshaw rides or taking lift to lobby. Then tucking in the canteens to recharge ourselves to get ready for the next class. I used to say that, when there is KU, there is WALKING under the grace of our dear SUN. Due to walking all day round, I started getting sun burns that looked weird on my face. But a skin specialist fixed that problem soon after. I used to keep Pain killers too, in case.

I came to know different CATEGORIES of human being there that helped me realize in what category I fall into.  My good! KU doesn’t only teach you your course, but it teaches you much more than that. How to tackle in life? how to prepare yourself to battle in your Life-field? How to be a HUMAN? and how to maintain your personality? And whatnot.  Life in KU is still the same for me though, except I don’t get sun burns anymore as I have learnt driving now. 

By Sumera Andlib 

                 My earliest memory!

 Well, about my childhood and a memory to choose from it?

 Whenever I think about it this extremely funny thing comes to my mind.

Once long ago, I was watching a full moon, relaxed in that cool moonlit night I was about 5 years old travelling in car with my parents. I don't know, suddenly what the devil made me do the next act, but I removed one of my shoes and in a flash it went out of the window. My mother shouted loudly, 'Wait! Stop the car!' My father got worried and he stopped the car. When my father came to know about the shoe he reversed the car and stopped near that spot, they searched every where and asked the shopkeeper nearby but the thrown shoe was not found. They were upset because my father brought that pair from abroad and so they weren't avalible in Pakistan.

P.s My father still keeps that unfortunate shoe in his closet. I am sorry Dad!

By Kaukab Zehra

Experience of Two Years in University

University life is full of different experiences by which we can get more knowledge about life.  It seems strange to me that Karachi University appears like such an isolated and uncharted territory to those who have never studied there; it is as if people from ku are aliens. Hence, I thought that I would shed some light on two years experience in my mini universe for those who have never been here and who have no idea what they missed out on by choosing other universities over ku.

My first day in the department of mass communication was really unforgettable it was as like as my first day at school mysterious atmosphere and unfamiliar faces irritating me it was a starting experience for me in university life. But when the time walk off various elements of experiences comes in front of me and it’s only happen in Karachi University you can’t experience in other universities.

Eating at canteen and sitting on the floor cheering for your department’s cricket team at the top of your lungs KU is the place to be if you thrive in adopting the street culture of this city. Prem Gali fondly referred to as PG in KU’s own little food street, famous for its small potato samosas and other culinary delights. We have Sufi’s canteen which offers scrumptious, local Pakistani food. Food, interestingly enough, is not the only specialty offered at Sufi’s. True to its name, it provides the perfect setting for all our spiritual reflections and gives one the platform to connect with nature which this restaurant operates.

KU is infamous for the political activities which take place on campus. From clashes to rallies, the student wings of different political parties can raise havoc in the university. This has a positive side as well it represents the true spirit of Karachi. If you are not aware of the political dynamics which surround this city and how to man composition these divides carefully, then you cannot be a true Karachi. KU recognizes that and helps the youth come out of the bubble and face the reality of their city. Being a pampered middle-class person myself, I only came to understand the real politics around me after I got admission in KU.

Now this is my last year in Karachi university but I can’t forget my this precious time because my experiences are with me at every step of my life whatever the situation is always enjoy the university life and work as hard as you can. Pakistan needs bright minds.