By Javeria Siddique

Two Years Experience Of University Life 

Uff!! Two years…..well really two years. It seems like yesterday meeting a girl with big eyes under frameless glasses looking anxious and little annoyed. She was sitting right beside me eager to say something but holding on to it. I asked her a question and she answered as if waiting for it to come from ages.

It was the very first day of my university and it was supposed to be our orientation day but supposed to be and to be are different things at university of Karachi.

These years have no doubt made me crazier, bothersome, maddening and annoying to my family and friends as I have learnt a lot (a broad grin).

What I have learned is a tricky one to answer…..I have learned most importantly to search the needed information, copy and paste then getting it print with my name flashing on top with highlighted font. Not forgetting to mention that I am a very good student and I score well in semester exams as well so clearly it’s not only my perception.

I have learned that we should not have any morals and ethics and we shouldn’t be feeling bad about any cheating which is “ZARORI”. How come am I supposed to make all the assignments on time without copy, pasting euh??

And I accidently came to know in these two years that there are very “PARHE LIKHE LOG” in our society. It was astonishing because before coming here I just assumed it’s going to make no good of me.

Despondently I was wrong the faculty is so good here and I wonder why we underestimate public sector to the extent of disgrace and embarrassment??

Well I still have a complaint well ok! There are many but one I want to revolutionize is unpunctuality and this was the question I asked that girl with glasses who turn out to be my friend now. I asked her why on earth they are always late. Admissions late then list late and then start of the year late and now orientation…..also late and she simply said are you new in Pakistan?

I now realized it’s not the culture, it’s not the public sector and it’s not the Pakistan. It’s me all the time it was me I take it for granted that in UOK no one gonna ask me anything, no one is bothered so I encounter myself, my very own self not individually but as public. I know it now that I can’t blame public as a whole it should be me to be changed and to bring the change.