Been there, EXPERIENCED that!

The shopping mall was a famous one, situated in an upscale section of the city. It was much frequented by the middle and upper classes of society. The car he was driving was of Japanese make, the model, an old one. Dressed in his favorite colors of black, he was the unofficial chauffeur as his elder brother, mother and sister came for shopping for the upcoming wedding in their family. He had insisted upon driving, because he was very fond of driving and was still in the learning phase. So there he sat, behind the wheel, wearing his favorite branded Tee and denim. In his heart, he thought he was looking quite handsome. And that was partially true too. Clad from hair to shoe in black; that was his color of choice and his idea of a stunning set of clothes. Inside the mall, he kept thinking about himself, how he looked, checking himself in the umpteen glass doors of the mall. It was at that instant, while loitering around the shelves that he heard:

“Excuse me, how much for this shirt?”

Flabbergasted, he turned around to find a woman and her children, holding up a tee shirt. Too ashamed for speech, he pointed towards the salesgirl, and quickly walked away towards his family. It was then he noticed that ALL the salespersons of that particular mall were dressed in some shade of black. His anger gone, he laughed to himself recalling a similar scene in a movie he had seen, except that he had no girlfriend to take to dinner to. That day he realized the importance of observation.

And just for your information, this has happened to me TWICE, both in different malls!!

A time to reflect...

The ability to feel and understand the importance of striving for the better, of improving or trying to improve your own self, your lifestyle, your every action, is an important and essential ability. Because if a person who is contented with his life, who thinks that he has achieved all there is to achieve, that the state of affairs could not be much better than the present, anyone who starts thinking like this, or develops such a mind-set, effectively puts the last nail in his coffin. Because you are alive only when your mind is full of ideas, innovation, drive, initiative. All these things, little though they may seem are part and parcel of leading a successful and fulfilling life. And it is all the more important because it is in line with the teachings of Islam, the religion for life, the whole way of life. We say it very easily, but actions define our intentions and we only have to look around you to realize how many are truthful while saying it. Imagine yourself sitting in a dinghy old crowded road side restaurant, eating the dilutest dish of pulses you have ever seen, in plates washed in a bucket full of grey water. And imagine for a moment you are enjoying it. Yes you read it correctly, you are enjoying that dish. Imagine also that it is not your only choice, that you are a well off person who can afford a 3 course dinner in a 5 star hotel, in an up scale area of the city, with eminent personalities sitting beside you. Yet you chose this dinghy old roadside restaurant, all because you think that why put in the effort to go to that hotel, which is, for all its perks, an hour’s drive away, while this road side restaurant is a 5 minutes walk from where you live. This is the feeling I am talking about. One starts to be contented with anything life has to offer. As long as there is no struggle involved, everything is fine, good, oh couldn't be better. And living in this delusion is a recipe for disaster. When one makes it the epicentre of his life, all his actions get affected by this state of mind. He doesn't put in effort for anything requiring more than just the smallest of efforts. He gets up in the morning, misses his prayers of course because that is an effort, goes to mess where food is served at his chair, goes to class, comes back to room. Not a thing more. He has a test, he starts the pc. Sees the screen for half an hour, informs his mind that he has prepared, gives the test, fails in it, does nothing because he is contented with whatever marks he got. His university, one of the best universities in the country, where the environ is reeking of competition, of the race to success, is heaven for him. All because he is contented with what he has, what (if any) skills he has, what he has achieved, nothing more. No sir absolutely not. He is in a fool’s paradise. And he enjoys it. Its ok if all his degree mates are sweating away in projects, societies, whatever. Let them do it. He is contented. He has all the things I could possibly wish for. And here his growth stops. Here his life ends. He is an avid fan of Paulo Coelho, the great life changing writer. Oh yeah life changing experiences and such stuff, that’s his speciality  But he reads it, closes the book and bang! It’s gone. None of the stuff registers with him. There is a line written somewhere about some people who cease to live after some point in their life. Because they stop exploring new options, doing new and crazy things, the thirst for adventure, it all stops. And that is where their life ends. He is experiencing the same thing. He has come to a full stop. Yeah there are a plethora of things to do, ace in studies, do a fantastic project, be a great orator, enhance your personal skills, land an awesome job, or better still, start an awesome venture, travel around the world. Oh yes he is not short of ideas, no one is. He is devoid of any wish, any dream he may have had in the past. No more, it’s all gone. All because he has lost the will, the will to do anything.

A Happening Evening, A Splendid Night...

It was a lazy evening in NUST H-12 Islamabad. Students were cooling off in the café or under the trees. Some were hurrying to the football ground. Others were heading for their hostels. Except for a bunch of crazy students who had gathered in the SCME seminar hall for, wait for it, NSS Welcome! Yes guys! Thursday 26^th was the day when the new, the old and the adventurous gathered for the exciting scavenger hunt in NUST H-12. Our young President is giving the inaugural speech in the Seminar Hall while outside the hall;

Hey, I wanna register my team for the scavenger hunt.

Sorry registration closed tomorrow.

What man, I just came to know from my friend. We have come all the way from EME, come on now!

And a bewildered EC thanks me for coming from 7 miles away while he sheepishly admits that here students don’t even come 500 metres off the road to hear about what exactly NSS is.

Back to the hall the audience is being fed to the 22+ events NSS has held in the past year when out of nowhere the audience starts clapping. After a few moments they are still clapping. And after some time when even the comparer has opened her mouth to speak again, the clapping shows no sign of ending, the person sitting next to me begins to wonder that we have strategically placed people in the seminar hall who were bribed to keep clapping and shouts out loud:

”Bhai kitne pese mile thay”.

 Oh well it’s just the love people give us. Otherwise we are only busy boosting up our registrations to give everyone a chance to stand out. And yes stand out we did. In the sun outside SADA, beside the solar water heater outside IESE, in the parking lot of SEECS, in short all over the academic area of H-12 (minus SMME), the participants were running, searching for clues and solving puzzles in a bid to claim the winning position. And even after the two long hunt they were not disappointed. Well you, wouldn’t too if you were offered a place in the air conditioned seminar hall watching a movie screening, that too after helping yourself to a well-deserved refreshment pack. And did the SCI-venger hunt+movie night boost up registrations ? Well, ask that from the first year SEECS student who I had a chance to have a chit chat with while standing on duty in the parking lot:

So what does NSS do really?

Well, it is just your average society, with a lot of glamour and dinners and lunches. All for a tiny bit of enjoyable extracurricular, combined with working together in a diverse mix of high achievers and mediocre background. And when you consider the trifling amount of work required, it really does pay off nicely.

And Thus She Was Laid To Rest………..

Day after day, she looks at me, calling me towards her with those dazzling eyes of her. Every day I resist her gestures. She seems to be saying something with her eyelashes, but when I take my face close to her, she vanishes from my view, and I can only smell the sweet fragrance of her hair. This has been happening for some time now. Every morning when most are still in bed, I wake up, ready to wash up and get dressed when I have to endure her presence. She merely stays put, all the while seducing me with those cruel looks of her. I am a man, and thus prone to her advances I admit, yet this has to stop, as I so very firmly resolve one day. So it is that I consult my friend. Understandably, he first demands to see her for himself. I am a bit reluctant at first, but hoping that this will end the matter quickly, I allow him to meet her. As expected, she had the same effect on him. He too was enthralled by her beauty, and went raving for hours after her eyes. I lost hope, as I couldn’t think what to do. She was no immediate danger, I admit, but the mere presence of her was beginning to feel extremely irritating to me, not to mention the long hours I wasted brooding over her. After all I couldn’t go on like this, wasting my mornings over her. I say morning because this was the time when I was the most prone to her gestures, and so this was the time she could torment me at will. I could not focus in class too as she kept swimming to the front of my mind, and I would tend to have a glazed look for minutes at a time. Yet my finals were approaching, and something had to be done about it. I had been thinking for days about it, and I knew it was the only solution, although hard on me I admit. For none can ignore such beauty when it comes in front of the eyes. Yet there are things more important in life, as I was constantly reminded by the datasheet plastered on the dept. notice board. So I resolved in my head. The time for grave action had come. So it was that upon coming back to hostel that day. I went straight for her. I took the CAPRI soap cover (on which her picture was) and threw it in the dustbin, complete with the tiny bit of soap that was in it. And so it was that I got rid of her. Some might say my action was too cruel. Banishing her to the murky depths of the dustbin was too harsh a punishment for too good a face. But after all she was only the brand ambassador of my soap (CAPRI). So what if her face is plastered on every CAPRI Soap bar. It was no real harm to her.

 I did this because sometimes you don’t need to provide explanation for your every action. Sometimes, the truth is not enough.

Sometimes there is a difference between what is good and what is right.

 Sometimes you have to smash the photo frame containing Emma Watson’s picture you have got hidden under your pillow. If only because you like Selena Gomez better.

 Sometimes, you just have to detach your eyes from this article, and really think exactly what you are doing right now.

To Be A Janitor's Assistant...

Wednesday afternoon, 15^th of May, and I am sitting in an auditorium waiting for yet another event of NSS, Meet the Scientist, to start. As it mentions scientist I have an image of this nerdy guy with frowning brows and hurried step. Yet the man who is staring out at me from every of the six corners of the auditorium is the complete opposite of what I imagined. This is Dr Adil Najam, as the poster shouts out at us. He is also VC LUMS, winner of Goodwin medal for effective teaching and numerous other things.

Dr Adil’s turn to hold the stage came soon and hold he did. For the better part of two hours or so he took us to an exhilarating and wonderful journey down memory lane, back to when he was a boy.

“When I was four years old, my parents left me at school. They haven’t yet come to pick me up.”

My assumption negated. He was a scientist after all. Only a scientist had to be this crazy to have passed three quarters of his lifespan (judged on the regional lifespan) studying; and still showing no signs of stopping.

I turned back to the stage. Dr Adil (I was beginning to like his personality with every passing minute) was telling how us about some of the lessons he had learnt from his life; “The seven lessons of my life” he called them.

Beginning with a lust for learning, I along with the audience was first lectured about the importance of humility. He was telling he had been a janitor’s assistant in Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT). (Funny, I thought, to travel all the way to MIT to be a janitor’s assistant). Then I heard him saying that his father was a government servant and I was brought to my senses.

He had a taste for dance too, as his life’s ambition was to see LUMS students as waiters in the LUMS cafeteria. Oh, but wait, wasn’t he saying something about being humble, I think that’s why, stupid me.

Then we were advised to build bridges, not walls. Yeah, you heard me right.

Build bridges, not WALLS.

I was just starting to think that being a civil engineer he had remembered some old phrase from his textbook, but then I came to know that he was actually telling us to keep our options open, not limit ourselves. Oh so that’s where the wall comes, I thought to myself.

Moving on to his work in the Intergovernmental Panel On Climate Change, he proudly told us that being a jack of all trades ( Law, Engineering,  Teaching)  he could converse with ease with everyone, as the other men on the panel were so liable to using their respective field’s jargon. But thanks to being in school since 4 years old, Dr Adil was able to sail through. This incident was narrated specially to lecture us on being multidisciplinary (and; this was me thinking, tempt us into learning all the life; fat chance I thought)

There are smart people in this world. And there are good people in this world, he tells us. But being smart is due to no effort on their part, they were born smart. But being good is an art, only few are able to master.

To be smart is good, to be good is great.

And then came the not so inspiring words

“Make friends on your way up, because you will meet them on your way down.”

I am sure we were just as confused as he himself was when his teacher uttered those words. Yet he was right in saying that,

”We all come down sooner or later. It is called gravity.”

As Dr Adil was so kind to tell us. And thus another remarkable session with another remarkable scientist ended with promise of numerous such remarkable sessions brought to you by the so very remarkable (I will say so, I am an executive member, hell yeah) NUST Science Society.

Life In A Professional Society

This is my own story based on experiences and memories regarding the workings of NUST Science Society and my perspective of things happening there.

When I first read the promo of NSS, I got all wide eyed and wishful. I saw in NSS everything an official society is depictive of, the professionalism (at least in their ads), the working way and the general environment. It was all very sophisticated and official and beautiful for me. Yes, I say beautiful because I had this feeling that being an NSS member makes you automatically very important, that you are contributing to the science throughout the world, and that you are at a level above the lowly laymen (read students who don’t give a damn about societies).

My professionalism rating of NSS 10/10.

 Well I applied in publications, submitted the tasks…. and lo and behold; I got an interview call. I couldn’t believe my luck. Being a freshman in engineering and just beginning to grasp the intricacies of the professional world, it was heaven for me that I was being called for an interview!!A real live interview!!!! I got all excited and waited anxiously for the big day. Being from another campus of NUST, I had my interview on Skype. I had this picture of a strict, important looking man, thoroughly professional, with the aura of a dragon. The next thing I knew I was looking at the face of this crazily smiling nice young girl (three years senior to me but still a girl!!!). I immediately relaxed and then we were talking, laughing, sharing experiences and I don’t know what else. But then the meeting (it didn’t seem like an interview really) was over and she was saying that if we select you we will tell you. Ok I said.

And then I waited. And waited.And continued waiting.

 And then again I waited.

Then I asked my elder brother who is doing job whether you call an interviewerand ask whether you were selected or not. I was of this view that maybe I had been rejected that’s why I was being ignored. My bro said ask them, they won’t bite:D Ok I said.

 I wrote them a nice long email asking about what happened to that interview I gave a month ago, and WOW!!! They were tumbling over themselves saying apologies, and that it was a mistake and that they are extremely sorry and that I had been selected. This was one and half months after the interview, mind you! So that’s how my impression of a professional society slipped some notches.

Professionalism rating 8/10.

This is summer semester and the month of May. I anxiously wait for my letter. Which not unexpectedly, never comes. Then the finals start and I am beginning to curse the society heads for being so irresponsible about their recruitment drive.

Then in the fall semester, after two and half months that is, I again contact them and ask them about my selection. Their response hit me like a bombshell. They were saying that it was the beginning of a new session all the old admin had left and they had a completely new admin and didn’t know anything about any recruitment drives in March. What the hell! I thought in my head. I showed them their own promo. Which, againnot unexpectedly, they didn’t recognize. Sigh. I then contacted my campus coordinator, who contacted the HR Director, and after a week of pulling strings, I was able to make them realize that they indeed had selected me and that I was now officially executive member of the Professional Society. Let’s see what lies ahead.

I went to the event immediately after my selection that was MTS (Meet The Scientist).All executives’ presence was mandatory as here was to be a group photograph of the full team of NSS comprising around 80 executives, office bearers, group head etc.  So my friend (who also got selected as NSS member)planned to go to the event. Unfortunately we got very late, and upon reaching SCME (School of Chemicals and Materials Engineering) Seminar hall, we found that everyone was filing out. We waited sheepishly at the entrance for the photograph. After the group photo I asked about my director from the joint secretary and explained to him that we got late;sorry about that. I expected a reprimand, but their response took me by surprise.

Us: Sorry sir hamaydairhogaihm ne meeting misskr di. Apbta den wo(director)kahanhain

He: Meeting misskrdi?koibaatni, group photo me to thayna?

Us: Han sir thay

He: Phirkhair ha

Us: :D

I was just beginning to grasp the meaning of the word professional. Oh so thoroughly professional:D

Professionalism Rating 7.5/10

Then I found my director and had a long chat with my director about how I am from a different campus, and how I cannot come to each and every meeting, probably I will rarely be seen here,I said. Its ok she said. I was thankful she understood me. We had his conversation for like 30 minutes. Then after this we (my friend and i) left for EME College.

 I was now at ease. I had become the member of a professional (looking) society, and I had made friends with director (sort of) and didn’t have to goto their meeting, but still got to carry the tag of NSS with me and show off to my friends. Oh how I enjoyed watching them burn :D

Then a week later, tragedy struck. My director changed and the new director immediately called ameeting of her team. I was left standing in chest deep water. But I managed to wiggle out of this one. And once again everything was ok.

Then one day as I was online on Facebook, I got a message from the president….I couldn’t believe my eyes. I, a lowly executive member, was being inboxed by the NSS President. Wow, this HAD to be important. It sure had to be. I quickly replied her. Better read the conversation.

President: So how does it feel to be a part of NSS finally?

Me:(feeling that I had to be extremely professional and sophisticated as this was the high and mighty president… better impress her).

Me:It feels quite great to be sitting in EME and have some association with H-12 campus frankly and some apprehension on the high level of quality and work. I will have to be on my toes as i will be very concerned about the quality of my work not matching your high level of expectations :D

President (obviously bored by my professional talk):Ok , for now just share it on your wall.

(Sends me the promo  of the next event)

Me: (speechless)

Had I read correctly? Was this really the president? Was this the leader of NUST’sBiggest and Most Professional Society? She was asking me to share the promo on my Facebook wall. What a dumb thing to do. And surely unbecoming of the president. But well I guess she was human too (ofcourse she was -_- , that was me on the seventh sky, everyone else was on first slip , stupid me, share the poster on my wall, of course I could do that, what was stupid in that, stupid me,I will never forgive myself for thinking that way again.

Professionalism Rating 6/10

Well, well, well, so much for professionalism. After daydreaming two months about the most professional society of NUST, I was getting enlightened on every step. After that , as I was to find out through experience, there was not so much work to do as the showoff that came with it. On the society’s main page, the main regular activity was..,. Guess what??? Wishingbirthdays !!! Yes you read correctly. Upon asking the HR Director (whose job I guess it is to keep the page healthy, juicy, and full of activity, no matter how mundane it is ) her answer was;

HR Dir: NSS is a professional society and we wish birthdays to show that we are apart from the grinding factories of the professional world andwe do care about our executives. Fair enough, I thought.

But the continuous lack of activity on my group page of publications was unnerving. Wasn’t there anything to do at NSS I thought?

Then my sensible friend of EME college told me that as NUST is a new university they don’t have that much societies and events, so whatever societies they have, no matter how much people are on their team, work is done by only a diligent few. And the rest are merely on reserve. Wow I thought.

Professional Society Rating: 4/10.

Life kept going on this way. I was at my grandmother’s one day when I got a text from my director “Check fb inbox”. Sigh. I thought. After waiting for any type of work to do for almost two months, I am now being contacted when I have come to uncle’s wedding.

Apni to bad luck he kahrab ha yaar.

 I profusely apologized , she graciously accepted. And life was normal again.

Then next semester started and I began with a new will to scale back on extracurricular. I resolved to give aback seat to professional society (was it still professional? the only thing professional was their two piece suits in events)

The Dawn Of Inspire:

But to my horror, NSS pulls off a big one with Inspire (Internship  Student Poster Presentation), I wasn’t even following it on the group as I didn’t give a damn about internship ( I was still in second year and not interested in internships, at least for now ).

I am at my aunt’s one day and then I get this text from my friend, tune on Sachal TV. I had never heard of it before, but still I tuned in on it, and wow!!!This is my society on TV. Can you believe it. The professional society is professional after all. I tell anyone and everyone under the sun about this event.

I AM in this society. This is MY society. I AM an EXECUTIVE MEMBER of this society.

 Did you appear on TV?

Go to hell dammit. Who cares whether I came on TV or not. IT is my society and I am still a member of it.

But nobody Is interested and I start to cool off too. After all, what is the big deal anyway, Professional society or not, it is still run by students.

What the matter if everyone is not so sophisticated as I hoped, they are after all humans, and you can’t be perfect. That does not mean that I am, but I still felt that these people were super professional people.

 In short I have come a long way from the wide eyed, highup to the seventh sky kid of the first year who wet his pants just watching the message of the president on his inbox.

Enlightenment:

After all, this is student society and everyone, no matter their posts is a student. At the end of the day it is collective benefit for all of us. We all learn from each other. What’s the big deal if we crack jokes sometimes? We are humans too.  And I personally liked everyone’s happy go lucky attitude in the event I went and met them (that happens to be a grand total of two events :D ). At the end I am thankful to NSS for giving me an opportunity, and I am sure I will learn more from it in the days to come.

Professionalism Rating:  Who Cares?:D

Story Of One Rejected In Love

Life is full of surprises and startling revelations. Agreed? No? Well let me share with you a bitter sweet experience. There was this seminar on “Zero Energy Homes” by guest speaker Saad Asif CEO Nexton Group, organized by NUST Science Society under its series of seminars TECHTALK. I attended this seminar and at the end of the seminar there was this interactive question and answer session in which the organizers asked some questions from the audience based on the lecture given by the guest speaker. It was basically a clever tactic to check if anyone was paying attention, plus to make sure the audience stayed on its toes (in a manner of speaking) next time around. Correct answer warranted a free Kit Kat chocolate bar (I happen to love Kit Kat very much).

On the first question asked I eagerly raised my hand determined to win a Kit Kat (i hadn’t eaten a Kit Kat for a long time).

Host: What is the biggest source of power consumption in homes?

Me (effectively misinterpreting the question and with everyone’s eyes on me): Iron

(Silence)…

…

…

God, why did I raise my hand? Why? But then the organizer pronounced my answer as incorrect, and I was relieved of my misery.

Not to be deterred I raised my hand again a few questions later. This time I was very confident my answer was right because I happen to have done a lot of reading on this stuff.

Host: What is the first step to power efficiency?

Me: Reduction of power losses in distribution and transmission.

Host: Sorry?

(I was sitting in the last corner of the hall)

Me: REDUCTION OF POWER LOSSES IN DISTRIBUTION AND TRANSMISSION!!

Host (after a moment of deliberation): Incorrect!

Now, I am seething. The question asked was WHAT was the first step to power efficiency, not HOW you achieve it. I was sure my answer was right. Though not in the exact wordings but still it was correct. Alone, sitting in the corner of the seminar hall, with half of the directors siting behind me, I felt like a fool.

Well you tell me, if I said milk was beneficial for children. And you said no, not the milk, but the cow is beneficial. What would be your reaction? Part of me wanted to raise hell in the middle of the hall and challenge the organizer’s decision. But then I thought better of it and looked forward to the free samosas and tea awaiting me.

During the refreshments when I was talking to other executive members I met my best personality of the day, the organizer himself. I made no issue of hiding my bitterness and shared with him my grievance, to which he smiled and said that those chocolates were a marketing perk to arouse interest in the audience and thus were not for members of society itself.

So this (embarrassing) experience taught me quite a few things.

Number 1: Being the organizer you can’t share the privileges enjoyed by the general audience J

Number 2: Always be attentive in these lecture and seminars, because you never know, there might be a packet of chocolates lying inside that dais.