And I was kicked out of class

“Stand up! And leave. Now!” said professor Ikram in a meaningful tone. The chirping stopped and a grim atmosphere took over. “But sir...” muttered Haider.

“No more discussion”, said the professor. He had to leave and he did. Being fearless is good and rare but there’s a time and place for everything, this was neither.

Haider wasn’t famous amongst the teachers, because he was always questioning. Any and every thing that was obscure to him, he asked. The questions were lame at times but still professors are there to help aren’t they? Today was no different. Professor Ikram was a PhD and we - undergraduates. Obvious…. The difference in intellectual levels.

Today we were studying about the laws of physics, in particular, how the universe was created. The Professor, although knew his science better than most people I know, was a firm believer in Islam. Giving us all the details about the science of how the universe was created by The Big Bang Theory he added, “But that’s what the scientists believe and say, obviously the sole creator is Allah.”

He, Haider, had a different view. “Does that mean that all the data you gave us is incorrect?” he asked. “No, but that’s just according to the current “facts & figures”, science changes a lot.” “Well, how do you prove GOD?” asked Haider. “We can feel HIM. HE does exist” professor Ikram replied spontaneously.

“Well if you can’t see someone/something its hard to believe isn’t it sir? And the theory makes a lot of sense to me.”

“You think you know more than me? “The theory makes sense to you”? If you know so much why don’t you teach all of us. I’ll come and sit in the benches” the professor was apparently not happy.

“I didn’t mean to upset you, but sir isn’t there a teeny tiny bit chance that these scientists are right and there’s no God? Practically, what you are saying is that all the scientist and, with all due respect, you sir, have wasted their time on learning something that can never be true?” Fearless, Stupid Haider was! “You mean to say,” He added, “that all those researches are in vain? All the scientists are stupid?” Fearless, Stupid he was!

The last comment in particular angered the professor.

“All I am saying is that an open mind should be kept while studying different theories.” Haider said. That was the boiling point for the professor.


“No more discussion. Stand up! And leave. Now!”

You Know You Are a Pakistani When :

     You Know You Are a Pakistani When :

• You call every old man your ‘chacha’ and every old woman your ‘mausi’
• You feel your grandparents are there to be cute and give you presents
• Your problem is the entire family’s problem
• Getting a look from the girl you like makes your day
• You greet eid to everyone even if you know them or not
• You can name more politicians than movie stars
• You are old and have a family of your own, but your dad’s glare still makes you sweat
• A match between India & Pakistan is more important than your life
• Your girlfriends’ name in your mobile is stored as your best friends name
• Your ninja skills are checked when riding a local bus

My Philosophy of Life

"Look at what he is wearing!!"
"Do you see him?"
"Must have a bad mother"
"Careless child"

All these and plenty more. Random comments by random people. This particular incident was when I was at a market and a kid passed by who's jeans had been torn over his left knee. There could have been a thousand  different reasons why his jeans were torn. Maybe he fell, did anyone went up to see that? NO! Maybe his family cant afford a better jeans, did anyone try to help him? NO! Maybe he is being fashionable as he sees it, did anyone try and think that? NO! So why comment at all? There certainly is not going to be any effect on that kid and certainly not on the people commenting, other than the fact that they can feel superior in their own minds. But why comment at all? If you want to help that's great, but why give unnecessary and unwanted opinions about petty things?

My Philosophy of Life is "Live and Let Live!"

If anyone has a problem that they cant handle on their own, most probably they would come to another person for help. Only in a minute number of cases interference by another person is required when not invited.  Our current society and system has completely lost the respect for privacy and the need for letting other people live a life without feeling and thinking, "What other people would say?". There is a need to change. By "living and letting live" a person might be able to do things that he/she previously wont because of the fear of how the society would perceive it. A whole new dimension of possibilities can open through this frame of mind.
So please, Live And Let Live!