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Safar Badnamah (Season 2, Episode 2) “Ramzan & Wonderful People Around: All Those Who Dare to Care”


After months I happened to go to school in the morning this time but the scorching sun and it’s friend, bright daylight seemed to make me feel too much of a normal human. My mind was too blank to experience anything, inside or outside the bus except the hot engine and it’s  casual way of roasting us passengers around, I found myself consumed by Robin Cook’s science fiction despite knowing that his endings are abrupt and not so good, at times even annoying.

A dialogue that caught my attention as a reader seemed to be well timed, “College is the ultimate selfish experience.” Well, not exactly that and somewhat along the same lines, college does let you recognize real personalities and real faces, it often makes people’s thoughts transparent or maybe you grow up  to feel the differences around you and admire those who ought to be admired. For me college has been one of the best experiences in life in terms of education and getting to understand people …

The ultimate disgusting road experience came again but luckily rain water had evaporated from the post road effects of Cantt Station. Things seemed pretty slow and thanks to Ramzan, there seemed to be no smokers or the presence of the fresh stench of niswar … now niswar always reminds me of my school days when the same stench of early morning (around 6:30 a.m) niswar used to mingle with the cool breeze to result in an overwhelming effect and attack of nausea …

My thoughts, all of a sudden were overshadowed by the thunder effect of a fat woman’s weight! Ok lets use euphemisms here: ‘a disproportionately distributed lady’ who let her bulk down on an almost nonexistent seat … I mean, for God’s sake, know your own weight, acknowledge it and be nice to those around rather than squeezing, suffocating and cracking the bones of those around. I do understand and empathize her ‘fatness’ who tried to lay me to rest maybe for the sake of this last semester and it’s happenings and my victims but all I had to do was forget what I was reading and try to breathe in and breathe out, inhale … exhale … again, breathe in and breathe out … phew, finally it wasn’t long until the bus reached my destination. I collected my remains and my documents (the by product of too much of an academic thought process … ok, mere printouts that is) I guarded with the remaining Oxygen in me and headed for school … I feel sorry for the minds of those who laugh when I call my business school a school, the definition of which is unknown to some.

After spending a few hours before my class and trying to kill time with bird watching (wood peckers, storks and other migratory birds, we do have a lot of wildlife around … I mean most and ‘ALOT’) and keeping an eye on the fruits of our campus trees my sleep cells really tried to play tricks on me in our Finance class, had I been noticed dozing off for a few seconds there was no chance of being spared for a leg pulling session but then … there were a lot of heads in front as shields … 

Since we know it’s Ramzan we do get to see a lot of warmth and humanity other than the opposite extreme of a violence spree we are all victims of these days. There are good people and there are bad people but then bad people can’t kill the good in those wonderful people around. Since, it’s Ramzan, people are seen on roads, melting away because of the heat of Karachi and yet helping others end their fasts on time. What really surprising was that they were even around at 6 doing that … a group of people had cartons of Nurpur milk and other beverages to distribute for each bus. However, it should be meant for those living far away, who wouldn’t have been able to make it on time till 7:05, the rest I feel did not deserve much besides having a duty to fulfill for others around. I knew I would make it till 6:30 so I understood my position as a traveler. The packaging of this brand, Nurpur was quite interesting … it was very cluttered, for a moment it would make you feel it’s a juice brand but then it’s milk. Olper’s on the contrary, has a very striking corporate colour, simple and yet attractive packaging, may be because of the colour, red, that stays on the viewer’s retina for a longer duration. 

But what actually has disappointed their consumers this time is the absence of their Ramzan campaign, Olper’s without such a campaign this month is like a banana without it’s peel. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a banana buying expert in Ramzan and a true customer of big, beautiful, long bananas … therefore, bananas without their clean yellow peels look incomplete … that’s also a form of packaging.


As I was heading home, the pathan cobbler at the corner of the street was being harassed by a beggar woman who was begging him for employment and not money but he was extremely agitated and told her she couldn’t do this job, ‘Forgive me, just go away!’ he exclaimed in fury. Now that woman was the kind of a beggar who has a value addition of being a pickpocket as well, these beings travel in groups and carry a unique eye for your wallets and pockets. But, my friends, there are new ways of begging …

In light of the current violence of the city, thanks to our inhumane, terrorists (a synonym of a politician often throwing tantrums on the phone like extinct and dangerous babies) and idiotic politicians we do get to see barriers on streets nowadays but there is always hope given to the nation by people like those we see on the roads distributing dates and other stuff for fellow Muslims, just to make this month easy for us, they stand harsh weather conditions and uncertainty around.


"Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree!" - Martin Luther King

Disclaimer: If you happen to be fat and if you are fat and know that you are fat and accept the reality that you are fat, it’s ok, you may continue doing do but please be nice to those around. Most of us were and will be fat some day so empathies and sympathies are all I have … but the same words again, ‘please be nice to those around’. Thank You!

“Disasterous Lawn Billboard Flood & The Transport Strike” (Safar Badnaamah, Season 2, Episode 1)



It’s been a long time since my last travelogue update; however, things are pretty interesting around the city to strike me into hitting the keyboard yet again.

These days, Karachi is going through it’s phase of natural disaster … yes! The lawn billboard flood overwhelming OOH advertising to the extent of making one feel nauseous.  Unfortunately, all brands decided to spam the roads all at once, you can drag spam emails in a spam folder but what to do about these here, there and everywhere lawn billboards? This ‘in the face’ fatigue is quite sufficient to disgust the potential customer or rather confuse her or even ‘him’. Perhaps one day there will be a job opening of an ‘Advertising Exorcist’ for the purpose of keeping roads free from the unanimous clutter.



Indian models are so much  in demand these days that it seems Pakistani models have abandoned their occupation for the practice of purda system or maybe some of them gave up with their bulimia. It’s strange how some of the unknown or rather comparatively less renowned brands have afforded these Indian models, say for example, Crescent Lawn which I am quite oblivious of myself but then my knowledge of such brands is hopeless as a result of it falling prey to ignorance and beyond my interest level. Ms. Sen endorses this particular brand right adjacent to the Tariq Road cemetery, oh the ghosts would be so proud of her after feeling purple with Lux’s purple soap billboard a few days back.

Right opposite to Regent plaza are two billboards of Firdous Lawn, this time they decided to go for Deepika and Shaista, though the former personality might be used for an upward stretch to the brand, the other one looks more like a downward stretch to cater to two unique sets of target audiences … Aww!!! Junaid Jamshed seemed to have Shariah compliant billboards unlike the others but the profit margin rip off deal seems non Shariah compliant at the same time … huh? Extremism …

Everyday while going for my classes I feel sick with this lawn advertisement bombardment especially when Dou Talwar is completely haunted by them all. A few days back after their exhibition Asim Jofa billboards decided to shout a big ‘Thank You!’ in black background … Amidst this chaos and frenzy, may God have mercy on the soul of our lawn flood affected Karachi. Ameen!

Thursday marked the commencement of a transportation strike and thanks to it I got to travel in a joyride, rickshaw after a long time. Knowing that I won’t get my bus that particular day I thought whether or not to miss the class but despite those thoughts I couldn’t think of missing my class, it was a Marketing class, had it been HR or Finance I would have had peaceful intentions of staying at home. Finally I got hold of my joy ride … so tips for travelling alone in a rickshaw:

Tip 1: Look for a Pathan driver …

Tip 2: Look for a Pathan driver …
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Tip 3: Only look for a Pathan driver!!!

However, this particular driver was chewing betel leaf with his constant filth contribution to the society at regular intervals with residue that he spat on the road, he seemed to be a case of identity crises when Pathan drivers usually consume Niswar, unbranded usually with a stench so strong that would make you sick.
While enjoying the jumping jack joy ride, I happened to have asked him about the situation of the strike the next day and he didn’t stop after that. What impressed me was his awareness about current affairs as he seemed to be educated to an extent … from that moment until I reached SZABIST he kept on enlightening me about what he had been reading in the newspaper and the current affairs! These people are the real voters in Pakistan, they know a lot!

“Zardari hasn’t even left clothes on people anymore”, he said, “Unfortunately in our country the cheapest thing is death and human beings!” he scoffed. “We buy flour every week, it started off with Rs. 1,200 but the price increases by Rs. 50 on a weekly basis … these strikes would only be successful if the entire nation is supportive, not driving buses won’t help much.”

Then he upgraded my knowledge about how China had offered us help with the coal powered electricity generation and how much natural resources we have to be self sufficient but in vain. According to him he went to his village in Swat after fifteen years, there used to be a coal reserve which is still there but hasn’t been put to use. That day it there was a lot more he taught me before my own teacher could teach me in the class and thanks to him I finally made it to my Marketing class that I did not want to miss. Often, people face difficulty guiding rickshaw drivers about SZABIST but he knew it as a university inside … something that most do not know about.

The funny part that I have observed is that some students when coming to school through rickshaws prefer to get off a long distance away from the gate so that no one sees them travelling in this vehicle … It makes me wonder why they feel ashamed of being spotted in such a wonderful joy ride that has so much of fun to offer … it’s better than a public bus but then again there is no point of even travelling in a public bus, as long as you get to complete your studies any mode of transportation is a blessing so is your education! Ask the worth of education from a person who is not able to continue with it! Ask the worth of travelling in a public transport from the person who feels crippled due to a transportation strike!

Today was the continuation of the same strike, thanks to the Midterm I got to catch a rickshaw again1 Wow I loved the ride again. However, the stupid terrorist, idiotic group, MQM had blocked the street around Dou Talwar for their idiot tantrum cry baby crapping get together! The nation is literally sick of their BULL S**T! They block ways and rob people!