Sarfaraz Rehman

Sarfaraz Rehman

The author has worked with large scale organizations like Unilever, Pepsi and Engro Foods in his 28 year career. He has now started an education initiative and writes on various subjects. He tweets as @sarehman

I am an average Pakistani; would you like to hear more?

I am a typical Pakistani and am dying to tell the world who I really am, but no one is ready to listen. In the scheme of things, I could have been born anytime late 1930s onwards, and am gainfully (or rather painfully) employed. Whereas the world is moving towards nano technology, my single greatest skill is that I manage to ‘exist amidst the chaos’. This chaos is not of my making, but the wise say that I deserve it, since I have given my vote to the wrong people. They must be right! Mind you, I have not seen the ...

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When cricket was white and pure

Lord’s, 1982. When Imran Khan threw the ball to Mudassir Nazar, a collective groan went up. England were nine without loss as I watched sitting on the rickety benches positioned on the cover boundary. Sarfaraz Nawaz had gone off from a suspected side strain. Nazar, as he ran into bowl, looked like Shoaib Akhtar from where I was. I saw him bowl, saw the batsman leave and Wasim Bari dive behind the stumps but I didn’t see the ball. Suddenly, England were nine for three – Randall, Alan Lamb and David Gower all back in the hut. Pakistan went onto ...

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The Karachi I used to know

Yesterday afternoon I sat and watched with horror the events on TV, sans mobile phone and only some connectivity via email. Needless to say, it was frustrating, as the main focus of the anarchy was the area around my place of work. How could humans descend to this level in a metropolis where commerce and 20 million lives function together in a place they call home? Is this what humans do to their lives, friends, neighbours, communities and fellow citizens? Having spent two thirds of my life in this city, I know in my heart that I belong here. But this is not ...

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Hanumant Singh, I will always remember you

I remember Hanumant Singh. Now, how many in Pakistan would say that? For that matter, how many in India can say that today? But it is true! I remember him well and owe him a debt which can never be repaid. One hears you asking, why would an individual living in Karachi, have anything to do with an Indian prince? I speak from faded memory, because to go into historical statistics is to lose the charm and mystery of what is just so natural. Sometime in February 1964, aged five, I saw two of my uncles huddled together listening to a Grundig ...

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The best revenge is yet to come, she said

“Mom was right in asking me to spend Ramazan here, Nani. Easier rozas (fasts), smaller days than in Canada” “Yes, beta. There is not much to do here though. There is load shedding and it’s terribly hot; there are not many friends; all the relatives are in Canada, US and UK” “Why is that, Nani?” “Beta, they thought they would have a better life elsewhere” “So why did you not go?” “This is home. I am not leaving my language, my people and my food. What will I do there? Will I incessantly watch TV programmes about unfamiliar things? At this time of life, I’ve no one to tell all the art ...

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Karim bhai: Love and cherish before it is too late

Sometime in October 1983, I happened to be driving past the Hanging Gardens Apartments on the way to a friend’s place to play cards. That area of Karachi was still being developed and the famous Boating Basin was yet to be commissioned. 1983 was a year when we old class fellows had returned from our studies abroad. Karachi was home and had been our shelter for the first 18 years of our lives. It was a joyous homecoming. Life was still young and hopeful. Early career and a slog at work, was compensated by a lot of eating out and ...

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