Stories about man

Parenting the digital generation

It is normal now days to see very young children in Pakistan confidently operating technology, possessing cell phones and using social media. A seventh grader can multi tasking; constantly uses SMS to communicate, spending a lot of time online, staying connected with people through the social media and surfing the net and checks out brainpop.com to get homework help while simultaneously listening to his/her iPod. Many young people have blogs by the age of 13-14 years now. So, even if their essays or stories do not receive a good grade in class, or their ideas and thoughts are not entertained ...

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How my driver said yes to contraception

My driver, Qasim, beamed at me in our car’s rear-view mirror. “Kara liya! Hum nay baccha band kara liya! Main nay apni biwi ka bachadaani operation say nikalwa liya” (We did it! We got permanent contraception! I got my wife to get an operation to get her uterus removed). I beamed back – the two of us, partners in glory. Strange conversation with a driver indeed. I settled in to my seat and thought back over the past few years. My mother was the first one to tell me about Qasim’s wife – pregnant with their eighth child, her listlessness and apathy had scared ...

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Yank-bashing over a cup of tea

Our pancakes had just arrived when we heard a loud: “Who do you think you are, you bloody CIA agent?” This was followed by a chuckle in a male voice and an accented: “What makes you think I am CIA? How can you even be sure I’m an American?” What followed was a ten-minute long loud rant, in the first hoarse female voice, complete with expletive ridden language and name calling. My mother instantly guessed it was Dr Shireen Mazari. “Who the f*** do you think you are? How can you treat a Pakistani this way? Get this man out of this restaurant or I ...

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Saving lives should not be this hard

I was enjoying a wonderful meal at the new food street on the pier with my family last week when I heard people gasp as two men carried another young man to the green sidewalk. They dropped him and disappeared. My first thought was this man had fallen into the water – but I was wrong. I rushed to assess the casualty. Eager spectators had gathered around the young man – some of them instructing others to perform maneuvers which were extremely contraindicated in the given situation. I pushed through the crowd only to find the young man hyperventilating, followed ...

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Selling rewards for the after-life

Sex – and anything remotely connected to sex – sells. Whether its one-liners in Nandos ads punning on ‘peri-peri hot chicks’ or a Twitter upload of Anthony Weiner’s manhood, sexual innuendos are popular. Don’t ask me why – I’m not a social scientist and I don’t purport to know why people are so interested in the act. I just know that they are.  And this YouTube video proves my point. This ‘scholar’ (I hate to use this word to describe him, but this is a public forum and I am going to maintain a certain level of respect) is preaching his ...

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MF Hussain: A barefoot artist

From London we have received the report of painter MF Hussain’s death. He had been an unwelcome man in the country of his birth ever since he painted some nudes representing certain Hindu deities. He had been a globetrotter of sorts for quite some time but when he left India this time the doors were firmly shut on his return. I am reminded here of Ghalib’s verse he used for the opening of his memoir: The blisters in my weary feet had starting bothering me, it’s nice therefore to notice that the path ahead is quite thorny. The barefoot painter had long ...

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The last refuge of a scoundrel

Not a day goes by when I don’t feel disgusted by some within my own profession. They range from journalists who will do almost anything for a free lunch and those who will rub shoulders with almost any man in power in order to gain whatever personal favours they can fathom. Recently I was accused of being ‘anti-state,’ and a ‘RAW agent’. And all this because I pointed out how one particular TV talk show host was claiming to be working for free in an event paid for by taxpayer money. Since then, many powerful people have called me up and ...

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An open letter to the Chief Justice, from a granddaughter

Did you know your grandfather Mr Chief Justice? I knew mine rather well for a man with 21 grandchildren. His name was Nasir Ahmed Chaudhry. He lived to be 90-years-old and was a retired Major-General. He was killed on May 28, 2010 in the attack on the Model Town Ahmadi “place of worship” – first wounded by a grenade and then shot repeatedly by a terrorist. These are the facts; you can read them in any number of newspaper articles. Let me tell you what the papers don’t know. My nana used to pick me up from kindergarten while I lived in ...

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Where have all the good men gone?

Pakistani women are so obsessed with… Pakistani men, marriage, mating and all things marital. Can you blame us? With a huge plethora of Adonis look-alikes bustling in every nook and cranny of this purest of pure land of ours, how can we, the ‘weak’ women, keep a tab on our feelings? Every man in this country is so refined, so gentle, so well read, high in character, solid in convictions, true to himself – a hero personified. A Pakistani man is unique in body, mind and spirit – put on this land for the pure pleasure and delight of Pakistani women — an ungrateful ...

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Zamzama violence: Chivalry is not dead in Pakistan

Anyone who knows me well will tell you one thing about me. With the exception of my dad, I despise all men. More specifically, all Pakistani men. What good are they really? With cannibals, rapists, child molesters, bombers, kidnappers, abusers, honour killers populating the country, why bother depending on or trusting a man altogether? But recently, a certain event in my life forced me to do a complete 180 degree on my incredibly biased and extremist view. As a struggling writer and journalist, I spend countless hours at a shady coffee house on Zamzama swigging infinite cuppas in the pretense of writing. The ...

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