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another year gone by…

you wake up one morning and the realization hits you…

“children on the road dont call you uncle just because you look older…. its because you are old!”

its been a roller coaster ride so far. i have to say i am the luckiest guy on this earth to have parents who would give so much to see their kids happy. and also the luckiest that i had the sense not to choose others over them.

this year, my birthday was again celebrated in murree, in what is quickly becoming tradition. a weekend of relaxation, hiking, fresh mountain air, breath taking views and sharp chilly wind was just what the doctor ordered! and it was totally worth the nausea to get up there (i have motion sickness…)

this year was supposed to be a good one, by the grace of God, it is pretty much still! give or take one incident which pretty much changed the course of life…

still, im glad it happened… the cracked magical mirror was actually telling the future… how could we have been so naive…

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in the battle of nature vs nurture…

nature always wins!!

(from the movie, the wedding crashers)

so true!!

more on this later….

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some words were all that it took

what happens when some simple words, spoken at the wrong time, to the wrong person can set off such a disastrous chain of events that everything you’ve worked so hard to setup seems to come down like a deck of cards… a red hot, smoke emitting, smoldering… deck of cards.

an unfortunate choice of words they were called… a simple misunderstanding the matter was discarded as…

but the biggest element which was not considered were just how dear the matter was to his heart. the fact that his feelings counted for nothing, that his reaction was termed as despicable and the consequences squarely on his shoulders made him out to be the bad guy. the one who wanted to breakdown the process, shove it aside and destroy whatever that was left.

he wasn’t all bad.. neither was he all wrong. he did react, but no matter how much ‘over’ she claimed, it wasn’t over. he reacted to the words, the insinuation, the insult… and he reacted to what he saw was a future… where the next times the words were spoken, they would be spoken not him, but to whom they were actually directed at. in a fit of anger, impatience and (maybe) negligence, the future self of them would have an inferno on their hands. for from that moment, there was no turning back…

that is what he saw in his mind, and that is what he thought he would preempt.

but then, a ray of hope shined through… the sensible words from an enlighted person, the matron dealing throuhg love, the matriach of prosperity and even divinity itself. her words brought him back to the now, told him that the future was still not written, and that history was before him to learn from and to take steps not taken before, for they already knew the results of the paths treaded upon.

she taught that pre-emption was a good strategy, but not the way it had played out. that safety and security of the unit was of far less consequence than that of the collective, and that no matter what he thought of it now, he was part of the collective. and that he must now care for the safety of it, and provide security to those within it. for everything that happens in that collective, then stems from knowing that there is security within it. that society may twist and turn all that there is to ply after the favour of the conceited, but to twist and turn it within yourselves was only allowing them control.

her words were soothing, and slowly he started to heal. the time spent scratching the scabs, ripping them out just to watch them grow again… only to scratch them out… the endless cycle was now coming to an end. the hurt was diminishing, and the pain subsiding… he starts to see clearly again… and destruction is not on the cards…

all it took were words…

because all it ever takes are words…

there is never an unfortunate choice of words my dear…

because only the words themselves are left at the end of the day.

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the essence of living with a man

We’re simple in the sense that we have simple needs, but complex because getting those needs out of us is the challenge.

Not sure whether this has already been said, but its one of those quotes which i think should’ve been said. Dedicated to all those women who think their men are complex creatures

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The Move

“I’m moving to lahore, accepted a job offer there and after completing my notice period in karachi.. will fly out”

That way in May 2007. Since then, i met the love of my life, an opportunity at work which i didn’t even think would be possible, and a chance to be closer to parents in Islamabad. A month later, the lahore offer tanked, and i was still left in karachi…

The new offer saw me moving to Islamabad to October, or so i thought. As soon as October rolled around, i got a project at work which required me to be in Karachi. So the trip was delayed.

The new date was in November….

On 14 November, after numerous consultations with everyone around me on the best way to move, i was informed by my office that the reason i was going to shift early, a new business opportunity, was delayed… my stay in karachi had just been extended to 18th December.

By now, the move was a standing joke, with most of my friends considering that i had already shifted and more and more people were continuously surprised to see me around the city. Many thought i had come back on business trips or was just visiting. Little did they know….

The 18th December date, however, was not to be either. The project was not yet finished, and i needed more time, so Dec 31st was selected as the date.

Then the bhutto incident happened, and we lost almost 4 to 6 working days because of that. This time i even had a confirmed ticket for the 31st, which i had to have postponed.

The next date i got was 13th January. Determined to make it this time, i completed all i had left there. Luckily, even my viva was completed (which deserves another post in itself), and i didn’t have anything to hold me back….

Till the morning of Jan 13th, i was waiting for some other thing to happen, something which would again postpone the event…. but it didn’t come. I started packing at 2 AM for a flight at 10 AM, was done by 4 and almost dropping from exhaustion.

And then i slept.. after setting a multitude of alarms ofcourse. The sleep was disturbed at best, but the alarms didn’t work still, she called over 20 times, i answered 7 and promptly slept on her.. (it was hilarious, atleast to her and so im safe).

So after waking up at 9:40, going out of my mind that i’ve almost missed the flight, leaving home in under 10 minutes and reaching the airport a minute after the deadline for check-in, i entered the airport apprehensive. The girl at the counter, looks over to her supervisor, asking the dreaded question “should i process this? he’s past his time and i’ve closed the counter”. I look at the supervisor, for what seemed like an hour, waiting for her response… in reality, it took only a second, a quick nod, followed by the affirmation “yes, yes, process it! i haven’t sent the stats yet” saved what would’ve been a very embarrassing, not to mention a very expensive event.

Thus begins the new life, in Islamabad.  Now, im waiting for her to come and join me, and to make this life a lot more exciting.

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Confession!

I have a confession to make…….

“hi, my name is mansoor, and im an addict!”

Yes! that’s my deep, dark secret…  today, im sharing it with all of you, in the hopes that maybe i can stop feeling so guilty all the time.

I’m totally, madly, deeply, addicted…

to…

gluco biscuits!

i just cannot get enough!!! not plain, not dipped in tea, in coffee or covered with cheese!

…and i dont wanna stop either

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oh and i love the taste of hot, sweet coffee with it the best!

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night out with the boy!

sometimes, the best kind of dinner is with family, just two of you, discussing events in your lives, and being carefree for that half hour!

yesterday, i took my brother out to dinner, and after a very long time, we bonded really well. before, it just used to be while driving back and forth.

we talked about our day, our jobs, the upcoming moves, car fixing and future ideas.

sometimes, i feel as if i’ve really neglected him and dont really know anything about him…

but then he comes up and surprises me with clear, thoughtful insights into the mysteries of life and i have to take a step back and think, he’s done really okay for himself.

at the end of the day, doesn’t matter what or how he does what he does, i still feel proud of calling him my brother!

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on a side and totally unrelated note, why are call center operators at banks often named ‘laila’? and why do they have a sultry and seductive voice? especially if they’re working at a ‘islamic’ bank?

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What is true love?

and how do you know if you’ve found it?

Last night, i was standing on her terrace, hand in hand, strolling in the slight crisp cold that are november nights here in Karachi, when the question struck me.

I’m very happy with her, and over the last couple of months have gone through enough tests to realize that we actually have a fighting chance of a good life together. Time and time again, there were events, there were upheavals, and there was drama, yet last night, we still were hand in hand. That got me thinking into how did i make the decision, how did i ‘know’.

When you’re single, and especially when you are in your teens, this is the singular, most important question in your life. (Well, it was in mine anyway :p).

How do you know if its true love?

The answer, in my case, was simple, as well as infuriating. I just did. Its like one of those things which smack you in the middle of your forehead on that lazy sunday morning and you go… ‘aaaaahhhh!’.

Breaking it down, i believe it was the cross questions which came to mind everytime i thought about her. Or rather, which didn’t come to mind. Previously, with each girlfriend i’ve had, i’ve had to ask myself these questions. Is it true love? Can i spend time with her? Can i spend my life with her? Whats her most adoring quality? Whats her most disturbing quality? and so on. I’m a hopeless romantic, and was quite keen on falling really hard each and every time. But in most of those situations, i could come up with a hundred reasons of why it wasn’t, of what really irritated the hell out of me, and what i needed to look past, before i could find reasons to realize why i loved them. With her, it was almost the opposite.

I believe the first thing which takes you by surprise is the ability for love to shock you. Not physically in anyway, but something subtle which makes you stand up and take notice. With her, it was when she told me the origins of the english nursery rhymes which we’ve grown up hearing. Ring-a-ring-a-roses and Hot Cross Buns. Now in itself, its not something extraordinary, but when you take into account that i’ve been interested in literature and history for the last decade, done extraordinary amounts of reading and have never met anyone who could tell me something i didn’t already know, it was huge. I was actually in shock for three days! From then on in, she’s surprised me in more ways than i care to count. Each time, being more pleasant and enlightening than before, and not just in literature.

Then comes the part of having high standards. I have developed very high standards, so high infact, that i genuinely believed a girl like that didn’t exist or rather couldn’t exist. I wanted a girl who had many facets, who could be a genuinely interested in what i had to say, yet have the brains and wits to one up me. Who could understand the subtle jabs, just by twisting a word or a pronunciation and know when i was thinking what. Essentially, someone who was better than me.

And lastly, commitment to excellence. Someone who wouldn’t settle for mediocrity just because its expected, someone who would go the extra mile to break those expectations and yet not break a sweat. I cant live with someone who’s happy with the status quo. There’s always something which needs improving, something which needs changing and being proactive about it is what makes my life worth living, and by extension, our lives worth living.

Coming back to true love, that is how i had broken it down. And how she, in the very first week, had managed to capture my attention, my love and my devotion. Of course, there were other signs, such as hospital visits and coke which helped in the decision, and a lot of things which i later discovered which cemented my decision.

So in conclusion, true love isn’t cultivated, it isn’t grown, and it isn’t found. It just happens when you least expect it. I knew it then, i know it now. She is definitely the one.

I love you babe

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A tribute: Rear Admiral Tahir Waseem (Late)

There are some people who come into your life for just a fleeting moment, yet leave behind a profound impact on how the course of your life runs. Such is the story of the role Rear Admiral Tahir Waseem (late) played in my life.

He was the person who first introduced me to the world of the internet, teaching me the basics of Internet Explorer and websites like Yahoo, back when i was 13 years old. He was the one who ‘gave’ me my first modem, a 14.4 Zoltrix Internal modem costing an arm and a leg in those days. (I later found out he gave the bill to my dad after i had gleefully installed and configured it on my machine. :p)

Before he came along, my computer experience was pretty much limited to a standalone system, running a few BASIC programs and writing a few commands here and there. He somehow challenged me to be better than that, to learn, to innovate and to find solutions. His natural way of teaching and transferring the enthusiasm he had for all things technical made me decide this was the field i wanted a career in. I even recall him giving me my first lessons in FoxPro, (which wasn’t even visual in those days).

Years later, i found him once outside a computer store looking for the latest version of MS Visual Studio, so he could learn it and develop a few office applications to help at his new post at Karachi Port Trust. An office which didn’t even have a fax machine before he arrived, and had a complete internet/intranet setup before he left. He was also one of the persons instrumental in bringing a corporate intranet to Pakistan Navy, managing to convince many a senior officers to give the project a go. Later i learned, he was the project manager on one of Pakistan Navy’s biggest software project,  PNS Dockyard Automation system. There are among the many feats he had in his career, feats which enabled him to rise in the ranks of the Navy and reach one of the highest ranks an officer can hold.

Even on the personal front, he was a gem of a person. Not being able to have his own children, he and his wife adopted a child and raised him as their very own. The joy the child brought to their life was unmistakable, even when he suffered from major illnesses and was in and out of the hospital alot. He was right there by his bedside the whole time. It was a joy to see the love they shared and gave me hope of a better world, had more people like that existed. He was fun loving, jovial, had a great sense of humor, and was one of the few friends of my father i could sit and talk with for hours without feeling uncomfortable.

Tahir uncle, you were an inspiration, a teacher, a motivator and a role model. If i have any place in the world today, rest assured you played a major part in it. I am sorry i couldn’t visit you much lately, and i that i missed out on the opportunity on every trip i made to Islamabad.

I will miss you terribly, and remember you always in my prayers.

May God give you your rightful place in Jannat, alongside the other greats of this world. Amen.

Rear Admiral Tahir Waseem, Director General MTC Islamabad, died in a road accident while returning from Attock after attending the marriage ceremony of his niece on 21st October 2007. He succumbed to his injuries before reaching the hospital, while his son still remains critical condition at CMH Rawalpindi. Other members of the family in the car, including his wife, escaped unhurt.

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more seminars

So recently, i was called up to give a seminar in which i didn’t think i did good, but my peers did. In a review by teeth maestro on KMB

After the captain it was Mansoor who took over the proceedings being
the designated presenter. His casual style of put everyone at ease
which made it easy for a number of ‘pro-bloggers’ to interject and give
a their own opinion on the item under discussion. Simply said I think
Mansoor did justice to the presentation

Good right? Yea, im trying to tell myself that too.

And now it seems im on a roll. yesterday, while nursing my flue i got a call from this teacher in Muhammad Ali Jinnah University, who had talked to my boss and booked me for a seminar for his students on Tuesday. According to him, he thought it would be good to ‘inform you since you’d have to come’.

Got to work this morning, spent time on making the presentation and at 2:30 headed off the seminar. It was my first attempt at standing in front of over 200 people and trying to not make them sleep through it. I fared pretty well, at least no one seemed asleep and i managed to get them to laugh a couple of times. Mental note, its not easy to make a room full of 200 people, who are not there out of free will, to laugh.

So here i am, sitting once again at work, nursing the flu complete with the runny nose, wondering just how the hell did i manage to get through that thing. I have a completed presentation and a flower bouquet to show for it, but still, it feels quite unreal.

And im beginning to wonder how well the biggest decision in my life is going…… which is another post.

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