National Inaction Plan?

'Apna sar fakhar se utha

         Buland kar apnay woh khayaal

   Pooch le woh sabb sawaal

                     Cheer de Khauf-o-Raas ke woh parday'

            

So Friday was full of Political Sensation. From PM Nawaz Sharif's address in Kohat to PTI's preparation for a possible Islamabad LockDown. But the Old School Cigar Swagger from Pindi stole the show, didn't he?

As everyone is talking about it, there's another issue which couldn't grab media's attention and that is a 'Rally held by  ASWJ in Aabpara' to sympathize with Kashmir. Seems a very noble cause, right?

Though I have no intention to undermine anyone's support for the cause of Kashmir but there are some real concerns regarding these 'Noble Supporters'. These noble supporters belong to banned outfits. Yahoodi Saazish? STOP using this hackneyed phrase people. 

National Counter Terrorism Authority Pakistan or NACTA was formed after the APS attack to implement the agreed upon 'National Action Plan'. Point seven of this 20 point agenda states 'Ensuring against re-emergence of proscribed organizations'. About 61-65 proscribed organizations have been listed by NACTA and ASWJ is among these organizations. 

What's more surprising is that the Federal Government itself assisted them for this unlawful procession. Attackers of the recent Quetta incident have been linked to Lashkar -e-Jhangvi which has always been associated with ASWJ and SSP (Sipah Sahab Pakistan).

As Interior Minister has already refused to take action against Maulvi Aziz (as he expressed his allegiance to ISIS) and Law Minister of Punjab was seen participating in the election campaign of terrorists groups, Isn't it true to an extent that we carry a soft corner for certain terrorist/extremist groups?

Coincidence It Was

I can't recall the year actually but i'll  never forget this date i.e. 14th February.

Guys! I'm not into the conventional debate about Valentine as Halal or Haraam. It's just an incident and more precisely a coincidence that I'm sharing with you.












14th February and I was hell bored(as most of us are). Decided to go out in the park for a mile run, which I used to do regularly. People started staring at me as I was running. Some raised their eyebrows too. I felt a bit bizarre but went on with the mile. Suddenly it started raining heavily. Wind was also very strong so, I had to follow the shortcut in order to get back home.

As I was coming back, people were still staring at me. What is wrong with them? Well! There was something wrong with me that day. As I went close to my house, someone passed a compliment regarding the valentine day and I felt a bit angry. But his compliment finally solved the curiosity.
Bro! Its not them but you. Yes! You. You're wearing a red T-shirt with a red hoodie over it and expecting from others, not to stare at you?

I felt quite bad for myself. The very first thing, I did after reaching my home was, that I changed my clothes. I did not intend to wear them so it was a pure coincidence. But it is a memorable one and always makes me laugh. 

For The Love of Camouflage

So no compulsions here, right? Thank God there is some freedom left.

'Keep Moving Forward' The only lesson taught by life and rightly so,as it speaks the in-consistency of my life. In consistency? Well let me jump into the 'Pensieve', Harry Potter style.

Like most of the youngsters in Pakistan, I also wanted to be an Army Officer. My friends, my family members and relatives always called me 'Fauji'. Dunno why but I was always inclined towards physical activities.Whether it was working out or my relatives shifting their house :), I always like this stuff.

Every Pakistani at some point in their life is attracted to the lust of Uniform. PMA ka raghra, Lieutenant ka Black glasses wala Shashka, like on others, also cast a spell on me. But was this the only reason behind my dream?

No! My dream was not limited.I wanted to serve my homeland.

I wanted to sacrifice. I wanted to be labelled as Capt.Akash Rabbani, Capt.Asfandyar Bukhari, Capt. Qasim Zia and I wanted to lay down my body for the motherland.

But! I lost both of my chances. I couldn't join Pakistan Army.
I couldn't wear the uniform. It was all over. Instead of army,
I had to look for something else. Facing saving led me into NUST

Things don't always happen the way you want them to. Now I've started to believe what an army officer friend said to me, after I was not recommended by ISSB, that ''You don't have to wear a uniform to serve your country''

I'm determined to continue the purpose of my life. Medium might have changed but I'm still living my dream. I'm still a Fauji. :)