What did the Pakistan Cup 2017 throw up?

I had the chance to follow the recently concluded Pakistan Cup 2017, a domestic One Day tournament involving the 5 provincial teams, and I have to admit that I was pleasantly surprised at what transpired. I also generally agreed with the overall sentiment that the tournament was a success and was a strong follow up to the PSL 2017.

However, when I took a closer look at what transpired, I wasn't so sure anymore. Team Federal won the tournament under Imad Wasim's captaincy and they did so in style chasing 2 mammoth totals against the other star team of the tournament, Balochistan.

A successful domestic tournament, in my limited understanding, should aim to:

1. Unearth new, young talent for the national side
2. Provide match practice to ear marked players making comebacks from injury or to existing national players searching for form or consistency
3. Provide a platform to practice a brand of cricket which the national team is trying to adopt 

The objectives are not limited to the above but in my view are the most important. Now, on the first point, did the tournament unearth new and young talent? Let's look at the list of the best performers in this tournament both in terms of batting and bowling. 

The top scorer turned out to be the young and spritely Mohammad Hafeez with an aggregate of 362 runs at an average of above 70 odd, three scores of 50 and a score of 100 with a strike rate just under 100. Mr. consistent if there ever was one, but not really a beacon for the future.

The next 3 names make for very interesting reading and I was pleasantly surprised to see Sami Aslam's name right up there. The fact that he scored 2 centuries in 5 innings and averaged a strike rate of 114 over the tournament seems to show that he can up the ante and bat at pace. His 169 came while chasing the humongous 370+ score showing he has the capability to not only anchor a chase of that size but also dominate it.

Sahibzada Farhan, at 21 years was the biggest ray of sunshine with 4 scores of 50 and a century all made at a strike rate of 103 showcased that he definitely is one for the future.

Fakhar Zaman seems to be the real deal as he followed up his impressive PSL stint with more than a good showing here. He was captaining Balochistan as well which augurs well for future captaincy material candidates.

Shoaib Malik and Akbar ur Rehman round off the top 10 but hold little promise for a long term future whilst perennial domestic scene performers, Khurram Manzoor, Umar Amin and Iftikhar Ahmed had a more than good tournament. However, they have thus far proved to be not ready for the next step whenever they have been given the chance.

One name I was personally glad to see back and in the top 10 was that of Haris Sohail. He had a decent outing at an average of 47 with a century and two 50s and a strike rate of 95. I still see him as a long term player in both the ODI and Test teams.

Umar Akmal was disappointing to say the least and I don't understand why he's been rewarded with a trip to the Champions Trophy. If Umar Akmal was going to get called up, Umar Amin might well have received it as he at least proved his 6 hitting ability finishing with 12 sixes as the highest in the tournament.

Rizwan, Fawad Alam, Bilal Asif, Sohaib Maqsood for me didn't perform well enough to earn anything. Another bright spot though was Aamer Yamin who finished as the best bowler of the tournament and the 11th best batsman. Two scores of 50 at a strike rate of 140 with 17 boundaries and 4 maximums, shows that he knows how to find the rope and clear it when its needed.

So, on the batting side, let's conclude that Sami Aslam and Fakhar Zaman solidified their potential and Sahibzada Farhan is a name for the future. Throw in Aamer Yamin as the all rounder candidate and you have 4 names to work with. Decent out of a potential list of 30 batsmen? Could've been better, but I would just about take this as a selector. 

On the bowling front, Aamer Yamin leads the pack with 9 wickets for the tournament at an unflattering average of 33 and an equally unflattering economy of 6.88. With the 9 wickets including a five for in one match, it really comes down to a wicket each in the rest of the matches and one can argue if the overall haul is good enough or not. I tent not to agree and am disappointed not to see a frontline bowler with more wickets overall, however, Aamer's strike rate was 28.7 which is quite decent. Couple this with his batting ability already mentioned above along with him finishing matches and performing in both disciplines in the same match, he's shaping up well to fill that Abdul Razzaq, Azhar Mahmood role. Having said that, the last player who came close was Hammad Azam and we all know how that turned out. The other recent pretenders were Anwar Ali and Bilawal Bhatti with an all too familiar ending. Let's hope for Pakistan's sake this is not a false dawn.

Fahim Ashraf, seems to be another player on the radar, and surprisingly, he's second on the list with 8 wickets at a  much better average of 23.6 and an economy of 5.78. His strike rate of 24.5 is better than Aamer's and his best innings also included a five for for just 45 runs. However, he wasn't able to match Aamer's batting heroics in 4 matches which included a couple of 30s, a first ball duck and a no result.

The presence of Umar Gul, Sohail Khan and Imran Khan in the top 10 is deceiving on a list where 9 is the highest number of wickets taken in a 5 match tournament. However, Umar Gul has the best average alongside Rumman Raees at 22.4 and Imran Khan matches Fahim's Strike rate of picking up a wicket every 25th delivery. Sohail picked up 7 wickets but at an expensive average of 37 and wasteful economy of almost 8 runs per over.

Three left armer pace bowlers in the Top 10, not a big surprise with the generation inspired by Wasim Akram still at it. Waqas Maqsood comes in at no. 9 with not so impressive figures. Rumman Raees does impress however, at no. 8 with the best average and strike rate in the Top 10, coupled with an acceptable economy of 5.6 runs per over, he's still the best bet for a specialist death bowler. Ghulam Mudassar is an interesting name to find in the Top 4, a 17 year old left arm pacer whose figures don't impress but at that age, he merits to be kept an eye on.

Imad Wasim rounds up the Top 10 with a 4.48 economy rate proving that he can deliver on his role. Mir Hamza merits a mention as he put up a decent showing in the 3 matches he played. Unfortunately for him, left arm bowlers are not what the national team is looking for.

So, on the bowling front, Aamer Yamin, Fahim Ashraf come out as young all rounders with immense potential, Ghulam Mudassar to keep an eye on, Rumman Raees, who's already in the national fold and a host of veterans who don't really get you anywhere. With no strike bowler staking a claim and the overall haul being low as well for the top bowler, the finds here are disappointing.

On the second objective of getting ear marked players some form and fitness, the tournament has been useful. Haris Sohail has already been mentioned. Umar Amin and Iftikhar Ahmed had more than decent outings, along side the experienced duo of Mohammad Hafeez and Shoaib Malik, who kept themselves in form. Mohammad Rizwan too had a fair outing in the tournament.

The tournament was a disappointment for players such as Saman Butt, Sohaib Maqsood, the Akmal brothers, Kamran and Umar, and the much touted Fawad Alam. Although, it can be argued that he got only 2 innings, one of which ended in a century score.  

On the bowling side, Junaid Khan, Mohammad Sami and Zulfiqar Babar failed to impress, with Umar Gul, Sohail Khan and Imran Khan doing no harm to their reputations. But it was the all rounders that fared the worst of the lot with Hammad Azam, Anwar Ali, Bilal Asif and Mohammad Nawaz falling further down the pecking order.

On the third objective of playing a brand of cricket, the national team would aspire to, the tournament has been successful in my view. With nine 300+ scores out of a possible 21 completed innings, and a further two scores of 297+, more than 50% of the times teams came out to bat, they hit the 300 mark. You might say, so what, the world has moved on to 350+ scores as a norm and there too, we saw three scores of 350+ with another 5 scores of 323+ showing that more than 90% of the 300+ scores were big ones. The fact that two of the three 350+ scores came in the same match in a successful run chase and that no match had a winning margin of more than 44 runs, shows that teams didn't wilt under the pressure of chasing huge totals and more than put up a fight.

All in all, when the tournament is evaluated in light of the 3 objectives set out, it has been a mixed bag. In terms of the traffic light, the first objective gets a yellow, the second one is closer to a red and the last one gets a green light. Even though the high totals and chasing abilities made for some entertaining cricket, the balance between bat and ball was lacking. It is important to remember that good cricket always stems from sporting wickets. Other points include getting more spectators into the ground and drastically better production values. Both PCB and PTV Sports need to do a lot more in these regards in order to boost the domestic game.

In the end, congratulations to Federal for winning the tournament in exciting fashion and to Balochistan for providing great competition. The power center in terms of teams seems to be shifting from Karachi and Lahore who don't seem to be able to put together winning teams from the biggest talent pools available nationally. With Peshawar winning most of the recent tournaments, Federal winning this one and Balochistan doing well even in the PSL, teams made from players who still hail from Sindh and Punjab, mixed with local talent seems to be proving to be the winning formula. 

The 3 Stooges in My Life!

Don't worry, I'm not going to attempt a long drawn out comparison of how each stooge resembles a close friend of mine simply coz that would be very tiring and boring. So why the title you ask, well simply because its 3 friends that I'm going to talk about......yes its as simple as that!

Stooge 1:

Initially thought of as the original man of steel, a gift to (wo)man kind, the original greek god, mainly because it was widely perceived that this man was emotionless, nothing could faze him and in terms of capability across a multitude of fields, he was par excellence. Be it playing cricket, being a marketeer, being a sales man, being a hit with the ladies you name it, this guy had it all. And his knowledge was unbelievably profound too, again on any subject, but movies and songs in particular from present day going back to your grandma's grandma days (wait a minute, did they have movies back then.....??) was exemplary. Anyways, stories of this guy's ego made Dubai's skyscrapers look like foot stools in comparison, and rightly so. A multi-talented and good looking individual, this guy was your modern day superman. Working at a multinational by day, writing movie reviews by night, teaching at a university in the weekends and hanging out with the boys every chance he gets....you don't get it better than this. By the way did I mention he's a father of 3 and quite happily married (though the last part might be contested by his wife but for sake of happy reading, let's leave it in there).

Seeds  of him becoming bitter and emotion less had been sown long before. Being cheated out of becoming Pakistan's next wicket keeper by Kamran Akmal, carrying around a scorecard from a match he played for Nestle eons ago as proof of his once spoken of invincibility, these were the events that turned him sour. Once he started working, his well known impatience for mediocrity and incompetence on the part of his co-workers was a constant source of frustration for him and reduced him to a whinging old hag. Yet he somehow got through this phase of his life with his pride intact and then he met "The Group".

"The Group" consisted of 3 other guys and the impact of meeting them was, well akin to hitting the proverbial wall! They went at him so bad, so bad that today you see this guy rarely opening his mouth when in their company. He still retains the ability to multi task, but he's lost the zing, the edge, the ego has eroded and every now and then when he tries to get up again mustering up confidence from here and there, he's slammed back to reality by this group of 3. And so it goes on like this like a broken record for Stooge 1.

Stooge 2:

Oh my God!!!!!! is how you describe this one. No way can you categorize this guy coz he has so many faces. Again, initially thought of in a very revered manner due to his long and illustrious yet misleading CV. Don't believe me, well lets go through it together. The guy grows up in Hong Kong, so he gets international exposure and experience straight away. He goes to school at Lahore Grammar when he moves back to Pakistan, which may not be as prestigious as KGS but for a simple guy like me from Karachi, I was already impressed. He makes his way through uni at....wait for it....L......S......E, yes, my dream university, where I wanted to go and learn economics and become the best economist the world had ever seen and devote my life to bettering Pakistan's conditions, but ok wait a minute returning to Stooge 2, you would think that if someone had gone to the London School of Economics, he wouldn't keep ruing the fact that he didn't get into LUMS, I mean fine LUMS is great too, but LSE over LUMS any day man. It was then that we understood the misleading part about the CV because on further probing, you find out that it was actually the LAHORE School of Economics that the gentlemen attended and not the LONDON one. In any case, he then started attending classes in the real LUMS by sneaking in just so that he could one day say he's been inside those rooms. After uni, the guy went through a whole host of odd jobs like working for JAWs, (no not the movie, an event organizing company), his next job was as a tutor and then he found his true calling, he became an RJ at City FM 89, and his call sign was "Jelly Man" (don't ask, that's another long story). Despite all of that he somehow got a job offer from Unliever which he gleefully accepted and moved to Karachi.

Now they say better late than never, but by this time this guy was doing quite well. I mean he was brand manager at one of the biggest MNCs in the world by day, RJ by morning and running his own t-shirt designing business by night. Somewhere along the line he even met his better half and got lucky that she said yes to his proposal so he was even married now. So where's the hitch you say??? Well, one of the biggest qualities this guy had was not knowing when to shut up. This quality alone got him into the worst shit when he met "The Group" that Stooge 1 met. Even if he was not the target of abuse being dished out, he would say or do something that would attract the attention to himself and make him the butt of all jokes. The other 3 realized the importance of having such a guy around and so he became an integral part of the gang. The fall back guy........you can't think of anything, you pick on him and it'll be 100% guaranteed funny.

It is said that these days he's trying out other friends, guys like Y2Q and Hammy the drummer in order to spend less and less time with the original gang as he yearns for that day when he shall be revered again. He tries his hand at photography, FIFA on Xbox and whatever will get him new friends, yet his old habits haunt him. His propensity for food and halwa puri in particular along with the fact that he'll start dancing just about anywhere just about anytime still make him an easy target. And so he trudges through the days constantly asking for a break which up till now I thought was from working but it couldn't be because he never worked that much, but now I get it, its from being himself....

Stooge 3:
The most confused individual you will ever meet. He's the baby of the group simply because he's the youngest, yet he looks like a 34 year old Saeed Ajmal and talks like Albert Einstein's grandson, so yeah he's old. A self proclaimed master of numbers and excel, the man with the photographic memory, a great footballer in the past, a supreme athlete once upon a time and his greatest claim to fame: the girls football team coach at LUMS. I left out self proclaimed human behavior psychologist as well, but I thought you wouldn't be able to digest such a magnificently varied spectrum of talents. On the face of it he's like an ordinary pathan who might be a laborer or taxi driver, but don't be deceived, underneath that boyish exterior, lies a mastermind.

This guy's entry to the group was about 6 months later than the other 2 and he gelled in fairly quickly. However his judgmental ways didn't go down well with the wives and so for a long time he kept oscillating between being part of the family or not. Also, up to this point for some strange reason (although his dad had not given him a car in college) he thought the world of himself and obviously this bloated sense of self worth didn't go down with the rest of the boys. He did have a achilles heel though and once discovered, was exploited to the fullest to cut him down to size as well.

The turning point came one fateful night on the festival of lights in Sharjah, where this poor unassuming chap accompanied "The Group" and that was that. That night is still celebrated in some of "The Group's" homes as that was when the facade fell and Stooge 3 was brought down. Up until then he basked in the glory of his quick wit and numerous victories over the other 3, but now they had their turn under the sun (or rather sun roof as we were in Stooge 2's car). This was the night when the achilles heel was discovered and one particular mannerism, most popularly represented by the words "waisay to" with an accompanied gesture of the hands, became almost like kryptonite for this stooge. Till today all it takes is one reference to the heel and this stooge realizes his place in the world and goes back in his shell with a smile.

As it stands today:
Somewhere in between the paragraphs lies the reality but I leave it for you to guess and ponder over. All I know is that even after having spent about 10 hours in office together, we still end up meeting at each others place the same night, and this happens more or less on a daily basis. I've forgotten the phone numbers and in some cases the faces of  my other relatives in Dubai, because I've stopped meeting them, just don't feel the need as the 3 of these and their families have more than filled the void.

Here's to hoping that it stays like this for a long time to come yet....

Later,
Adil

Save PAKISTAN!

This is what needs to be done and what WE can do:

1. Like Ammar said, the responsibility is with us so we need to straighten up our act and start living by the rules that were set for us by our beloved Prophet (PBUH). That means praying on time, planning our day around the prayers, being truthful, not paying or receiving bribes, not dealing in interest, not trying to save the zakat we owe and taking the time out to pay it to the rightfully needy and so on, you get the drift. This may be easier than it sounds or it might sound like rhetoric but until we truly start doing this in letter and spirit, it won't mean a thing, it won't change a thing. Start with yourself, your wife, your parents, your siblings one family, one neighborhood, one town, one city and eventually a country!


2. For god's sake VOTE. Register your vote and your family's vote. The person who works at your home and his/her family, everyone you can get your hands on. If all else fails, people like you and me need to come out on the streets and protest but till we have hope that change can happen within the system, we should try for it. So please let go of what your fathers and grand fathers and families have believed in for the past 60 years as far as political affiliations go and break the mold. Basically vote for Imran Khan. We can debate all day long but all of us know he's the last real hope we have at a glorious Pakistan. Don't get caught up in "the system won't let him change a thing" let him try for once...... I'm not one fro creating messiahs but history is witness that in bleak times, hope is what gets man through.


3. On a personal front, do as much charity as you can and spread messages of peace, patience and hope to everyone you meet or talk to. Project the positives of Pakistan for once and forget the negatives, you'll be amazed at the energy positive thinking and speaking can bring to you and imagine what it can do to a nation if adopted collectively.


4. What the mullahs need to do. I'm not speaking about the terrorists but your everyday maulvis, imams of mosques, ameers of our different factions. Since the onslaught of bad times, basically since the lal masjid fiasco, these mullahs had a collective responsibility of spreading messages of peace and reminding people to mend their ways. Every Friday sermon should be used as an opportunity to do a collective tauba and people in general need to be reminded of repenting continuously both individually and collectively. They should do more than spread hate messages or anti America messages or coming on Alim online and addressing personal, specific masail. Come on TV and hold collective tauba sessions, if we can have donation telethons, we can have tauba telethons. They should be educating people on the minutest details of how to live according to the Prophet's (PBUH) ways. The first step to revival is acceptance of one's fault and asking of forgiveness from the supreme being.


5.The rest will fall in place, the police, the education, the health, the judiciary etc etc. You ask how, well firstly if everyone will have adopted the ways of the Prophet (PBUH) then there really shouldn't be a problem. Secondly, if you have an honest man leading you trying to get your institutions corruption free, then you shouldn't have a problem. Once you create a positive environment, creativity, investments and brains follow. Our institutions are victims of politics and the age old system of associations and loyalties to kinfolk being stronger than loyalties to religion or the state. In order for you to get elected you make promises to your people of jobs and economic security. Once you get elected if you don't follow through, you lose face and/or you lose support of your people hence you have to hand out jobs to the undeserving. now multiply that problem at the national scale and you have Pakistan.

I have more where that came from, so lets stop talking and start DOING.

They say "Pakistan needs to regain its glory days". I say what glory days, we never had those. Zawal uss cheez ka hota hai jo kabhi bulandi par gayee ho, we've never reached the top yaar..... we're still fighting amongst ourselves. So the question should be: "How high is high for Pakistan"

It's all my fault!

This one's been a long time coming hasn't it?? Truth is I just couldn't find the inspiration to write about something that was important to me.....well maybe I did, atleast on 2 occasions. On the first one, my editor (read wife) didn't allow publishing rights, and on the other I was too lazy to put pen to paper, or is it fingers to keyboard nowadays.....

Anyways, to cut a long story short, these days there's a general theme doing the rounds, somehow, I find myself at the center of the universe and funnily enough its not due to me becoming an egotistic megalomaniac overnight. 

I'll quote 2 small incidents in my defense and I would like you as the readers to be the judge and jury, and help me reinforce the theme I've stated above or negate it. 

Incident 1:

A friend has a flight back home in the morning, earlyish, so I humbly offer my services to drop him to the airport, knowing full well that I will not be sleeping most of that night due to prior commitments, still I offer, coz I'm such a swell guy, always willing to help out. The friend readily agrees. The flight is at 9:25am, so we decide on a time of around 7:30am for me to be at his place and for us to be at the airport around 8ish to be on the safe side. Now mind you, this friend has also informed me the night before that he has checked in online, which usually helps and means that you can show up a little later, drop off your baggage and proceed to passport control no questions asked. Now I go to sleep at around 4:30 after the morning prayers, having set all my alarms, but shit happens, so I oversleep by ONE snooze and wake up at 7:40, precisely when the friend decides its now a little late so I better see where Adil is. Ideally I should've been at his place at 7:30 or 7:45 at the latest, as it turns out I reach at around 8 and we reach the airport around 8:25. By the time he reaches the counter to drop off his baggage, the guy at the counter informs him that its too late and that they've closed the counter. So my good friend calls me to tell me to turn back as I'm on my way home as he might have to give me back the luggage as he could still go on with carry on baggage. 

As it happens, he catches a lucky break and somehow gets on the plane with all the luggage, but in the aftermath of the incident, who gets blamed for almost making my friend miss his flight or at best leave his luggage behind. Now all i'll say before leaving the case to your capable judgement is why counldn't he have called earlier? wasn't it his flight to miss? his luggage to check in? but no guess who's fault it is???

Incident 2:

The following day is eid so the prayers are early in the morning. Another friend sends me a message asking what time are the prayers, and I reply saying 6:15, I get a reply saying "Done", thats it, thats all it says. However, I'm supposed to understand from this one all encompassing word, that I'm supposed to wake up this friend well before the prayers and pick him up to go to the mosque together. So when I some how wake up and go to the prayers after only an hour's sleep because, you guessed it, prior commitments, I barely make it through them let alone the sermon that follows. I come home at around ten minutes to 7 and I get a call from the same friend who has now woken up and brazenly accuses me of being the sole reason for him having missed his first eid prayers here in dubai, albeit not in so many words, to be fair to him. Obviously that makes me feel a bit guilty, but because I'm so god damn sleepy, I just hit the pillow and doze off. 

You tell me, ho does one word mean so much?????

Now, I know that based on 2 small incidents, I may be exaggerating a bit by saying that everything that happens good or bad (mostly bad) is my fault, but believe me when I say that a married man already carries the burden of being blamed for everything so when his friends start doing the same, the world does start to crumble. I mean isn't it enough to be carrying the burden of being late for every dawat, forgetting the eggs, mixing up the dhania with the podina, not noticing the minutest change to the hair, not being able to answer spontaneously to the eternal question: "Why do you love me"?, or for the gas running out at the wrong time, for the microwave to stop working at the wrong time, for asking for tea at the, you got it, wrong time; if all that wasn't enough, I'm now responsible for letting my friends down....I'm going to break into a sob now.....

oh wait, it just got worse, there's another power failure in New Delhi, guess who's fault it is?

later.....

Horrible Bosses!

There's a common saying in the corporate world, "people don't leave companies, they leave bosses". Why is it that this particular breed is the same? how can it be? all humans are different, every one has a unique DNA, different fingerprints even, yet when someone graduates to becoming that dreaded being called a "BOSS", everyone becomes exactly the same, how?

My first prolonged and proper interaction with this ajeeb aur ghareeb kaum was when I started to work at  a multinational back in April 2003. I had gone through a couple of internships and a couple of one month stints before landing up there, but this is when I really found out what a "BOSS"can be like.
My first day, and I found out that I was to have a female boss, I had heard even weirder stuff about this gender of the species, and when I finally got to my desk she was waiting. She seemed pleasant enough, didn't have any devilish horns, or a spike tail, and if I remember correctly actually smiled. She handed me my project list straight away and so began our journey, one never to be forgotten by me and one that I would profit from remarkably.

When you're at this MNC, you have to understand that even the receptionist and the tea boy are challenged to be their best day in, day out. Even they have to follow the "success drivers" and play their part in being a member of the High Performing Organization (HPO). So the fact that this trickles down (or up, depending on how you look at it) to the ABMs really isn't a surprise. We were a bright bunch if I do say so myself, fresh out of university with dreams in our eyes of being successful (however each one of us defined it) but all of us were violently brought down to earth by our respective bosses. In those first days, every bit of self confidence was ground out of us to the point that you thought whether you were good enough at all, whether you even had it in you to be successful. Terms like "batti sessions"and "äaloo aagaya" were commonplace. Whenever you saw an ABM with his/her boss in a huddle room, the prevailing rumour would be of a batti session in progress under the guise of a "öne to one".

In my time there, I had been taken to the cleaners on numerous occasions. I often wondered how important was that comma or full stop that I had to be called back from half way home and complete the document. That I was kept in office till 2 AM in order to prepare for a meeting the next day. That I was given a dressing down for the promoters not knowing my name which meant that I wasn't involved in the project enough, and the funniest of all, being asked to go through a piece of A4 sized paper without tearing or cutting it, oh and in the same session I was also asked to stand on top of the table, I forget why though. These plus other numerous altercations mainly around me wanting to go home quickly, and my boss wanting  me to put in more hours, led to the embedding of continuous resentment against her and developing a victim mentality.

After 3 long years, I had had enough and decided that this life wasn't for me. Its not that I didn't want to work hard, but I didn't want to be consumed by my job. For me the job was going to be the means to an end which was a more fulfilled life after work, however, I may chose to spend it. I took the first job that came my way and made the first mistake of my career. Anyways, the stars were smiling on me and I quickly got out of that predicament and landed a job at my current place of employment, another MNC, where I've been now for the past 5 and a half years.

The start here wasn't very rosy as well. Here, I walked into another Pakistani belonging to the old school of autocratic management, believing in might is right and really maintaining a control on every little thing I did. Once again I found my wings being clipped and the style being cramped. Since this was a start up in this region, the office was very small, not more than a big room which at its full capacity seated 5 people. In this environment all phone calls were overheard and promptly disturbed, every meeting was followed up on with detailed feedback and minutes being sought even on weekends. Eventually, I was reduced to being a paper pusher with a fancy title and responsibility portfolio, my creativity was being blunted and initiative had been beaten out of me completely. I had become what I had tried to avoid all along, a work horse. I hated going to office everyday, and each day took special will power, prayers and my personal predicament back home to get me through it. One and a half years of this and I had reached a nervous break down. Once this man was rotated and left the scene, the others and myself were left completely drained, both emotionally and physically, totally devoid of any energy to get anything done. I spent the next 3 months doing nothing, just getting by and god bless the man who replaced my first boss, as he not only put up with me at this time but actually took measures to correct the situation. If it wasn't for him, my faith in such a thing as a good Boss would've been lost forever.

Every breed has an odd one out, every family has a black sheep and so in walked the black sheep of bosses. This person bucked the trend and changed the whole mindset. His approach to being a boss was so different and refreshing that finally we found the room to breathe again. slowly but surely, the positive attitude, the constant encouragement and the completely collaborative style got me up and running again. I enjoyed the 2 most fruitful years of my professional career and quickly went up the ladder from a SBM to heading the marketing department. Since then the first guy has come back and he's been my boss now again for almost 2 years. I still remember when I found out that he was coming back, I had palpitations and tried to do everything in my power to jump ship. For some reason that wasn't to be my escape and I stayed on. In the beginning there was ample evidence that the same old ways were to be employed and it didn't matter what I had become or developed into, for him, I was going to be the same old boy he could bark at and get his work done.

Things have turned out differently, both of us are still here, I have found my voice, he has changed some, due to feedback from me and others like me and we're surviving. I was thrown a line atleast on a couple of occasions to ply my trade elsewhere, but both times I turned it down and stuck at it. Having spent more than 8 years working under different bosses, I can safely say that I have learnt from all of them and that I wouldn't have it any differently than it was since each and every experience has shaped me and made me what I am today. Having a team of 8 now of my own, I would also like to think that I handle my team completely differently and actually apply my belief that keeping a happy and congenial atmosphere actually gets more work done rather than keeping a tense atmosphere. That people should be motivated by an inner desire to do their best and an aspiration to be the best rather than being beaten into submission. Let them fly, let them make mistakes so that they learn from them, don't hold them back and most importantly smile while going about it. The only qualifier is that everyone is sincere and is willing to learn, once those qualities are confirmed, there's no limit to the fun everyone can have.

So here's to all the bosses I've worked with, thank you for all the time you put in with me, however misguided, I have definitely learnt a lot from all of you, whether its what to do or what not to do, but my advice to the first 2 in my career would be to still take it easy, take a deep breath and slow down. Take stock of your lives and really decide whether this is the most important thing in your lives, that this is the legacy you want to leave behind. This is how you want to be remembered? I'm sure the answers to all those questions will be a resounding "no", so then why do it? why behave in this manner? Just so that you can get that next pay raise or that next promotion, and then what? I am a big believer in everyone getting what has already been set for them by Allah. Yes we need to work hard for that and be sincere in what we do, but we don't need to turn into monsters. Just think about it!

Later,
Shaku

P.S. I expect my team to post only positive comments about me should they read this :-)

A Tale of 2 Holy Trips!

A muslim is supposed to perform the holy pilgrimage at least once in his lifetime, free from all debt and obligations, sponsored by himself and when he’s old enough to understand the significance of it and perform all the rites in order and with the correct intentions.

I have had the honour of performing this trip twice in my thirty year old life and the 2 trips could not have been more apart.

Trip 1:

Sheikh Adil Hussain is 17 years old, studying at The Cambridge High School in Dubai UAE. The year is 1998 and the month is April. Adil has been in a relationship with a nice, sweet girl (who will remain unnamed for reasons you all know too well J ) for about a year now. It had all started off when the 2 had hit it off at the junior school prom a year earlier, the senior prom was 2 weeks away and this would be their chance to celebrate the anniversary in style. This time, there would be no going as stags and hoping for a good time, this time there was the anticipation of a special evening. Discussions on the dress and modes of transport had started when the bombshell fell.

Enter Mom: “beta you’re going to Saudi with me for Hajj in 2 days”

Adil: ________________________

That’s right I was speechless! How could this happen to me? How could I miss the senior prom? How could I miss this special moment we were going to share together? Boo hoo boo hoo, much sobbing and whining later, I still ended up boarding the bus from Shah Faisal mosque in Sharjah bound for that most holy of trips…..the Hajj.

My parents had duped me into going along by keeping me in the dark till the very end. The reason for this deception was that my dad couldn't take off from work and my mom needed a mahram to go with her. Its then that I realized that the injection I had received a week or so earlier was for this purpose. My mid term spring break which I was going to remember forever was slipping away from me. Turned out, that I still remember it but for entirely different reasons.

The trip itself was a blur, I fell ill almost immediately and when I say ill, I mean seriously ill. All I recall are endless roads, bad food and smelly toilets at our pit stops and me not being able to even sit up straight. Oh and did I mention witnessing the death of an elderly woman on the sidewalk next to us on the morning after Arafat and Muzdalfah? The irony was that everyone around thought it was the best thing that could happen to anyone, dying during Hajj, guaranteed eternal bliss and a one way ticket to heaven.

I came back seriously depleted in weight and with no hair on my head, I cut a sore sight. The first comment I received was not a “Mubarak ho” but “you look like you’re strung up by a hanger”.

I promptly went back home and instead of sleeping saw “Pyar kiya to darna kya” (the latest release from Salman Khan and Kajol) and then received congratulations on performing Hajj from my cousins at an Awaz concert 2 days later. Clearly I had had my sins forgiven and come back reinvigorated!!!! Yeah right.

Trip 2:

Sheikh Adil Hussain has now matured and is a 29 year old man with some modest accomplishments behind him. He is spiritually and religiously more inclined than he was previously following the influence of a close friend and an awakening back in 2005. The year now is 2010 and the month is October. Adil has just paid off all his loans and is now debt free. He is somehow able to muster up just enough to take him, his wife, both his parents and his thus far single younger sister for Hajj the following month.



Saba, his wife has gone to Karachi ahead of Adil as they will leave from there for Saudi as Hajj was a wee bit too expensive to go on from Dubai (40,000 dhs vs. 13,000 dhs per head). By this time, the couple also had the good news that they were expecting so there was a sense of peace and accomplishment in the air. Everything was going well and in the right direction, life was panning out the way it was supposed to.

Yes, predictably another bombshell. (Come on, admit it, you knew there was one coming right?)  I receive a call in the middle of the night that Saba has felt a serious pain and has been taken to hospital where she’ll be operated on immediately. I was supposed to fly 3 days later, however, upon hearing this, quickly took a flight for the following day.

I went straight to the hospital and by her bedside, once satisfied that she was okay I let the news of us no longer being parents sink in. There would be bigger decisions to make pretty soon. Saba’s grandmother (henceforth known as nano) started crying and resigned herself to the fact that we were the victims of someone’s evil eye. Saba lost her child and would no longer be going for Hajj as well, sob sob. Saba’s mom was also feeling sad but keeping up a strong front. I on the other hand was stuck in the middle of it all and for some reason or the other didn’t for once think that Saba would not be going with us. It was the same kind of feeling I had when Benazir got shot and we were to get married the next day and everyone wanted to call it off whereas I was intent on going through with it. I tried to calm everyone down and said, we’ll see what the doctor says. There was still a week for us to go.



A little before this, out of nowhere, my younger sister also got married in late Sep and promptly pulled out of the trip as well (it obviously wasn’t as simple as that, but lets leave that for another blog). For her, we managed to get almost a full refund, however, now at this late juncture, getting the cost of Saba’s trip back would’ve been a challenge. Saba will tell you that this was my only motivation to make sure that she went along on the trip J. Well, that wasn't entirely true.....

The doctor said Saba needed complete bed rest for a week and would need a further 2 weeks of more rest vs. activity. I said perfect, because, Hajj itself was a good 4 weeks away however, we were going earlier to be able to go to Madinah as well. Somehow I convinced everyone around that she would go with us and we’d take her in a wheelchair.



People actually asked if she was "Masoom" meaning retarded  :-)



Can’t say it was a cakewalk but boy am I glad she went along. It turned out to be a truly divine experience and there were certainly moments that I felt the closest I have ever felt to Allah. Saba recuperated well after the initial 16 hour arduous journey of getting to Makkah, and then used to look forward to our trips to the grand mosque.

On one of the first tawafs I was taking Saba through, I cut an old man’s foot from behind with the wheel chair, purely unintentional but I was being a bit cavalier with my driving. The guilt was so immense that I actually did a whole tawaf for that man not knowing whether he was able to complete his or not. I still ask for his forgiveness in my prayers.



Other highlights included the al Baik trips and the 9 hours it took for us to get to Madinah, otherwise a 40 minute drive. My mom saying “humain nahi jaana” like a kid when asked to vacate the back seat in the bus knowing that was the only seat she could stretch her legs out on. Arriving in the wee hours of night at our so called hotel in Madinah and being blocked by a qaflah from Ivory Coast, who had been informed late that they had to vacate the premises to make way for us.

Bed bugs in the hotel beds, tikka from the Paki restaurant, losing our luggage on our way back from Arafat and Muzdalfah, the mad dash for a clean toilet in one of the road side clinics and most of all going through a sea of people twice knowing that one misplaced step could lead to a stampede. The trip sure was churning out its fair share of memories.



On the night of Muzdalfah



Once the actual Hajj started, our camp at Mina ran out of water, we didn’t get any bed space inside the tents which were supposed to have air conditioning, so were forced to stay outside, which turned out to be a blessing as it was stuffier inside. We avoided eating or drinking much so that we wouldn’t have to go to the toilets, which was a fair way off as we had to go to the next door camp.

I have to say that the time we spent at Arafat was probably the most meaningful for me personally as I really felt connected. I started to read the dua in one of our books which was in Urdu and then suddenly was prompted by a few guys in the group to read aloud so that they could take part as well. I swear I have never read so much Urdu so fluently without mistakes as I did that day, and somehow the words evoked emotions of guilt and true submission at the life I had led before then. Such that tears started rolling freely and I started to pause to allow for genuine sobs. It is said that if you can truly ask for forgiveness from the bottom of your heart at Arafat, your Hajj is done, and I would like to think that this is what happened with me.

Numerous other such moments, but the proudest of all was knowing that Allah had made me able to provide this for my parents and given me another chance to do it the right way. Can’t thank the Supreme Being enough for that opportunity and for letting us come back safely.



My Parents



Moral of the story: there is none; just that we all go through different phases in our life and we feel and react differently to the same things during those phases.

Later,

Shaku

Ye Dunia Jee Laganay Ki Nahin Hai!

I reached office yesterday and was settling down switching my computer on and going about my daily ritual when a new colleague of mine walked in and went past my desk to the HR reps sitting behind me. Having HR placed behind me has been a source of some good entertainment ever since we moved into the new office so I thought this would be interesting. In the new “open space” it’s a bit difficult to ignore conversations that spring up close by so eavesdropping is the new national pastime J

Anyways, the gentleman is a new transfer into Dubai, as is the case with the company these days since many departments are relocating to Dubai. So this gentleman has just joined the long line of “expats” living in Dubai and he sounds a bit ticked off. “I went to the bank to open an account yesterday, did you know that in Dubai if you die, then your account gets frozen and your family doesn’t get any access to the money? Did you know that you need to have a will made and registered with the bank so that it enables access of funds to your family if you happen to die, and that this will needs to be drawn up in Arabic and registered with the courts? Even then it might take weeks before your family gets any access to your funds? Why didn’t HR tell me this before? Why don’t you advise all expats coming into Dubai as a matter of policy?” and so the conversation continued, largely one way traffic with the HR reps squirming for replies, but weren’t able to muster up anything substantial.

The conversation ended and the gentleman left steaming, basically wanting the company to foot the bill for drawing up the will since it was an expense he had to undertake being an expat, but it left me wondering. I thought to myself, just because this guy’s a gora he could mouth off and will probably end up getting his way, but this applies to any expat who lives in Dubai. That’s probably why majority of the expats don’t keep their money here and save up in their home countries or in forms of gold, except for the people who have lost sight of reality and have come to accept this place as their “home”.

It’s these people I’d like to address.  There are countless stories of people having spent their entire adult lives here 20 years, 30 years, sometimes even in government, and at the end of it had to leave the country as soon as they retired since now they didn’t have a visa. Not everyone was lucky enough to have children who had been brought up here on the farce they call education and landed good enough jobs to be able to sponsor their parents and that too for only a year. There’s something inhumane about asking someone in their 60s to just pack up and leave and go back to their home countries to try and settle into a new system all over again where more often then not they have lost any semblance of a social network and the family is a bit alienated since you’ve spent all your time abroad. The look in those same relatives’ eyes is killing when you realize that it has dawned upon them that you will now be here forever and will no longer be the distant cousins who would be coming home bearing fancy gifts every other summer.

The children can’t be blamed either because they’ve grown up on an overdose of “the good life”, ineffective education or a job market that isn’t ready to hire expat fresh grads. Why? Simply because they don’t have to. The government only asks them to hire local fresh grads because that’s the indigenous population they’re responsible for. We’re just the necessary evil they have to live with so that we can keep the country running or building their egos even higher. It’s the nature of the beast that companies have established here knowing full well that the local talent is not good enough to cut it, therefore the need to bring in seasoned professionals from outside or bring in foreigners on temporary assignments. This simple fact adds to the temporary nature of the place.

Add to it the glitz of the shiny buildings, the high profile events and the over the top landmarks and you get the feel of a huge life sized amusement park, which again by definition closes down at nightfall.

It’s all a big fish net. You get drawn here by the prospect of earning in dirhams and you say this is big money. You convert into your local currency and you think, no one in my class would be earning this much, so you jump at it. You tend to conveniently forget the costs will be in dirhams as well. Again countless stories of labour class workers being duped by high promises into taking loans to come here and then being stuck with less than half the pay they were promised and a mountain of debt. Can’t go back coz they have to pay the debt off, and wait a minute, their passports have been locked away so they can’t go even if they wanted to just leave.

The people who fare slightly better said to themselves, I’m going for 3 years, 4 years, 5 years max, that’s how long it’ll take me to save up to do this this and this back home, then I’m jumping on a plane and back it is. During those years, they end up marrying, having kids, taking on debt and it becomes harder and harder to just get up and leave. Its like quicksand.

Scores and scores of people headed back to their home countries during the mid 90s and now post the Sep 2008 recession, and came back with their wills broken. Not having the energy to start afresh and put their efforts into one last venture that’ll put food on the table. Many families were split while staying in Dubai because of a rule that didn’t allow 18 year old sons to be sponsored by their fathers. This meant that either they send them to the expensive colleges and universities here or send them abroad, not everyone could do either. The result was “visa runs” for these boys who would go back home for a month and wait for their dads to somehow get a visit visa for them so that they could spend another  3 months in precious Dubai.

The phenomenon called Dubai has resulted in the formation of at least two lost generations. One that came to find gold originally as they came back like ghosts in their own home countries drained of all their powers, and the children they bore, who grew up to be soulless individuals capable only of reciting the latest movie, mobile phone or gadget model number, or the latest car on the street.

It truly saddens me to now see some of these people left over here in Dubai still trying to hold on, regardless of their circumstances, just trying to stay on in Dubai come what may. God knows when they’ll wise up and realize that all of this temporary. The irony of the similarity of the “Dubai” story with how this world is a temporary abode before we cross over to the hereafter cannot be ignored. As muslims, we’re taught to prepare for the hereafter all our lives by being good humans, follow the 5 tenets of Islam in the best way possible and try to inculcate the habits of our beloved Prophet Muhammad (P.B.U.H) into our lives as much as possible. Treading on this path sincerely, will lead us to eternal salvation, or so we’re told. We’re told to shun away the temptations of the world, and lead a continuous battle (jihad) against our self as we have by way of being muslims, submitted our will to the will of God. Now apply all that to anyone who’s staying in Dubai with all the realities existing around it. Eerie right?