Monthly Archive for July, 2007

Day 063 – July National Conference in Islamabad

So how was it?

Well, there were more chapters of this story…

1. The way there took whole day, 18 hours to Lahore and from there another 4 hours to Islamabad. A trip that might have been boring if there would not be my MC members, Cluedo, Hundred years of solitude and a great sight of the window with me. Click on the pics to see all of them…

2. The conference was great. I have expected more people based on the original materials but the simple math I could have done also for myself :) It was cca 40 people out of the 100 of members of Pakistan, when taking holidays and internships in concern, it is still a good number.
The atmosphere was good, eventhough only at the end we (faci team and chairs) have found out what was missingnoise (if we dont count the waterfight at 5 am on Sunday, but even that was rather calm.. next time a lil more planning and NOBODY is going to stay dry!!!)!

But dont You worry… next conference will rock the house !

The most amazing part was that the official dinner took place in a restaurant right above Islamabad. Actually there was a long talk if to go or not as there were security concerns but at the end not a single thing was risky, except of the risk of falling in love with that place :)

And for AIESEC in Pakistan the most important thing was that Islamabad was finally accepted as Official extension… These guys are really great to work with (they made a dance that we, MC, tried to use at IC but failed terribly due to technical problems :P ) and I am sure they will catch up to the others very soon!

3. The stay in Islamabad before and after the conference. A very quiet time in Nidas house. Great food, nice place and lovely people…

4. Way back home through Faisalabad, taking another 18 hours home :) Again very enjoyable for me and offering lots of interesting sights…

Day 047 – What has brought tears to my eyes today?

Thanks God that we are leaving for icecream now, I hope sugar will improve my mood, but for sure it will stop me from reading news.

Terorists of the whole world, read my message: “Fuck You! I dont give a shit about what You fight for. I might start listening to You when You stop killing random people!”

Its even hard to hate You… Why?
Maybe You are aiming for a good cause, giving people a place to live, maybe You even think that fighting for keeping of Your traditions and refusing of all “outside evil” is good, maybe You even believe its God telling You to do so. You are wrong… I dont think there is any just idea that can be honoured by killing random people.
And maybe You are like this boy, boy who was sent to study religion by his family, to study how to be a good and just man and finished up to become a suicide attacker, a sacrificial lamb. It had nothing to do with God what You – a man – tried him to do. God has made him fail and be forgiven and sent back home… This was not an idea of a crazy young mind like the boys at School shootings, this is an act of violence planned by a “teacher”, a would-be-holy-man.

Why am I saying all of these? AIESEC is having a conference in Islamabad in 10 days.

Today 12 people have been bomb killed in Islamabad. I am sorry to tell so, but I its hard for me to relate to these people. I have not met them and I dont know their story. But still, I can relate to the situation in the way that the AIESEC members might not come for the conference. The attacks are making it more difficult for me to do good, to educate people, to make a positive change in this society, in peoples lifes.

This is one of the effects to be in AIESEC or other similar organisation. You start to relate to lots of events that happened far away from You, or events that happen in areas (of society, economy, city) that You would not feel connected to. What do I mean? Well, what is the reason that You care about the Islamabad events? Why should You bother even thinking of them and maybe hating the people who did that? … I might be the reason. I hope You will feel afraid about me, feel uncomfortable with the situation, understand the tragedy and if You ever have the chance do SOMETHING about it.

It might be something as small as next time when listening to somebody blaming all this happening on Islam, USA, Israel or whoever else, You remind Yourself of what I have experienced and told You and try to show the person that it has nothing to do with religions/states, but its all about people… The person might or might not listen to You, but if s/he does, You have done a small step towards ending of this crazy “lets kill people to make a point” issue…

I have been having the icecream, thats why my negative emotions are not that clear anymore, You might consider all what I have writen crap. But there is one thing that I hope will happen anyways: next time when You have the chance to somehow help people of Pakistan, do it for me, for my sympathy for this country and its people, for my will to make a change happen in here. Do feel related, You have just been given a little bit of responsibility for this people, I hope You cant hate them all anymore, despite the fact that You will find that SOME people from this country did evil things (9/11, failed July London bombings). Because love is the only way how we can fight with hatred

I dont think anybody except of one or two people will ever read this, but if it touches their hearts and start thinking about it… it had sense.

Goodnight then my friends, thank You for being with me.

PS: it was tears of anger of what they did to me, sourness of the selfishness of this style of thinking, frustration of my limited power to do something about it, sadness for these peole who have passed away (a number that has changed into something that touches me) and relief that I have been able to express at least somehow how I feel about this.

Day 045 – Waves all around my body!

Its 2:35 am. I have told everybody I was chatting with that I am going to sleep and I went… But as soon as I closed my eyes the waves of air from the fan changed into waves of seawater and my bed has changed into a beach with grainy sands

We have spent the day at the beach, it included maybe 2 hours of playing in the waves, trying to get the feeling of laundry in the washing machine… Playing like little kids with a lot of natives watching and after a while joining.

Do You also have the thing that when You close Your eyes to go to sleep, the thing that gave You the strongest emotions that day will just crystalize in front of You? Thats what this was… I will be leaving You now, going to float on the waves again, feeling the salicity on my lips and the power of sea thrashing me around like loose puppet…

I wish everynight when I close my eyes, there will be a vision of something I did that day in front of my eyes, that would mean I did that day something worth experiencing again…

Want to see some pictures? I have decided not to sleep for some more 20 minutes and upload them… Here are some, tomorrow I will upload more.

Day 043 – Gift from home

I am sorry I have not been telling You about what have I experienced and felt for nearly two weeks. Today is too strong not to do so, I just need to get it out :D

Today I have gotten a package. A package from a friend, Lenka… It was on its way from Czech republic for a whole month. There were only three things inside

First one made me laugh out loud for fifteen minutes. I was guessing what it is already when it was packed, there is only few things that are squarish, moves under fingers like shampoo in a plastic bag and has fat that can get through three layers of paper… It was a chocolate :) A special one (insider joke for me and Lenka) and so “normal” compared to all the sweets here…

The second made me feel fine, it was a letter from Lenka where she was wishing me all the best to my birthday that was on 2nd of July. Thank You to You Lenka and all the dozens of people who remembered me… I would never guess it will be so many people.

And the third thing made me think. It was a book. Book from Viktor Dyk called “Krysar“. A czech version of the famous Pied Piper story that was documented also by by the Brothers Grimm. I have spent an hour reading the various versions of the story, downloading videos showing different picturization of it. A story surely worth studying… I will have pleasure to read that book ASAP.

Day 041 – Karachi skies…

I am just lying on our roof and watching the skies and the hawks and crows flying above… Add the wind and their screams with the hum of the city around in background and You got the feeling I have right now…

Just wanted to share a few views…

Day 032 – The circles close… My birthday day

This particular day is among those weird ones. Couple of “smal” things happened between my last post and today…

Saturday 30.06., 15.30 : the new Karachi intern Seto from Indonesia has arrived. A pretty strong storm has come to give him a nice wet kiss on his forehead, but for some reason it missed him and hit only those who came to pick him up (me, Nida and Taha included). Upon meeting him at airport we have been wet like fishes… Cool guy seems like :) Despite the fact that due to rain it was really cold, he asked if its always so hot in here :P Well, a new person has come, I am no more the “new guy”…

Saturday 30.06., 23.59 : during a roof party the MC 2006/07 handed over to us, MC 2007/08. Saying that they did a great job during the year, and if it was not them our (MC 07/08) ideashow to change AIESEC Pakistan, would be useless, everybody knows that… You guys have made the ground strong enough for us to jump high :) BTW I found out that overdosis of Pakola has no effect on me… An MC year is over, I am officially no more member of AIESEC Slovakia and officially belong to Pakistan.

Sunday 01.07., 23.59 : I receive my birthday wishing from Nida through phone in Khurams car while holding a cup of Blueberry icecream and listening to Rod Zombie – Clubbed to death. Very nice moment. Another year is over…

Monday 02.07., 09.00 : I am woken up and going for a meeting in Ashoka, I am caughing like hell, sneezing like Niagara and feel rather shitty/sleepy the whole day.

Monday 02.07., 22.00 : I am woken up and told to go and see the others on roof, as I am the only one still in the flat… Nida says she is sorry they didnt organize anything for my birthday. I personally also think that a year from now I will make the party BIG. As I feel not too well, it takes me some 10 minutes to get up there…

Monday 02.07., 22.10 : I get on the roof, Yao (my roommate from Cote dIvore) jumps on me, people scream Happy birthday and I am given a cake with my name on top :) I am quiet for some minute or two and than just say.. Thank You. As I dont look too happy they think I knew about it all the time… Trust me, I had no idea, but I was just woken up!

Tuesday 03.07., 02.30 : me, Emad, Nida and Seto are sitting at the top of the water tank and watching the city and sky. Seto says: “Its not important where You go, if You meet the right people“. True…

Thank You: Nida, Marina, Taha, Emad, Kurt, Seto, Yao, Wangari, Khuram, Ahmed… And everybody who remembered and sent me an SMS or mail. As my memory sucks I often forget about Your celebrations, I am sorry for that. But maybe one day, I will just find out on time and shock You :D

You said that You thought that I will with tears in my eyes write on my blog how You forgot my birthday. In fact You did the oposite… I feel like at home here.