Hoping to be human someday!

Tum Karo To Chamatkaar…

Wednesday, April 29th, 2009

My office starts at nine in the morning. Being the most punctual guy in the world, I leave at nine. Miraculously, my sister also leaves at nine for her ACCA internship crap at Forde Rhodes or Foot Rhodes or Food Courts, whichever way it’s spelled. [Don't blame me, there are at least a quarter of a million words in English, they could've picked up any uncommon ones and formed a name. But they had to act all childish and invent a crappy one.]


According to her, she has to reach at nine-thirty or her manager manages to become a volcano (I wanted to use the word mango here but I had to compromise for the sake of comprehensibility, not everyone’s as smart as me. And if you didn’t get this one, comprehensibility is not a word as far as Dictionary.com knows). For the past week, she kept my ass on fire and started becoming a wailing alarm clock everyday as soon as the minute hand got within 60 degrees of nine o’ clock. And the magnitude of the continuous wailing was always alarmingly proportional to the increasing attraction of the minute hand to the number ‘12′.

Ali, niklo bathroom se, main chhor ke chali jaoon gi!

So I had to bear the pain of getting ready by nine everyday. Yes, this is the reason for me being the most punctual guy in the world. I mean, come on! I need time to get ready for office. And I’m always sleepy in the morning. (Well you can blame my sleeping hours everyday which are usually < =5).

On Saturday, I had to listen to her screaming and it became even more bearable when my parents and grandfather decided to contribute some. I’m seriously going to kill this manager dude someday!

Now on Monday, I decided I had seen enough wailing and got ready before nine. Proud of my acheivement, I came to the dining table only to find that my stupid sister was not ready yet. She was calmly going around, getting “ready” which is essentially wearing extremely stupid clothes with some extra-stupid make-up, and thopafying herself with so much perfume that my eyes roll back in my head from the excruciating pain in my nose!

And then I was like, “What the hell! Isn’t the manager going to lose it today?”

And she kept on thoping make-up. I was pissed! We left the house a good fifteen minutes after that.

My office is near CAMS P.E.C.H.S., not on the main road. The route we take is from Guru Mandir to Shahrah-e-Quaideen, where I get dropped off and the driver takes my sister away. Whenever she gets late, I have to get off on the main road and walk the rest of the way.

Now my anger reached it’s peak when after getting me late, she asked me to get off on the main road because SHE WAS LATE. Can you believe this?

Ain’t no way I was getting off on the main road! Hell NO!!!

I punished her by taking the car all the way to my office. It was her own fault. And apparently, dressing up for office was very important and worth getting it from the manager.

Then what’s wrong with me taking my time to get ready?

Yeh kya baat hui?

Tum karo to chamatkaar, hum karein to balaatkaar?


Knowledge Of The Book

Friday, January 16th, 2009

I have been going through some Quraanic translations lately. Consider the following translations of Surah Al-Qalam, 1-6:

Ahmed Raza Khan: Mohammed Aqib Qadri:

Nuun* – by oath of the pen and by oath of what is written by it. (Alphabet of the Arabic language; Allah and to whomever He reveals, know their precise meanings.) You are not insane, by the munificence of your Lord. And indeed for you is an unlimited reward. And indeed you possess an exemplary character. So very soon, you will see and they too will realise – That who among you was insane.

Yusuf Ali:

Nun. By the Pen and the (Record) which (men) write,- Thou art not, by the Grace of thy Lord, mad or possessed. Nay, verily for thee is a Reward unfailing: And thou (standest) on an exalted standard of character. Soon wilt thou see, and they will see, – Which of you is afflicted with madness.

Pickthal:

Nun. By the pen and that which they write (therewith), Thou art not, for thy Lord’s favour unto thee, a madman. And lo! thine verily will be a reward unfailing. And lo! thou art of a tremendous nature. And thou wilt see and they will see Which of you is the demented.

Do you find a difference in translation?

Anyone who has studied the Arabic language can see that every word has multiple meanings. Hell, even in Urdu there are words with multiple meanings, not to mention English (try learning words for GRE, you’ll go mad!) I’m not a scholar on Arabic but I’ve seen and heard examples of such words. I’ll share one with you on an upcoming post: Rasool-e-Ummi.

So which of the above translations is correct? I mean, in which meaning did Allah reveal the Quraan?

Scholars can gather on one specific translation and declare it to be authentic. What if some scholars gather on one translation and some gather on another? Which is correct? Is the level of knowledge of these translators and scholars enough to decipher the words and intention of God?

Qayaas, as it is popularly known, or unified human opinion on a subject (”unified” might be wrong but “human opinion” isn’t), is spread widely in the Muslim world. Different problems are solved in this way by Muslims. Religion has become the thought of humans, rather than something from God.

And now we have Qayaas on the Quraan. People gather and say “Hey I think this verse means this!”

Notice the word think.

Surely when the Quraan wasn’t here, humans were thinking about idol worship (Laat, Manaat, Uzza, etc). And about Jesus and the Trinity. And Yahweh. And Rama, Krishna, Seeta, etc. They still are. Now that the Quraan is here, would Allah trust humans with thinking about the meaning of the Quraan?

And now that they have thought about it, you can see the result above.

Some will say “the Quraan says it’s an easy book to understand”. But we already see that above, don’t we? There are countless more examples that I’m too lazy to post.

In Surah-e-Namal, the tale of Suleiman and Bilquees is told in which Asif Bine Barkhia promises to bring the throne of Bilquees to Suleiman before he can bat his eyelids, just because he possesses a “little knowledge of the book”. Uh-oh, is the name Asif Bine Barkhia even in the Quraan? Whoops!

Doesn’t matter. What matters is the following verse (it’s actually not the whole verse, only the end part):

Qul Kafa Billahi Shaheedam Bayeni Wa Bayenakum Waman Indahu Ilm-ul-Kitab!

“(O’ Prophet) say: Enough for witness between me and you, is Allah and he who possesses the Knowledge of the Book.”

(Thunder: 43)

Oh-kaayy…..I know Allah and the Prophet. Someone know the third guy?

Asif Bine Barkhia can move a throne in a jiffy if he possesses some of the knowledge of the Book. And then there’s this ‘third guy’ who possesses knowledge of the whole Book. Imagine what he must be able to do. Who is he?

He must know what the Quraan means then. If the above translators could understand the Quraan, they would be moving thrones too, starting with Bush. Bring his desk, throw a shoe, send back. Repeat procedure. Make an infinite loop. America would’ve been in a load of crap…sorry, shoes by now.

So…who’s this guy I’m asking about? Does anyone know here please?

You must be wanting to ask me “Why not consult the Prophet himself?” Well, he must indeed know the knowledge in the Book as he got the Book. And he used it too. Shaq-qul-Qamar, anyone? But since he was an Ummi, I’d rather go for this third guy. Imagine having Knowledge of the Whole Book yet not being able to read and write. Must be pretty hard on the Prophet.

Don’t ask me whether this guy came to this planet or not. If he didn’t, why would Allah use his name as witness to the Holy Prophet’s prophethood in front of the non-believers?

It CANNOT be Gabriel, he couldn’t even go beyond the point of Sidra during the Prophet’s Mairaj. This guy has to be wayyy better!

But sadly, the question remains who? :(

SAWJ’s GRE Theory of Poopivity

Wednesday, December 3rd, 2008

The amount of poop produced on the GRE is directly proportional to the difficulty of the questions, and inversely proportional to the time provided for the test and the degree of consciousness of the test taker.

If P is the amount of poop produced, D is the difficulty of the questions, t is the time allowed for the test and d is the degree of consciousness of the test taker, then by the above statement

P α D

and

P α 1/dt

Combining the above we get

P α D/dt

or

P = AD/dt

where

A is the absurdity co-efficient of the English Language section. The higher the value of A, the more the poop!

Of TOEFL, Passports, Murghas and [Beep]s

Tuesday, September 30th, 2008

I decided to give my TOEFL last Sunday, 28th Sept. I registered six days before the test, paid $25 late fees with the actual $150. Printed my admin card and saw that I needed a valid passport to give the test. This passport clause is for Pakistan, India and Bangladesh only. (See what a good rep we have?)

All of this might seem fine to you but my bloody passport expired 9 months ago! And you can’t renew a passport within six days, it takes at least 15 days.

Well, the Education Testing Service, which conducts the test, has an additional/supplemental IDs section on their website which states that other forms of identification may be used/required to prove that YOU are YOU, so I thought I may as well take my original NIC and Driver’s License.

Now, we do have excellent computerized NICs and Driving Licenses in Pakistan, thanks to Pres. Musharraf, and I took these along to the test center with me.

I even shaved my beard to match the six year old photo in the expired passport with hopes that the expiry date might not be looked at (well, I wanted to do that for a long time as I wanted to look different even though I ended up looking like a چھلا ہوا مرغا, a concern voiced by my Mom, consisting of  this stolen term from my sister, who stole it from me and I, in turn, had stolen it from a friend who named one of our teachers that for getting a haircut.)

But as luck would have had it, the insane middle-aged man sitting at the gate was looking at expiry dates without paying attention to the photo. As soon as he saw the date, he commented that it was expired and my passport was useless.

I produced my NIC, “I have supplemental IDs.”

“We look at passports only. We don’t need NICs.”

“But that’s only for proving I am me!’

“Nahin ji, only valid passport holders are allowed. Let me call someone up.”

He called his supervisor, no answer.

“You will have to go. You won’t be allowed in. We have turned many a students back for not having valid passports. There is a girl, who came at eight with a valid passport, and I let her sit inside.”

He called again. No answer.

“You will have to go. You won’t be allowed in. We have turned many a students back for not having valid passports. There is a girl, who came at eight with a valid passport, and I let her sit inside.”

He called again, someone picked up and they talked for a while.

“You will have to go. You won’t be allowed in. We have turned many a students back for not having valid passports. There is a girl, who came at eight with a valid passport, and I let her sit inside. Someone’s coming.”

After a few moments:

“You will have to go. You won’t be allowed in. We have turned many a students back for not having valid passports. There is a girl, who came at eight with a valid passport, and I let her sit inside.”

I heard the sound of footsteps and a man appeared. He looked at my passport and I showed him my NIC as well. He took it inside.

“Your passport will be photocopied and sent to Malaysia. You will have to go. You won’t be allowed in. We have turned many a students back for not having valid passports. There is a girl, who came at eight with a valid passport, and I let her sit inside.”

Break.

“You will have to go. You won’t be allowed in. We have turned many a students back for not having valid passports. There is a girl, who came at eight with a valid passport, and I let her sit inside.”

Pause.

“You will have to go. You won’t be allowed in. We have turned many a students back for not having valid passports. There is a girl, who came at eight with a valid passport, and I let her sit inside.”

Yes, you’re right, I wanted to break his teeth and shove them up his [beep].

The man returned and informed me that unless I could produce a valid passport in thirty minutes, I wouldn’t be allowed to take the test.

جی ہاں ،میرے ابا جی کی پاسپورٹ کی دکان ہے

ابھی لے کے آیا

I took my passport, called home to inform that the man on the mission had not been allowed to even start the mission and returned home. On the way, I passed by the American Embassy and thought about ramming my car into it like a suicide bomber and blowing myself up. But then I remembered that I didn’t have any explosives and would most probably end up in Guantanamo Bay rather than heaven. So I changed my mind. Live today to blow up tomorrow!

As expected, my mom was ready with all swords and daggers drawn to welcome me. And what a welcome that was!

My father “welcomed” me later at 1 a.m. in the morning.

As is usually the case, if anything goes wrong in the world, I am to blame!

I sent an email to ETS the following morning and it is as below:

Respected Sir/Madam,
I registered for the TOEFL test on Sunday, 28th of September in Karachi, Pakistan, six days before the test date in a hurry. Your website stated that in Pakistan only valid Passports can be used as ID. My passport expired eight months ago and it is impossible to renew it in less than six days. Your website fails to mention that no other form of supplemental ID is acceptable for Pakistan, like a valid National ID card or the Driving License, in the Additional IDs Section and it’s very confusing.
Please correct this as it has led me to waste an entire month of hard work and $ 175, and getting nothing except sore disappointment on not meeting my goals. I believe this might cause problems for other students as well. Thank you.

Best regards,
Ali Wajahat Jafri
ETS ID: XXXXXXXX
Registration Number: XXXXXXXXX

The reply I got:

There is not acceptable supplemental ids. Like u stated, the only acceptable id when testing in Pakistan is a passport. There are no other acceptbale ids. Thanks.

Does this reply look like that of a 15-year old or am I one of the greatest experts of the English language? Certainly doesn’t seem like the latter.

Maybe they should hire people who can actually attempt the TOEFL themselves, bloody [multiple beeps with full care of grammar].

I went to the passport office later in the morning. The whole process there was computerized with the sole exception being the payment of fees to the bank inside which took the most time. Amazingly, I went through the whole process in just 30 minutes, even though I got lost and couldn’t find the appropriate counter for some time. Damn, that’s development. God bless Musharraf!