Tomorrow is eid, I landed 11 am on the Karachi Airport.
I was upgraded to first class, the guy next door did not wish to talk , he had large mustache, looked english by the content on tv that he was watching.
The stuartes was Japanese, polite, looked Pilipino.
Landed in Karachi I wanted to rush to Immigration, as mostly people rush to it and then their is a large Que.. However i went to the last line, and yet there were 30+ people in front of me.
I stood there, and heard the counter on the right of me, which was made for the Crew, saying that the Emirates flight is not in the System yet, and therefor he could not let anyone though.
I stood there in my own line, and the i thought that this guy looked familiar, so I said Salam, and asked how you are ? He said i am well and how are you ?
He said I looked familiar to him also, and he said maybe he did a LP for me, that man was Mr Akbar Rana very good memory of his i guess, and i took his name and put in my cell and found his full name and he asked me again how i am, and i gave him my card, and he remembered me.
He asked me to come to his counter, and he stamped my passport as the first customer.
It was weird how i saw the power of Just saying hello and asking how people are working for me again and again.
I went out and their were no trolleys, as tomorrow is eid, every single flight was full, that is why i got upgraded also.
I asked a gentleman who had a badge on who i can request for trolley and i was told to go to CAA counter, which i did, and again politely requested for trolley.
The guy told me it is over packed today but he is arranging the trolleys.
WHen i got away from him, i saw another FIA guy , who i had met in December with Akbar Rana last year, and i asked him how he was and how his kids are doing.
Last year he asked me about laptops and i gave him my 10,000 rs laptop wala’s number.
I saw my bag had already came in on the belt, which was weird as usually it takes over 1 hr for the bags to come, and yet the bag was there, I was happy, and took all the bags and came out without the trolley.
Coming out was like i was in a Shanghai Bus stop , too many people, moving slowly, but luckily no one pushed me today, well almost no one
I came out and the main exit was swamped with people like bee’s so i took the 2nd exit and went out.
Superman tameez was waiting for me and looked very tired, and upon inquiry i found that he has not slept the night before.
I breathed the air of Karachi looking around, and it came to me that maybe we are impolite and maybe we try to rush for things as their may not be enough resources for all, and unless you jump or rush for things, Pakistani nation feels that they will loose.
Which also dawned on me that is it true or this is how our mind’s have been setup?
Will we learn to collaborate or will we keep on competing with each other and making it worse for all the parties ?
Since this entire week, i have been cursing my self on why i did not move to Malaysia, which reminds me every time i go there as if I am in United Staes, with the big highway and organized things, and really affordable life.
Why do i keep coming back to Pakistan wanting it to be like the country which I WANT it to be , where people follow lines, and give people way, and stop when their is someone in front of their car and let them pass by.
What can i do i ask my self today to bring COLLABORATION to the table and take away the competition from our lives ?
While on my way to Dubai on the plane, i saw the movie Arthur from 1981 and while i was going to KL i saw Arthur 2011, Both the movies had significant changes in themselves.
The 1981 movie heronie was a thief, and was ready to do anything to get married or be with rather as he was rich, where as in the 2011 movie, the heroine was no longer interested in the money but was interested in HIM.
So what happened in 30 years in the movie industry ?
Does it mean that in 1981 times in the US people were also money centric then they are now, like we see people in other developing countries, where values are given away over money ?
So do we have to be rich to find out that being rich does not really matter ?
Only when you are rich, you are sure, that being rich does not really matter…
So thank you allah for this nazool, i am typing this while Tameez bah is driving me home..
Hope you are all well, and we will collaborate more on these thoughts.
Eid Mubarak to you all.