Re: A sad day in lahore
So, yesterday was 23rd Nov, my exactly two months in Pakistan, I hired a guy as helper, a homeless guy, I didn’t pick him up from roads knowing nothing about him, his cousins worked at my office and been working there for over 10 years now, and they had this homeless poor adopted cousin, who was to get married in 4 months and didn’t have a penny in his pocket and was living on streets, so even though not needing a helper I hired him just with the intention of helping him out.
He lived at my apartment, ate mine, used mine, watched TV whole day, did nothing except chopping me vegetables every evening and still I paid him RS 6000 a month so he could earn some for his wedding.
Two days ago he asked me for an advance salary saying he is in great trouble if he doesn’t bring money to his sister-in-law from whom he borrowed a great amount of money. So, again proving to be too good or too dumb I gave him money.
Here is what happened, last night he disappeared with my jewelry and money!!! Ok, that’s fine, I tried to trace him down by every mean but in vain, I didn’t want to call police thinking it could be a bit of too trouble for both of us, I still didn’t want to put him in trouble (F***g stupid I am). Then I found out from my downstairs neighbors that he brought in a guy with him the afternoon, looked like a lock guy (Great!).
I waited for him whole night, and this morning after getting a lock man to replace my door lock, and on my neighbours and office people's advise i thought i should call police now. I called on 15 and a guy picked up the phone.
Here is the whole conversation which was in Urdu (in case again someone finds this excuse that my English was the reason of my trouble).
Me: Salam, main (my address) se call kar rahi hon, mere ghar me chori ho gai hai.
Operator: What? Who do you want to talk to?
Me: sorry, ye 15 police line hai na?
Operator: han! Kis se baat karni hai? (does every citizen have their chacha mama sitting at help line?)
Me: Ji, mere ghar me chori ho gai hai, report karwani hai.
Operator: Oh bongi ye bata baat kis se karni hai? (asshole!!)
Me: kia matlab kis se baat karni hai? Mein ne report karwani hai chori ki.
Operator: ok wait…
and then he start talking on the other line, I could here him saying, “ oh yaar, suba se call kar raha hon, pen chod uthata hi nahi hai, tang kiye ja raha hai…….)
He kept on talking nonsense on other line for about 4 minutes, then he picked my call again.
Operator: han ji, batao, kia kar sakta hon main app kelliye?
Me: mere ghar main chori ho gai hai, report karwani hai.
Operator, to main kia karon app keliye?
And that was end of my tolerance.
Me: app mere liye kia Karen ge, app apni bakwas jari rakhen dosri line pe, sharm aani chahiye app ko help line pe beth ke gapen lagate howe, agar koi muje mar raha hota to ab tak mar chuka hota, jab ap gapon main masroof the, name batain muje apna.
Operator, oh tum to naraz ho gai ho, batao kia karwana hai.
Me: ye narazgi se agey ki baat hai, tum se kuch nahin kehna name batao apna.
Operator: name jaan ke kia karo gi?
Me: app muje sirf apna name batain!
Then he cut my line!! Wow, HELP line cut my line, I tried over dozen times again, either it was busy or was cut after one bell, now I don’t know they have a tracking system of numbers and were cutting my calls on purpose or it was just a coincidence, but if this post comes before the eye of any concern person who can, please do check who picked up a help call on Nov 24th at around 12pm. How greatly I am disappointed by the PAK POLICE is indescribable.
Don’t blame or yell at me if I say, sorry to say but this nation is so deeply f***d up. Rather than pointing on outsiders for coming in and blowing up your country take a look at yourself first, if these kinds of people are sitting on HELP lines then why there wouldn’t be blasts? Why police is attacked? Perhaps because, attackers think this is what they deserve.
My question for which I started this post comes back again at the end of the post, that whether or not my decision to see my grandfather’s country was right, I’m so sad to say, no, it was not right, shouldn’t have I thought why my father wouldn’t come and let me come here in the first place? Is being nice something too odd here?
I know many “mohab-e-watan” people are gonna come and write about me and my “unacceptable here” society, but saying anything to me won’t do any good to your country. Will it? I came, I’ll go, but if I don’t say anything here, how will you “a few number of people, who really want to do something for your country and nation” will try to improve and know where the termite is?
I will go back and people will ask me, how was Pakistan? How were Pakistanis? What happened to you? I will just tell them what happened to me and then let them judge, but imagine if you are told the same story by a friend about any other country, what word will come to your mind for that country? Will you say, “wow, Pakistan is amazing! I want to go there”??
Think people, think and do something, or this country will just keep sinking, yell at me if you want, but that won’t do any good to you or your country. It’ll just make me go back to my country. No big deal.
But, is this the Pakistan you want to leave for YOUR next generation? Will you wish (touchwood) one day, your son or daughter calls a HELP line and end up crying? Even though I was told marvelous stories about 15 help line’s efficiency and helpfulness.
Maybe these cases don’t happen everyday, or happen to one in a million people, and I was that unfortunate one, but one bad fish pollutes the whole pond!!!
