Sukh

 These days I am fascinated and longing for one word. that is Sukh.

انسان زندگی سکھ کی تلاش میں گزر دیتا ہے . مگر سکھ کیسے ، کب اور کہاں ملتا ہے ؟ سکھ کا احساس دِل کو بہت آرام دیتا ہے . زُبان سے نکلا  یہ لفظ دِل کو ٹھنڈک پہنچاتا ہے… چاہیے وہ گھڑی دو گھڑی کے لیے کیوں نا ہو . اِس زندگی میں مجھے بھی سکھ کی تلاش ہے . بچپن میں کہیں کھو گیا تھا یہ احساس . . پڑھائی میں ، ذمےداریوں کو نبھانے میں . . روزی کمانے میں . . خاندان کو پالنے میں . . جوانی کی ساری محنت اسی لیے ہے کہ بڑھاپا سکھ میں گزر سکے . . مگر سکھ تب بھی ملے گا کہ نہیں اِس کا مجھے معلوم نہیں .


Dated: 27-Jun-2023

Cheers… to all the friendships I lost…

Okay, it is time for me to write something. I need to put my thoughts into writing. A few days ago, I watched Shahrukh's video in which he mentioned that he doesn't know how to make friends. This reminded me of my own experiences with friendships and the friends I have lost over time. I can completely relate to what he said because I also struggle with making friends. And even when I do make friends, I find it challenging to maintain those friendships for a long time.

In dealing with friends, I have been quite immature. I have often abandoned my friends based on temporary emotions, without considering the long-term consequences. Sometimes, the pain caused by a friend hurts so deeply that it becomes hard to forget. It can take me years to heal from such hurt. Strangely, once I heal, I tend to forget the reasons behind the pain. Instead of trying to resolve conflicts with my friends, I have chosen to walk away from them. However, I am now realizing that this is not the right approach. I should make an effort to keep my friends and work on resolving any conflicts that may arise.

At times, I feel that I am the only one making an effort to keep the friendship alive, while the other person does not reciprocate. But perhaps that's just how friendships are. We need to hold on to them and not let them slip away. It may be challenging to reconnect with old friends whom I have distanced myself from, but if I get the chance to mend those friendships, I will definitely take it.

It is important to treat people with kindness and not lose our friends over trivial matters. If someone wants to leave, we should let them go. And if they want to come back, we should have a big heart and welcome them back with open arms.

So, today I am making a promise to myself. I will not lose any more friends from now on. I will try my best to keep my friendships alive and make an effort to nurture and cherish them.


Dated: 1-Jun-2023

2022: A year in review – Emotions, Dreams and Stress

It's March 2023, and I realise I haven't written down my 2022 recollection. I was very consistent with my blogs in the last few months of 2022, but somehow, I forgot to write about 2022 itself. Allow me to begin.

I began the year 2022 in Lahore. I took a leave of absence from work for 8–9 weeks. In my professional career, that is the longest work break I have ever taken. At the time, my brother and sister were also in Lahore. We hadn't seen each other in ages. We had some quality time together. During that trip, I made the decision to start building on my plot. My lifelong dream has been to own a home in Lahore. I employed an architect. Before deciding on the initial layout of my house, I visited several model homes.

But then something bothered me. My wife informed me of a court case that I was previously unaware of. With that news, all the excitement of the trip vanished, and there were a few emotional breakdowns. Anyway, before my return flight, I was diagnosed with COVID. I had yet to finalise a builder for my house, so I rushed to do so.

At the Lahore airport, an incident occurred, and security personnel discovered bullet shells in my bag. My son collected these at his uncle's wedding, and my wife kept them in a bag. I was already experiencing mixed emotions, was exhausted and sick from COVID, and was prepared for anything. I would not have resisted even if they had imprisoned me. They did, however, release us. I boarded my plane and took off for Sydney.

On the same day I arrived in Sydney, a recruiter contacted me and invited me to apply for a contract position at NAB. I reluctantly agreed to apply for the position. Now that I've decided to build a house, I need to start saving money, and the contract job's daily rate was very good. I received the job offer and chose to accept it. I sadly resigned from Westpac. Saying goodbye to Westpac was difficult. It was my longest job. But I understood, aside from a good salary, Westpac provided no benefits to my career. To stay competitive and advance professionally, I must seek out new opportunities. If given the option, I would have stayed at Westpac for the rest of my life. However, I missed my previous colleagues who have left Westpac in the last few years, and Westpac wasn't the same without them. I started my new job at NAB, and it progressed smoothly through the rest of the year.

I was concerned about my mother's health in the first few months of 2023. She had stones in her gallbladder. Even though they were surgically removed in December 2022, one of them remained, causing problems for her. She had to have another surgery. Everything went well, and she recovered quickly, thanks to Allah.

In October, I went to the Gold Coast with my family and had a great time with my kids.

The house construction had begun in April and was going well. The builder eventually changed his mind, halted construction, and started giving excuses. The fool in me had already paid all the bills in advance. I didn't have enough money to finish the construction by myself. It was a difficult situation for me. The grey structure could not be finished. My father proposed that we use his money to complete the remaining grey structure work. I planned a trip to Lahore for the end of December and was in Lahore in the last week of December.

In a nutshell, 2022 began with emotion, progressed through dreams, and concluded with stress.

Ecstatic Moment

I had the most ecstatic experience of my life the day before yesterday. 09-November-2022.

Australia is currently hosting the T20 World Cup. The trophy is being contested by the world's top 12 cricket teams. This tournament was supposed to take place in Australia in 2020, but it was cancelled due to COVID. When the tournament was supposed to take place in 2020, I purchased tickets for one of the Pakistani matches, but they were refunded.

In the first match of the 2022 T20 World Cup, Pakistan was narrowly defeated by India. Zimbabwe defeated them in the second match. They defeated the Netherlands in their third match. The fourth match was supposed to be held in Sydney. I decided to buy tickets 10 days before the game. It was a bit pricey, but I thought about having this experience. I couldn’t find all the tickets in the same row. So, I purchased tickets in two rows, front and back.

The game took place on Thursday. We used public transportation to get to the stadium. I wasn't expecting such a large crowd. There were a lot of Pakistanis at the light rail station. Anyway, we arrived at the stadium. The game went much better than expected. My children knew nothing about cricket. But they had a good time. The DJ played various Pakistani songs during the game. This heightened the excitement. At one point, rain began to fall, causing the match to be delayed for more than 30 minutes. They played the "Dil Dil Pakistan" song during this time. There was a line in the song that said, "Ghar apna to sab ko jee jaan se pyara lagta hai." This line struck me and brought tears to my eyes. To sum up, Pakistan won the match, and it was a fantastic experience. Wait, this isn't the moment I was referring to.

Pakistan had to play another match after this one, and the other teams had to play theirs as well. Because of Allah's will, luck was on Pakistan's side, and the team advanced to the semi-finals. And guess where the semi-finals were supposed to be held: Sydney. Because I arrived late to the party, tickets were scarce. They were prohibitively expensive. It would have cost us all nearly $1075. My wife said I could go by myself, but I preferred to go with my family. Anyway, I persevered and found 5 tickets. There were two tickets in section 25 row G and three in section 26 row D. It cost me around $500. There was a WhatsApp group for this match. People were selling and buying tickets there. Fortunately, I discovered two tickets in section 26, row D, next to the seats I purchased. It looks like Allah has plans for us.

The game was set to begin at 7 p.m. on Wednesday. I drove all the way to the stadium. I didn't take public transportation this time because it wasn't a convenient option for the family, especially since my youngest had day care the next day and the kids had school, and I didn't want them to get tired of catching and waiting for trains. The drive to the stadium was lengthy and congested. I was concerned about finding parking or having my tickets rejected because the other guy had sold them to someone else. However, I was able to find a parking space at Sydney Boys High School and enter the stadium with my family.

I was a little disappointed when I found my seats. The front row was next to the fence. I was afraid that people would come up and stand in front of me, ruining my experience. But nothing of the sort occurred. The game began, and Pakistan exceeded expectations this time. The cameraman approached the fence several times, and I appeared on screen a few times. A few relatives and friends called or texted to say they saw me on TV. My children were equally ecstatic. The mood and ambience of the stadium and game were so electric that I don't think I've ever experienced anything like it in my life. At the halfway point of the match, Pakistan appeared to be on track to win. “Dil Dil Pakistan” was played again at the end, and everyone in the stadium sang along. This entire experience was the most treasured and joyful memory of my life. I'm glad I got to share it with my kids and wife. They were all there to witness it. It made me so happy that for the first time in my life, I felt alive. I don't think I've ever felt this way before.

I'm still getting goosebumps and having tears in my eyes two days after the game because of this experience. The money was well spent, and I believe such opportunities are rare in life. I'm not sure when I'll have another such experience. But for now, “Dil Dil Pakistan”. Dammit. I had no idea I was a patriot. I used to believe that countries were unimportant to me. Kings and rulers draw borders to define their empires. But for the time being, Pakistan is my heart and my life.


Dated: 11-Nov-2022

Happy

I was contemplating what makes me happy while taking my youngest daughter on our daily walk today. To be completely honest, I don't know what makes me happy. I'm still trying to decide if I'm a happy or sad person. I'm not a happy person, that much is certain. However, it also doesn't make me depressed. I don't have any sadness or depression. I have my bad days.

There haven't been many occasions in my life where I can honestly say that I've been happy. The day my baby was born would rank as my happiest day. My memory remembers this specific moment. That was perhaps my happiest moment.

When I was a child, meeting my cousins, indulging in junk food and sweets, and drinking Pepsi made me happy. I loved watching movies, going on rides, and reading good books. When I had good grades or moved up in the class, I could see it on my mother's face, and that made me happy. I don't remember any nice memories from my teenage years. My adolescence was not a good period of my life.

In my early 20s, at the end of my university life, when it came to knowing, I scored the highest GPA in my class. That made me happy and getting a gold medal made me happy. Actually, my father was happier about that than I was. Aside from becoming financially independent, I believe that getting a new automobile and travelling the world made me happy throughout the remainder of my 20s. There have been a few occasions in my professional life when I have been extremely delighted as a result of a success I had: a promotion, a pay raise, or perhaps landing a new job.

My dad used to say that my wife is a happy person, and I should look at her, but I don't know if she is still a happy person or not. She is probably less happy than before.

Happiness, in my opinion, diminishes as we mature in life. You search for new things to make you happy because the things that formerly made you happy don't make you as happy as they once did.

Nowadays, I believe that anything that brings my kids joy also makes me happy. If they are successful, I'm happy about it. I'm happy when we travel and I'm happy when I see their smiles. So, yes, children are the focus right now, but what makes me happy? There ought to be something to make me happy besides the kids, so I need to figure it out. Perhaps a few interests, a few jobs, or something else that has no place in a person. I should be able to feel happiness. In actuality, I need to look inward for happiness rather than search outside of myself for it.

Dated: 02-Nov-2022

Life at 40

Yesterday and the day earlier, I was going through my blog. I proofread it, fixed grammatical mistakes, and paraphrased some sentences. I know I have stopped writing regularly and I can see long gaps in my writing. At times, I do feel like writing something, but I procrastinate. I need to be regular because when I go through my old posts, I realise how my life has shaped up over the years. How my thoughts, worries, and joys have changed over the years. How have I transformed over the years? Today I have limited time. I will try to complete this post instead of saving it in drafts only to be completed next year. I have just dropped my kids off at school and the youngest one is at day-care. My wife is at work, and I am at home, all alone. I must complete a solution pack by Friday, and I should be concentrating on it instead of my blog, but I want to write something.

Reading my old posts yesterday, I realised how much my life has changed over the years. There has been a challenge in almost every other year of my life since I moved to Australia. Initially, I struggled with the emotional challenges of being alone, being homesick, and later, I had some work challenges for a year or two, and then personal relationships and family challenges. I also realised that some details of my life accounts are missing from my blog. Maybe I am afraid of what might happen if someone reads it and they know too much about me. Maybe I am scared of what they will think if my wife, kids, extended family, or friends read about it and judge me. I am 40 now, so I think I should stop worrying so much. I should live my life for myself, not for others.

I turned 40 this year. Time has passed so quickly. My eldest is 11 now. He will be starting high school next year. I have started to notice a lot of changes in myself and in my body. I caught a COVID earlier this year. There haven’t been any significant after-effects of it. But as I mentioned in my earlier blog, the lockdowns and working from home have made me mentally weak. My not seeing people for days (other than my family) and not talking to others has made my mind dull. I may have become a bit awkward at meeting people. I also realised that I have lived more than half of my life. If I am lucky, I may survive beyond 80, but I don’t know how many years I have got. At times, I am not afraid of death; I am afraid of my kids and my parents only. What would they do without me? Over the years, my parents have been my guiding force, whether good or bad. At times, my dad has encouraged me to take a lot of risks in my life, and all of them have been fruitful financially. I want to guide my kids when they are grown up to help them in their career, personal life, and life challenges. This is the fear I have that death will not let me guide my children.

Over the past few years, I have developed this fascination inside me of living on some spaceship or an underwater vehicle with enough supplies or systems to survive. This has come because of TV shows and movies related to apocalyptic life: Snowpiercer, Octonauts, Into the Night, Lost in Space, The Island, Star Trek, etc. Every night before sleeping, I imagine myself living in a spaceship, a submarine, or an underwater vehicle. I imagine how people live there and how they get their rooms or beds to sleep on. How do they find or grow food? I think I am watching Netflix too much.

Yeah, so this is what I wanted to write about. I have 10 minutes left before I start working on my solution pack. I must fix grammatical mistakes and have to publish this on my blog. I also have to come up with an interesting title for this post. So, I am signing off for now.

I just realised I want to write more (hint: house and the world in general), but that will have to wait for another time.

Dated: 26-October-2022

Reason

For the past few days, I have been thinking about what made me move to Australia. I can come up with the usual answers that I wanted to collect money, get a foreign passport, or for better career prospects, but deep down I know these weren’t the primary reasons. The main reason for moving to Australia is something else. I should admit it now. I was angry and wanted to escape from my home. I moved to Islamabad, but it was becoming very exhausting for me due to travel and toxic colleagues. So, when an Australian opportunity came, I took it as an escape from my previous work. But now in Australia, I have been trying to escape from it and want to go back home to the same place from where I wanted to escape from in the first place, but I have not been able to do so. My life has been so much different now. I have 3 kids. My family relationships are a mess. I have made some money and a house. I am growing old and sad. I should save this topic of growing old or getting evolved for later posts.

So, my reason for moving to Australia was escape, and the reason for not going back is money.

When we were kids, we read about the perspective of life from one angle: that everything is good. But when we grow up, we see a lot of things that what we learned earlier in life is very different from those. And we come up with a lot of different questions. In order to better understand different perspectives on life, some people try to change their environments in order to find answers to these questions. Some move towards religion, some move towards other people for comfort, and some move more towards work and money.

I don't have much to write in this post. This was in my drafts, and I wanted to publish it. Maybe next time I need more contemplating before writing, I shouldn't let my post be in drafts because that frame of mind is lost when I try to complete it.

2021: A year in review – So What Now Else?

It’s almost the end of 2022 and I realised that I haven’t put down my reminisces from 2021. Let me think and write down whatever I remember happened to me in 2021.

So, in 2021, we were still in the middle of a pandemic. Thanks to closed borders and strict COVID protocols, Australia was doing fairly compared to the rest of the world. I got a promotion at work this year. I have been waiting for it for the past 3 years. And it was not an easy one to get. I found another job and told my manager that I was resigning. So, I was on the negotiating end and got a promotion plus a very good raise.

I had my parental leave pending, which I didn’t want to waste. So, I planned to take it. I had been delaying it because I was hoping the borders would open and I would travel somewhere in the world during the time of this leave. But unfortunately, borders were still closed, and my leave was due to expire in June. So, I took my leave and, guess what... I stayed at home. I watched a tonne of Netflix and Pakistani dramas. I wasted 8 weeks doing nothing, or should I say "relaxing". I did do some renovations at home, but they weren’t significant enough.

In the middle of the year, Sydney went into lockdown. The lockdown lasted for 4 months. This lockdown was stricter than the previous one. People were actually scared this time. It became a daily ritual to know how many people had contracted COVID and how many couldn't survive. There was news of new infections and new variants everywhere. This has been the hardest time of the pandemic.

In 2021, I started to realise that I had become calmer. I have started ignoring things that used to annoy me. I don't know whether it was me being calmer or feeling depressed or helpless in this situation.

In 2021, I desperately wanted to travel overseas to somewhere I haven’t been before, like Canada or Bali. I was missing home, so I wanted to visit Pakistan. My brother-in-law was getting married, and my in-laws were waiting for us to visit Pakistan, but the stupid Australian government was not opening the borders. The vaccines came and people were getting vaccinated, but the incompetent government was quite slow in its roll-out. In October, there was hope that borders might open in November. I acted smartly and booked refundable airline tickets to Pakistan. I got a good deal. Luckily, the government decided to open borders, and we managed to get onto a flight and travel to Pakistan. On our way to Lahore, we spent a couple of days in Dubai. The trip was quite stressful because of the COVID PCR tests that one must take before boarding a flight. In December, the wedding happened. My brother and sister also came to Lahore during the second half of December. All four siblings were together after almost 6 years or so. To be honest, I was a bit nervous about the Lahore trip due to the tussle between my father and in-laws. This thing has been going on for the past so many years, and I can escape from it whenever I visit Lahore.

Overall, 2021 was a mixed year. I was happy that I was finally able to travel overseas. I think lockdown did have some impact on my mental health. I got a promotion, got a good salary rise, travelled back home, met my parents and siblings, and tried to be calmer. So, what else can I expect from Pandemic Year 2?

Its 13 March 2023 and I realized that I didn't mention one incident that happen in 2021. My beloved Khala passed away. I have been closest to her among all my uncles and aunts. Her loss was tragic and thinking of her brings tear to my eyes. She was wonderful to me. There has been some awkward distance since my marriage, which I believe was more on my end. I still miss her.

2020: A year in review – During this time

So, it is 2021 – it’s been many months since 2020 passed, but the effects of that year are still felt by everyone in the world. Let me begin my reminiscences.

  • In December 2019, there was news of a virus breaking out in Wuhan, China. There was fear that it might spread outside of China, but for the rest of the world, little information was known at that time, and for the rest of the world, they paid no attention at that time. 
  • During this time (in fact, from the last few weeks of December 2019), all of a sudden, I made up my mind to buy a house in Sydney. I started applying for pre-approval of home loans and started hunting down houses.
  • Early this year, my wife had to travel to Pakistan to visit her sick father. Since she had to leave in an emergency, therefore, I stayed back at home with the kids. Sadly, my wife’s father passed away.
  • When she came back, we continued searching for houses. When you have a limited budget, house hunting can be a tedious process, and it can appear impossible to find anything that ticks all the boxes.
  • During this time, I noticed something odd and had to see a doctor. The doctor ran through many tests and did a procedure but couldn’t find the reason. This thing worried me.
  • Meanwhile, the virus outbreak in Wuhan changed into a pandemic. Most countries in the world have started having lockdowns. So did Australia. During this time, I found a house that seemed reasonable, and it ticked some of the most important boxes, such as, in-budget, good location, and good land size. I made an offer and it was accepted.
  • In May, I moved to a new house.
  • During this time, I also started developing a friendship with an old acquaintance who moved to Canada from Pakistan.
  • In June, I had my third child, a baby girl. I was always sceptical about having a third child, but now I would say better late than sorry. I think it was the perfect time to have a child. I got to spend so much time with my little one, and I have enjoyed all of her initial phases.
  • Over the next several months, I kept busy renovating my house.
  • During this time, my wife had some issues with one of her friends, and we had to distance ourselves from them. I advised my wife many years ago to not be friends with her. But she didn't listen. And now you see why I warned you.
  • For almost the whole year, I worked from home. I never liked this thing. It's hard for me to work from home for such an extended period of time. In particular, being confined to the home and not speaking face-to-face with anyone apart from your family actually sucks :P

I hope things get better soon.

Regrets

Do you have any regrets in your life? Do you think if you had not done something in your past, things would be better in your life now? Is there ever a decision that you regret making? Is there any moment in your life in which you want to live again and do things differently? Do you have any regrets? I have seen people who say they do not regret their actions and decisions they have taken in their lives. Because that is what made them who they are. If you were to ask me, yes, I have regrets. Not one, but many. A few of them, I would say, are life-altering regrets. Sometimes I think if I had not taken that path or made that decision or acted differently in that situation, my life would have been much better and much different from now. But that is the beauty of life. You do not know what comes next, and unpredictability is the essence of life. If I look back on every phase of my life, I have some regrets. Probably not in the first ten years of my life, but after that. That leaves me with 29 years of regret. Maybe for the first ten years, I did not have any control or sense of what was happening in my life, so I did not have any choice about regrets.

My first deep regret started in my school life. I had the choice to change schools during year 10 and move to another school which had the reputation of its pupils getting the highest marks on the matric board. I felt emotional about leaving my previous school, where I had been studying since first grade, so I told my father that I did not want to move. However, I did not get the score I expected in Matric. I believe it was because of my school. I regret my decision deeply.

My second regret was not applying for the FSc. General Science group at Government College. I wanted to go for pre-engineering, and I could only get admission to FC College, which was second-best. I could have easily gotten into Government College in the General Science or Computer Science group, but I did not apply. Perhaps I was too overconfident in myself or ill-informed of the misfortunes of life. Ironically, 2 years later, I ended up at BCS in Government College.

Another regret was not applying to FAST for BCS. At that moment, it might have been a regret, but later I found it too small to remember.

During that phase of my life, I also went quiet. I stopped asking questions in class and felt shy when speaking in front of others. This has mainly to do with the circumstances of my home during that time.

The next few regrets were because of friendships I made or broke during my university education. But I guess that happens to most of us during college/university life.

In my early 20’s, one regret that I had was when I declined admission to the LUMS MS program. I think I should not have done that.

In my mid-20s, I regret not grooming myself physically and intellectually. I had time, money, and all the resources, but somehow, I kept holding myself.

I regretted the few friendships that I made during those times. I wish I had not done those.

So far, all my regrets have been related to not getting admission into school/university or having bad friendships. But when I look back, I do not know if they were life-altering regrets. Maybe yes or not. I cannot say anything for certain. But if I had made a proper decision, I would have been more content and confident with my life, having a sense of accomplishment. That is what I think, and I may be wrong.

But all these appear to be trivial regrets compared to what I gained later in life. I think I should have married later. I should have travelled the world before and settled into a life and career. Getting married at 27 was not a good decision that I made. It has nothing to do with my spouse, it has to do with myself. I should have waited for the right moment. Waiting a couple of years was not harmful. I should have waited and trusted myself instead of trusting others. But, when I trusted myself earlier, I was left with regrets. Therefore, I thought that maybe, for one time, I could trust others to make decisions on my behalf.

"Magar saab jab kismet mai hi dosh ho to sonay ki kaan mai jitna marzi doondo haath mai pathar hi aayeenge.. sona kabhi nahi milay ga."

But then with the decisions that I made, I can live with those regrets, but with the decisions that others made, I regret them more.

What an irony of life !!!

I am editing this post after a year. My current regrets are bad investments in stocks that I made. I should have waited or should not have become too greedy. Staying in Australia for more than a decade is also another regret. I should have moved out of here, but now I am stuck.

2019: A year in review – Joy and Stress… things go hand in hand...

2019 has passed. It was another challenging year for me. I was in Pakistan when this year began. I took almost 6 weeks of leave from work. This was the longest break I ever took from work. I was excited and had many plans for this trip. I met many old friends and ate out a lot. However, due to on-going family issues, I couldn’t enjoy myself much, and the latter half of this trip became stressful. The stress of the trip continued for a few months after my return.

During the Easter holidays, I visited New Zealand with my family. It was quite a memorable and expensive (😊) trip. Overall, I enjoyed this trip. Good memories I want to visit New Zealand again.

During the second half of the year, work started getting stressful. However, it was manageable.

Somewhere in the third quarter, my friend's wife (the only friend that I made in Australia) and my wife had a money issue which escalated to insults. It ultimately affected our friendship.

I have made plans to visit Turkey at the end of the year. But I got cold feet and cancelled my plans.

Healthwise, I have back pain issues quite a few times during the year. However, it didn’t turn out to be anything serious.

Towards the end of the year, my wife’s father became ill. This made things stressful for me.

Overall, 2019 as a year was a bit better than 2018. However, life still goes on. I have my fingers crossed for 2020.

But for now, my dear, when will I ?

Today, on my return from work on the bus, I checked the news on Twitter. The dollar rate in Pakistan has increased again. This made me sad, and I feel sorry for the economic conditions of my country. For the past 7.5 years, my only dream has been to relocate back to Pakistan. When I decided to move to Australia, I was certain that it was a temporary move. After acquiring Australian citizenship, I will move back to Lahore. Since then, almost every day I have spent my idle time planning for that. Initially, I thought I needed to save enough money so that I could build a decent house easily. The initial desire was to build a good, decent-sized house in a relatively posh housing society in Lahore. For this purpose, I have been sending all my savings to Pakistan. I didn’t buy a house in Sydney as I was afraid that it might tie me to Australia and would make it hard to move out of Australia. I never thought about what I would do in Pakistan, but the only thing I knew was that I would eventually move back. It’s been 7.5 years, and even though I have made quite good savings, which is enough for me to build a house in the most upscale area of Lahore, now the question is how I will survive there. What work am I going to do there? Living in a beautiful home is a dream, but for daily expenses, what will I do? How will I earn enough to run my kitchen and bear the expenses? I knew for a fact that I couldn’t do a job there. Firstly, there are not many job prospects there and, secondly, I don’t think I have the temperament for doing a job in Pakistan. That leaves me with two options. Either do a business or have enough savings and investments that I don’t have to work. Doing business in Pakistan is tough because you can’t trust people over there. In the matter of money, there is a lot of cheating. For other options, it will take many years to save more and put it in an investment that will be enough for me to pay my monthly bills. However, it is a fact that my parents are getting old. I want to spend time with them. Also, my kids are growing. I want them to be adjusted to the Pakistani environment. I want them to know and learn about their roots. The clock is ticking. Time is passing. I so much want to move there as soon as possible. But the conditions in my country have been deteriorating. The hope for betterment is fading. I don’t know what to do. This is making me re-consider my dreams. A doubt has crept into my heart about what I will do if I am not able to re-adjust there. What if I regret it after moving back?

 

But for now, my dear, when will I move back to my home? I miss it. Sometimes, I have tears in my eyes when I think about it. I miss my mother and my home. I have never enjoyed living abroad. I miss home. I want to go back to my home... to my parents... to my Lahore.

2018: A year in review - Loss of words

It's June 2019. I have become quite lazy about writing my blog. In fact, I don’t feel like writing much. I think I have lost the words to speak or write. Either I have become lazy or disinterested. I don’t know. I just don’t know.

Anyway, 2018 wasn’t a happening year. The first half was certainly bad, quite bad, I must say. I made some bad decisions. I over-reacted to certain situations. I messed up quite a lot of things. I don’t know, but that was not a good part of the year to remember. The after-effects of last year's family issue continued this year. I visited Pakistan in February. Only one aspect of that trip was fun. The rest of the trip was worse. My parents also visited us in Australia during Ramadan.

Work-wise, the year was both busy and slow. I got a good bonus and a pay raise. That was the best bit I remember from work. Hmm... I visited Pakistan again in December. The first part of the trip was awesome. I met many of my old friends. My trip continued till the first week of February 2019. I will talk about it next year.

My kids, I love them. Only they can make me happy. I think I have lost faith in most of my relationships, but the love I have for my kids is eternal. They love me too. I hope they continue to love me like this forever. But I know it won’t be like that forever. Anyway, they have made me happy. They are the only reason I have any colour in my life.

Perhaps it’s the most boring year in review post I have ever written. But the truth is I don’t have any words to say. I so much wanted to write about new stuff, but I didn’t know where to start. I am at work right now, and I am tired and sleepy. That’s it for now.

2017: A year in review - A lot…

It is July 16th, 2018. I didn’t write my life recounts for 2017. I don’t know how I can sum up 2017 in some words. The happenings of 2017 have had a deep impact on my life. I actually don’t remember how 2017 started. All I remember is that at the start of the year I became too busy at work. I was working on two different projects. Both were new, and I was struggling a bit to get hold of them. Overall, I think I enjoyed them and didn’t feel dull at work. Meanwhile, I also took admission to an online MBA course at UNSW. Doing an MBA was something that I had desperately wanted to do since I completed my bachelors. In February, I made a trip back to Pakistan for 2 weeks. It was quite a pleasant trip. I was a bit restless initially, as I had little time, and I didn’t want to spend it randomly. I did things very planned.  The reason for visiting Pakistan was to sell one of my properties and take the money back to Australia in order to save for a house deposit. However, by the end of our trip, we made up our minds to spend 2 more years in Australia and then move back to Pakistan. Moving back to Pakistan was always something that I wanted, but I couldn’t decide the time for it. In a taxi, on my way back home from Sydney airport, the cab driver started a conversation with me, and out of nowhere, he started telling me negative aspects of living and bringing up kids in Australia. Maybe it was a sign, or at least I took it as one.

Some more months have passed. I dropped the idea of doing an MBA as it was way too expensive. My social life improved, and I started hanging out with like-minded people. Together, we travelled to different places and made fun memories. For the first time in Australia, I didn’t feel lonely. I was looking forward to mid-year as my almost 8-year period of Sarsati ended. In June, we moved to a new apartment. The shifting was very tiring. In August or September, a family dispute surfaced. For the rest of the year and even till now, it has been affecting my life and my relationships with others. I don’t want to write anything about it and the effects it has had on my life. But I have regretted it a lot. A lot of things... a lot of things. But there is no escape. I had to face it. I am facing it. I will have to face it. I get to see the true face. Why? Why did I do it? Why had I not done that? A lot… a lot… 

I read this in Oct-2022 and want to add a comment - "Wadi sarsati muki, aidey to changa si ke o chaldi rehndi".

2016: A year in review – Crossroads and then a Straight line

It’s May 2017 and I had the impression that I had already put down my reminiscences of 2016... which I hadn’t... so I am writing them now.

As mentioned in my review of 2015, at the end of 2015 I got a contract job offer in Canberra for a federal government department. However, I wasn’t sure if I should take it or not, as I was anxiously waiting for the final outcome of my job application at PWC. I knew I had made it through there; it’s just that I was waiting for final formalities to begin. The first few weeks of January passed and there was no reply from PWC. Meanwhile, the Canberra job agent was waiting for me to join as I had passed through all the formal checks. Finally, after some anxious days, I got a reply from PWC that they wanted to offer me a job, and they asked me for my expected salary. I replied to them with the figure that I knew some of my former colleagues were already getting there. At the same time, I got feedback on my annual review from my Capgemini manager, and it was not good. To be honest, I wasn’t expecting it to be that bad, but he put up a very bad picture of me in front of me. I really didn’t like that guy. But that’s another story. On the very next day or the same day, I got a reply from PWC that they were sorry, due to some issues, they couldn’t hire me. I knew it was money, and the money that they were looking for for that job was well below my current salary. Ah dammit... PWC wasted 2 months of my time, and now they have put me at a crossroads. I should have kept looking for new jobs and shouldn’t be dependent on PWC. Anyways, I knew if I continued with my current job, then after a few months I would be in hot water. My company was downsizing and I could be a victim of it because of my poor performance review. So, I made an instant decision to join that contractual job in Canberra. My wife wasn’t happy with this decision either. She doesn’t want us to move out of Sydney. My son also started school in Sydney. But what could I do? I didn’t have any other way in front of me. I have been looking to switch jobs for the past 6 months, and I can’t let this opportunity slip from my hands just like the Wyong council job one. Anyway, I resigned from Capgemini and took up that Canberra job offer. The plan was that I would stay there on my own for some weeks, and then I would move with my family. One of my friends was already working for the same department, and he said that I was coming in at a lower rate than other contractors. This demotivated me. Anyways, on the very first day, I realised I made a blunder. I shouldn’t have taken up this job. I should have waited or negotiated. I started looking for other jobs and gave one or two interviews in Sydney. Luckily (as I thought at that time), I got a job offer on a fixed term for 1 year on a similar package to what I was getting at Capgemini.

I resigned from my Canberra job after two weeks. I stayed a week at home, and then on the last day of February, I joined my new job at Qantas Credit Union, which was later renamed to Qudos Bank. The workplace was a bit far from home, but I was still in Sydney and my family didn’t have to relocate. Again, within a few weeks, I realised this was not a good idea. I shouldn’t have resigned from that contractual role. There was a lot of South Asian work culture at that job. Besides, there was no support from managers, and there were unrealistic timelines to meet. I worked very hard there. I also made good friends there. I started looking again for new jobs, both in Sydney and Canberra. Finally, after giving many interviews at different places, I got another contractual job offer from Canberra. This time the money was really good. However, on the other hand, I gave multiple interviews at Westpac. The chances were 50-50 in Westpac. In one of my interviews, I told them that I have a job offer in Canberra which I am considering, so if you want me to be hired, then make a quick decision and please no more interviews. So, on the very last day at Qudos Bank, I got a job offer from Westpac. I had to take that Canberra job starting next Monday, but I declined it at the last moment, which was a very bad thing to do. I know. I stayed at home for one week, and in July I started my third job of 2016.

For the rest of the year, I had a smooth sail at work. I didn’t face any issues. Thank God, I was finally at peace at work. My parents visited me in August for 2 months. The rest of the year was a bit more relaxed for me. However, my wife had a miscarriage in the second half of the year. It was very unfortunate, but we are still thankful to Allah for all His gifts.

So, in the end, if I sum up this year, I will say that the first of this year was one of the toughest times of my career life and I had never been at multiple crossroads like this before. But all will end well if Allah stays with you.

5 Stages of Life

Yesterday, there was a technology session at my workplace. There was a very interesting concept of tribal leadership that was shared during that session. In its true sense, the topic will be too bland for me to express here. So I am putting it down here with my own variation.

There are five different stages of life culture.


Stage 1: Life sucks—when you think, overall, life is cruel and unjust for everyone and there is nothing in it to cherish. The only thing that matters to you is your survival, either by hook or by crook. 

Stage 2: My Life Sucks—when you think it’s only your life that sucks, whereas for others, life is still great. It is only you who are the victim of all the injustice and unfairness happening around you. Nothing can happen right in your life. There are no passions and excitement left in your life. 

Stage 3: I’m great, you‘re not—when it’s all about you. You think you were born to be great, and you undermine others. You alone have all the rights, whereas the others don’t have any. A sense of pride, along with arrogance, creeps into your mind. 

Stage 4: We’re great; they’re not—when you are part of a certain group that collaborates together and has trust among its members. As a team, they look for their own best first before others. 

Stage 5: Life’s great—that’s when you work for the greater good. You strive to make the lives of people around you better regardless of any association. Your aim and passion are selfless.

2015: A year in review - Challenges and Regrets

I have become very lazy about writing; perhaps I have been too busy at work. It is already August 2016 and I haven’t put any reminiscences of 2015 on my blog. Let me start. 

2015 started with a slow routine. I was working for a client whose office was near my home. For the first time in my Australian life, I started commuting to work by car. Because of my previous work locations, I used to catch a train daily for work, and in Australia, it’s more convenient to use public transport as compared to using a car. Anyhow, I have developed a few friendships at work, something that always helps me to get accustomed to a new environment. One of my colleagues had issues with my manager, and he resigned. Even though that incident happened in December 2015, its effects were still felt in the early days of 2016. For the rest of the first quarter, there was nothing worthwhile that happened which I can share. Let me jump to the second quarter. 

In May, I was contacted by a recruiter and offered a job at the Wyong shire council. This place was more than an hour away from Sydney. The salary was very good, and the timing was flexible, and, besides, it was a government job, so it was expected that there would be little work pressure. But because of my overthinking, I decided not to take that job as I thought it would break my routine as I had to relocate and blah blah... Anyhow, I decided to stick with my current job; a decision which I regretted for the rest of the year. 

After a month, my manager resigned. Later, some more colleagues resigned. My company was not doing very well in the market. They also started firing employees. The project on which I was working also had a road block. There were commercial issues between my company and the client. There was not much for me to do at work. I was mostly sitting idle in the office. Somehow, this made me lose interest in my current company, and I started to lose motivation to work. 

During that time, my parents visited me in Sydney. It was June 2015. Before their arrival, I changed my car and replaced my Toyota Camry with a Mitsubishi Outlander. That was a very impulsive decision. In fact, an hour ago, I was not even thinking of replacing my Camry with an Outlander. But somehow the sales guy was very good and I fell for it. Later, I regretted this decision a lot. My parents stayed with me for 2 months, and that was the longest time I had spent with them in the last 5 years. It was time well spent. During that time, my father planted an idea in my head that I should buy a house in Sydney, something I had never given serious thought to. Houses in Sydney are very expensive. Melbourne was somehow less expensive to buy a house in and, besides, we had already lived there last year, so I decided to relocate to Melbourne. For that purpose, I started looking for a job in Melbourne.

In July, my sister was visiting Pakistan from the UK. I hadn’t met her in the past 3 years, so I decided to visit Pakistan in August. I got a week to spend time with her and her family. I stayed in Pakistan for 4 weeks. I didn’t have a very good time there on that trip. I had an issue with my father about some petty things. He felt I was rude to him in front of everyone. Also, while remaining there, I was contacted for job interviews in Australia, which didn’t go anywhere. However, I was glad I was able to close a chapter of my life on that trip. But it did mess up my personal life for many years to come. I seriously regret it. Anyway, I returned to Sydney in September. At that time, I was still looking to switch jobs, so I resumed my job hunt more actively. I started applying for jobs in Sydney and Melbourne. I gave almost a dozen interviews, but I was not able to get through even a single one. I started feeling helpless. I also started losing the confidence and zeal required to perform in job interviews. In parallel, I also started having issues with my manager. In December, I was interviewed at PWC for a job, and I got affirmation from them that they were keen to hire me. They asked me to wait till January of next year to receive formal acceptance. In parallel, I also got a contract opportunity in Canberra. I don’t know why I didn’t refuse that contract job, but I decided to keep that option open too. I just wanted to make sure that I had at least one offer in hand. I decided that once I receive formal acceptance from PWC, I will decline this contract offer. But for this, I have to wait till January. What happened next? Read that in my reminiscences of 2016 :P

Overall, it was a very challenging year for me. I felt demotivated and depressed, mostly because of my work life.

Do you remember that Pain ?

Do you remember that pain? How does it feel when someone breaks your heart? No??? Let me remind you how it feels. Every word spoken or unspoken feels like someone digging a dagger in your heart... each part of your body burns with each of those words... you suffocate and can’t breathe... you want to cry but you find out that you have already run out of tears... you want to scream but you can’t open up your mouth... you walk down the road aimlessly... your head feels heavy... your heart feels low... you can’t sleep for nights and when you do, you find yourself crying in dreams... you feel hungry but you can’t eat... your heart curses that person even if you don’t want to.. Do you remember that pain now?

I have forgotten this pain now. Time heals everything. I have read this after many years, and I feel so sorry for myself that I had to go through this. I am really sorry. very sorry. It wasn't worth it.

Lost and Found

For quite some time, I have been having this feeling that I have lost something. What exactly was it? I am unable to find it. However, I do remember the very first time I had this feeling. I absolutely have no clue, even if I think hard to remember what apparently made me dwell on it. But it seems like that thing that was very dear to me got lost inside me. On the flip side, I have found something which has now become dear to me. Perhaps what was lost has been compensated for by what was gained, as if a farewell for one is a welcome for the other.

I have found the above post in my drafts. I wrote this in May 2010. That feeling of loss has been subdued now and I barely remember that feeling. However, I have lost another thing from inside me. This happened sometime during the second half of 2013.

I feel that I have lost my passion in life. I have accepted the fact that people cannot remain the same forever. Everyone has their highs and lows. Everyone has some good and bad qualities. It’s better to accept the reality of people and deal with it. If you want someone to remain in your life, then accept that person in their wholesome. The idea of ideal or perfection doesn’t exist. I am also developing this habit of not needing to know everything. I don't like listening to conversations that don’t interest me. I don't feel motivated to do work about which I’m not convinced. I've realised that you can't get everything you want or wish for in life. The only people who should be with you should be those who are with you. Every person in the world is fighting a battle of their own. I should concentrate on my battle first.

2014: A year in review – Adjusting to the Routine and then breaking it...

It’s already been mid-year and I haven’t made any reminiscences of last year.

2014 was a diverse year. I was in Pakistan when 2014 started. I flew back to Sydney in mid-January. After coming back, the first few weeks left me emotionally drained. However, things got better afterwards. The first half of the year was quite slow and monotonous. I started to get used to the routine, something that had been missing from my life in the past few years. My usual work and home life kept me busy. The only thing that made the first half worthwhile was that I finally started exploring Sydney's surroundings. There is nothing significant about that part of the year to share on my blog. However, the second half of the year kept me very busy, and it broke my routine. I would share that part here. So it all started in June when I was told that by the end of next month, I would be released from the project on which I had been working for the past 1.5 years. My company didn’t have any other projects for me, so I had to sit on a bench. In consulting, it’s nearly inevitable for a consultant to find him or herself between projects. This time is traditionally referred to by the industry as being "on the bench". I was on the bench for three weeks, and then I got news that I had been allocated to a new project. and it’s based in Melbourne. I was told it would be a 3–6 month project and I would have to commute every week from Sydney to Melbourne. Since there was no other work for me in Sydney, I took up this opportunity. Every Monday morning, at 6 a.m., I used to catch a flight from Sydney to Melbourne. Once I reached Melbourne airport, I used to go directly to the workplace and, after finishing my work in the evening, I used to check-in at the hotel. On Thursdays after work, I used to catch a return flight back to Sydney, and on Friday I used to work from home (supposedly). My kids also started to become a bit cranky because of my absence from home every week. I was always fascinated with this kind of lifestyle. This is quite commonplace in consulting. But some things look better in glass windows than when held in your hands.

I am not a morning person and waking up early in the morning on Monday seemed a bit tough. Then there was the constant fear the night before of what might happen if I missed my morning flight. Also, living like this, my eating habits and my gym suffered a lot.

I followed this routine for a few weeks, and then I got fed up with all this commuting. I have decided to bring my family along with me to Melbourne, and we will all stay together till the end of my assignment. We left our apartment in Sydney and put all our stuff in storage. I booked a service apartment in Melbourne. The drive from Sydney to Melbourne is very scenic. We spent 2 months in Melbourne together. I really liked Melbourne. Melbourne has a very laid-back feel. It has a lot of European city flair in it. The only bad thing about Melbourne is its weather. Even though I didn’t like the work much, the city of Melbourne made life easy for me. I got the opportunity to meet my dear friend who was living in Melbourne. One day, I got the news that my role had ended and I had to go back to Sydney to work on a new assignment. I hurriedly looked for an apartment online in Sydney and submitted my lease application for it. It was approved, and at the end of November, we came back to Sydney and shifted to the new home.

Overall, I would say 2014 was a mixed year for me. Half of the year was a bit dull, and the other half was very different from the first. The only best part was the 3 months that I spent in Melbourne. Apart from that, there were a few challenges I faced this year, mostly related to work and because of shifting back and forth.

10 years of Work Life...

Today I have completed 10 years of my working life. I started my first job exactly 10 years ago. So far, I have worked for five different companies in four different cities. Every job brought with it a learning experience for me. It’s been a mixed experience so far. Today I will share how my time was spent in all those companies. 

My very first job was at ESP Global IT Systems. It used to be a top-notch software house and was previously part of ABN AMRO bank. Before I joined that company, ABN AMRO bank sold it to a Dutch company headed by a Pakistani. I consider myself lucky enough that I was able to grab a job immediately after the end of my exams for the final semester. I really liked my first job as it was located in the best building in Lahore. I was happy with the salary I was getting, and the whole ambiance of the company had a very international feel. I would have continued working for that company, but unfortunately it was going through a financial crisis and we were not paid for 3 months. All employees decided to resign from that company. I worked at that company for roughly 9 months. It was very distressing. I had rejected an admission offer at LUMS for Masters, as I thought I would be getting back to the same job after Masters, so it’s better to continue with this job. The very thought that I would again have to hunt for a job was very difficult. 

I started applying to other companies and gave a few interviews. After a month, I got an offer from my previous company's manager, who had established his own company. I accepted the offer. I knew almost everyone in that company as they were all colleagues from my previous company also. So I got the feeling of working for the same company. The salary and benefits I had were great. I was satisfied with the work also, and I was learning a lot. Meanwhile, I have made some good friends too. However, in between, sometimes I wanted to change jobs, as I used to get the feeling that I was getting stagnant and I should work in other environments as well. This was the only issue I had. Other than that, I was really happy in that job. I worked in that company for 5 years and 3 months. I would have been working for the same company if I hadn’t gotten my third job. Before leaving that company, I asked my CEO for assurance that if things didn't work out, I could come back. 

I came to know about a job at Telenor in Islamabad. I applied for it and got interviewed. I wasn't offered the position I applied for; instead I was offered one level below. I rejected the offer. But later, I realised I should consider it. It could be a good step in my career as I would be working for a multinational company. I called them back and accepted the offer. I was getting paid less than I was getting. But I knew the additional benefits I was getting from that company would make it up for me. On a personal level, it was a very challenging move as I had to relocate to Islamabad with my wife and have to settle down there... and I didn't know anyone there who could have helped me. I couldn't adjust well to that company and the city. I had zero work satisfaction and had the worst manager of my professional life. The people whom I considered friends weren't actually friends. All the while, I used to get the feeling that I had made a wrong move. I shouldn't have contacted them back; instead I should have waited for them to contact me again and offer me the same position that I applied for initially. I worked at that company for 1.5 years. Then I got a job offer in Brisbane, where I was moving after getting immigration. I was happy when I left that company, and I didn't have any intention of going back to that job again. 

My fourth job was at Intelligent Pathways, a small software company in Brisbane. The managers and people there at work were very nice and knew their work. The money I was getting was good too. I learned quite a few new things at that job as well. I worked at that company for a whole year. Time went too fast there. I might have been working there if I hadn't gotten the offer for my next job in Sydney. 

The reasons why I joined my current job were:

  • First, the salary I was getting was the same as what I demanded... I was quite frank in rejecting their first offer and waited for them to offer me again in a better position (this is what I learnt from my third job).
  • Second, the job was in Sydney. Personally, I wanted to leave Brisbane and wanted to live in Sydney for personal reasons.
  • Third, the company was Capgemini, one of the world’s largest consulting companies.

My current job has been the most exciting job so far. I have encountered and experienced so many diverse situations here that I haven’t seen before in my career. How people manipulate things to their advantage—what and how things go wrong. I would regard it as definitely one of the most insightful job experiences I have had so far. 

Rating: 

1. Redmath
Pros: 
  • The best people I have worked with so far.
  • Really good salary and benefits. 
  • Well-organized and well-managed work environment. 

Cons:
  • The environment was a bit strict. 
2. Capgemini
Pros: 
  • Having an Interesting Situation So I got the salary and position I desired with a global brand name. 
Cons: 
  • Ineffective management 

3. Intelligent Pathways 
Pros: 
  • Very nice people
  • Excellent technical learning environment 
Cons:
  •  I was working on small projects for a short duration. 

4. ESP Global IT
Pros: 
  • First Job
  • Good Work Environment 
Cons:
  •  Didn't get paid 

5. Telenor
Pros:
  • It was a financially rewarding brand name
  • Got to Work on New Technologies 
Cons:
  •  Incompetent people
  • poor management
  •  didn't have a good personal experience
Every job has been a learning experience for me. I have worked on a wide variety of tasks with diverse people.

2013: A year in review - Relocation, Family and Work

It’s already February 2014. Today, on my way to the office, I realised that I hadn’t written anything about what happened in my life in 2013... so here it is now. 

2013 started with a new opportunity. I got a job offer in Sydney for a renowned global consulting company. After thinking for a brief time and negotiating about the salary, I finally accepted the offer. It was the first time in my career that the salary I demanded was actually offered to me. I was happy with it. So I resigned from my previous employer and started the big relocation again. It was another big move. There were a lot of tasks that I had to do. Fortunately, I was able to finish them all. I have already written about this in my previous post. 

The next couple of months were very busy. New job; new home; adjusting to the new neighborhood; getting a driving license; buying a car; and finally, the birth of my second child. The rest of the year went pretty fast as well. My domestic life has kept me busy most of the time. In December, I visited Pakistan. The journey from Sydney to Lahore was one of my worst trips. I had 2 connecting flights and one of the flights got delayed a lot, so I barely reached arrival on time for my second flight. The last days of the year went like the rest of the year. Fast... super fast. 

Overall, I feel it was a fast-moving year, and the best things of the year were the birth of my daughter, living in Sydney, working for Capgemini, and getting a driving licence legally.

Khanabadosh...

Another new chapter in my life started four months ago. I have relocated to Sydney and started a new job. This relocation was very exhausting. There were a lot of things that I had to take care of and look after during this relocation. It all started with a job offer I got from a renowned company in Sydney. The job seemed good; I was happy with the money, and the role also looked promising. After little thought, I decided to accept the offer and I resigned from my Brisbane job. This triggered a long to-do list. I had to leave my apartment in Brisbane in the same condition as it was when I leased it, with literally no spots on the wall or on the floor. Then I have to arrange for a removalist to move my stuff from Brisbane to Sydney and put it in storage till I find a new place in Sydney. So, completing all the pending work at my current job, searching for cleaners who could make a good exit, cleaning my apartment, finding a reasonable removalist company along with storage, looking for a new apartment in Sydney, booking tickets to Sydney and arranging a hotel stay for some initial days were some of the main tasks that I had to do. When I found the cleaner and removalist, they came with a little added drama. The cleaner had his appointment list full and had his own work timings; the removalists had a different day to pick up stuff from my apartment, which was again different from the end date of my apartment lease; and my last working day at the office was a totally different day. Having to synchronise tasks and manage timing for all these activities consumed a lot of my brain power, and I had to arrange a stay in a hotel in Brisbane additionally. However, all the tasks were done completely and in the way I wanted, and I prepared to say good bye to Brisbane. On the final day, 2 hours before the flight, I booked the flight tickets, and during the flight takeoff, I booked a hotel in Sydney. When I arrived in Sydney, I submitted an application for an apartment, which was approved, and after a week, I shifted there. The new job seemed to be fine. My new apartment was not as stylish as my previous one was, but it was still the best option I had at that moment. It took me some weeks to settle down in the new suburb. I already had some acquaintances in that suburb. Therefore, it was a relief to me that at least my social life here in Sydney would be better than in Brisbane. My new apartment was bigger than the previous one, so I had to buy a lot of new furniture for it. After settling down, the next big thing was to get a driving license. Unfortunately, a Pakistani licence cannot be converted into an Australian licence directly. One has to pass a written and practical driving test first. Driving in Sydney is very different from Lahore. There are a lot of rules and signs to follow. The law is strict and people do follow it. A practical driving test is a nightmare. They won’t let you pass it easily on the first attempt. You have to be very careful during a test. One small mistake and you fail. I had been driving in Pakistan for many years, but the practical test troubled me a lot. I had to take classes from driving instructors and failed the test twice. Finally, after some effort and spending lots of money, I passed the test. The next thing was to buy a car. There are so many choices here in Sydney as compared to Pakistan. But luckily, things here are straight-forward, and there are seldom any chances of dealers lying about the history of cars. You can also search for the details of a second-hand car on the internet before you buy it. After buying a car, the next best thing that happened was the birth of my second child. My daughter, Mysha.

It’s been four months since I moved to Sydney, but it seems like a really long time. I have finally decided now to stay in Sydney as long as I am in Australia. I don’t want to experience relocation again now. I am done with them. In Sha Allah, the only relocation I am looking forward to now is the one when I will relocate back to Lahore permanently.

2012: A year in review – My Challenges

Here goes 2012. Apparently, the apocalypse didn't happen this year. But my personal life did face some tremors and I am still feeling their after-shocks. 2012 started with a bang. In December 2011, I resigned from Telenor and decided to relocate to Australia with my family. So at the start of January, I wrapped up everything from Islamabad and moved back to Lahore. Islamabad is a beautiful and nice city. But personally, I would still prefer Lahore over it at any cost. Anyway, on January 24th, I flew to Australia along with my wife and son. The initial few weeks were very exhausting for me mentally; settling up in a new country; looking for a place to live; buying household stuff; getting familiar with the new environment and system; and starting a whole new job and company. Apart from all this, the very fact that I didn't have any acquaintances or friends in the new city to help me out, so to make myself accustomed to everything was the biggest challenge of my life. Luckily, by the grace of Allah, I didn't face much difficulty. Thanks to an office assignment, I got a chance to live in Sydney in April or May. During that time, I came to know that my mother was suffering from Hepatitis C. Apart from that, I have faced an awful personal experience in my life. The whole month of June and afterwards became very tough for me emotionally. I got homesick and, at times, regretted coming to Australia. It took me a few months to find ample peace to live with it. I visited Pakistan in October and there I almost forgot that I had not been living there for the past 9 months. After coming back, I went back again to that old feeling, but after a few weeks, I again found peace. As I said, I could still feel the after-shocks at times.

Overall, it was a challenging year for me and my family. It was an emotionally very tough year for me, and it was my fault that I let my emotions drive me. This year tested me on many personal grounds. In spite of all those tests, I am still here, steadfast and rock steady. I guess now I should now wait for the rewards of those tests.

The previous year has also made me realise how blessed I am by Allah for having such a fortunate family and friends.

Maths of Life

I am a strong believer in Makafat-e-amal. I believe everyone faces the consequences of their actions in their lives. What goes around comes around. If you intentionally hurt someone or harm someone emotionally, physically, mentally, or financially, then sooner or later you will also face that pain. If you are the source of happiness for someone, then someday someone else will provide you with happiness. Life always does its maths and gives the results, even in the end. I have faced it. This is sometimes the only thing that keeps me from exacting vengeance on those who have wronged me. I try to forgive people and rest my case in the hands of Allah. Sooner or later, the truth will be revealed. The true faces of people are exposed, and everyone is rewarded and punished for their actions. I always try to be true to people and help them selflessly with good intentions and with everything I have, because I know that sooner or later, I will be rewarded for that. It is difficult to forgive people or to help someone wholeheartedly from whom you can’t expect any favor, but then life is very unpredictable, and you never know in which phase of it you need happiness the most. You may find sorrow instead. Simply have faith in Allah, be patient, and do good to everyone you meet without any ill will. In the end, it will take you down the road to success and happiness.

I am vulnerable...

These days, I am going through a very difficult phase in my life. A recent incident just showed me how vulnerable I am. During the past few weeks, I have put everything at stake... My life... my career... my relationship... my family. I just can’t believe in myself that I have been so stupid and foolish. In going through everything, I hurt the person who is closest to me, even though that person doesn’t have to do anything with it. I feel very guilty about myself. In my heart, I regret a lot of decisions I made in my life. I can’t turn back all those decisions... I am too far from that now... But from now on, I can only make it work better. Even though I feel I don’t have the courage to make things better, I know I must do so... as it will be good for me, my wife, my son, and my family. May Allah help me during this phase of my life.

Only Hope floats in deep end of Ocean...

There are moments in life when all you just need are a few words of affection; a slight assertion of hope; and a little appreciation, even though they are not meant and are coated with layers of lies. These small things can help you to move forward in life and give you courage to fight against the odds that you face in life. Sometimes all that you need is just one person who stands beside you, who believes in you and assures you that, in the end, everything will be fine; that person’s assurance that "All the obstacles and problems are transitory. If good times are not there, then surely bad times won’t last that long. A little hard work and patience are all that is needed. And in the end, it will make everything fine". This small piece of hope can do wonders in your life and help you achieve things you might not have even thought about. That small stone of hope transforms into a mountain of strength. Patience and believe that everything happens for a reason and it's only there to make you stronger so that you can value the reward at the end, which you will get.

I have seen people who are deprived of hope. They left things in the middle during difficult times in their lives. They don’t fight back for something of value and back out during such situations. Even when they are close to their destination, they quit their journey. I believe that each journey enriches our experience. It extends our limits beyond our own and others' imaginations and prepares us to achieve greater things. Times do change, and they change for the good. The best thing that one learns from difficult times is that the person discovers their ability to survive, and it makes one strong enough to deal with such situations in the end. In life, not everything goes according to what you had planned. But you can always try and struggle for it to make it work. And the right people always take something good from the unplanned things that life offers them, and they make them worthwhile by shaping them according to what they have planned. I have personally experienced a lot of such situations. I have failed a hundred times, but I have never let a failure drain my energy and hope. And with each failure, I have always learned something new, which has led me to a way of success which I had never planned.

Democra(c/z)y

I earlier thought that I would be voting for Imran Khan in the coming elections. But now I have decided I won’t be voting for anyone. It’s not like that I am in favour or against any particular political party or personality. It’s just that I do not support the idea of democrazy (democracy) anymore. I am very much against the idea of men ruling over men, whether in the form of aristocracy or democracy. Democracy is more suitable for welfare states where government officials have high moral values and have strict accountability. But in third world countries like Pakistan, where governments are corrupt and ruthless and people are divided into different sects, races, and castes, and where more than half of the population is illiterate, their minds are always occupied with earning enough to buy bread for their family at the end of the day. In such societies, democracy is greatly abused by powerful people. Meritocracy can be a good alternative, meanwhile, for such states.

2011: A year in review – Extending the Limits...

At the beginning of every year, I am in the habit of writing a post in which I highlight the important events of the previous year and the changes they made in my life. I couldn't do so for 2011. Since the beginning of this year, I have been very busy. Now, after more than 6 months, I have found an opportunity and I don’t want to stop this tradition. Let me start with my memories of 2011.

The year started with me and my wife shifting to Islamabad. I rented the ground portion of the house in the G10/4 sector. Its area was 5 marla (or may be less than that), and I was paying Rs. 18000 as rent, which was way less than the rent of other houses in the same area (as told to me). The house was definitely not worth it, but I didn’t have any other option and I didn’t want to live in guest houses anymore. We lived in that house for almost two and a half months, and then I went to Norway for one month. I had a skiing accident over there and got a brief concussion. Meanwhile, my sister from the UK visited Lahore. It was fun to spend time with her and her kids. In May, I had my firstborn. It was the happiest day of my life. I lived in a guest house for 2 months during that period in F8. Later that July, my family returned to Islamabad, and I rented a house at G11. It was a pretty nice place. In September, I got Australian immigration, and I started making up my mind about what I should do. Meanwhile, one of my really good friends lost his parents in a row, my brother got dengue, I had awful experiences at work and lost a friend at my workplace, and I have been travelling between Islamabad and Lahore back and forth. In November, I again visited Norway for the last time. During that trip, I got a job offer from an Australian company. I have decided to opt for that option. On my return, I resigned from Telenor and started preparing myself to face a new era in my life.

In short, if I conclude 2011, I will say it was a very hectic year for me because of all the travelling between cities, multiple relocations, and adjusting to a totally new city on my own. The good part was, in the end, it made me realise how far I could extend my limit. But if I ever come across a similar situation again, I think I will never again take decisions in that way in which I took them in 2011.

Happy life to you all....

99 Journeys

It’s been 2 months since I first came to Australia. I came here on the 25th of January on a flight via Thai Airways. But this post is not about what happened after I came here. This is about what happened before it.

In 2007, I accepted a job offer from an IT consulting company in the USA. At first, I was never interested in working abroad, but I did see an opportunity in this offer. The only thing that interested me was easy access to the USA, where I had the option to resume my studies. The company put my nomination forward for H1B balloting, which I went through. The process itself took a year. And then on January 8, 2008, I went to the US embassy in Islamabad for a visa interview. The embassy asked me to wait for some weeks as they needed to conduct some administrative processing, which never ended. After a year, I came to know that the company that offered me a job had been blacklisted by the US government for some fraudulent issues.

Most Pakistani youth, like those in any other third-world country, aspire to travel abroad and live there for at least a few years. I didn’t have that dream initially, but the whole H1B episode nailed the first nail. Having so many friends, colleagues, and cousins opting for this option makes one feel left behind. This feeling nailed the second nail. Pakistan's rising inflation and deteriorating security, political, and economic conditions were the final nails in the coffin.

So I decided to try to go abroad one more time. But this time, instead of looking for a job, I opted for another plan. I decided to apply for immigration to a developed country. There were 3 options available to me: the UK, Canada, and Australia. Among these three, Australia was the easiest and fastest. I started getting information about its immigration process from the internet. After an effort of a couple of weeks, I had enough information and I started the application process and formally applied on May 19, 2009. Two months after that, I got engaged, and the same year, in December, I got married. Meanwhile, there was little progress on my application initially, and then there was a long dead silence.

In July 2010, I quit my job in Lahore and joined a multinational telecommunication company in Islamabad. Previously, I got offers from different companies in Islamabad, which never materialised. This time too, I wasn’t clear about this decision and I had a lot of apprehensions regarding it. At the same time, I didn’t want to lose the opportunity. Finally, I decided to go for it.

And then one of the most challenging phases of my life started. Initially, we (me and my wife) stayed at our relatives' place for 2 weeks, and for one week we lived in a guest house. Then I went to Oslo alone for 18 days. I came back from there on the night before Eid, after a flight delay of a whole day. I lived that week in Lahore and the next week went to the office in Islamabad. At the weekend, I flew back to Oslo. I returned after 7 weeks, stayed for 3 days in Lahore to celebrate EID and spent the remaining 2 days of the week in Islamabad. At the weekend, I travelled back to Lahore and spent the next week in Islamabad. At the weekend, I went alone to Oslo for the third time for 17 days. I experienced the coldest ever weather there. On my return, I spent some days in Lahore, then returned to Islamabad, hunted a house, and at the end of December, me and my wife moved there. We spent around two and a half months there, and later I went again to Oslo for four weeks. There I had a skiing accident, which was a bit scary. Meanwhile, there was progress on my immigration application and I was asked for some medical tests, but due to the pregnancy of my wife, I asked them to defer them for some months. On my return, I spent a few weeks in Lahore. I had to live alone in Islamabad since my wife was expecting at that time and she was at her parents' place, so I decided to share a room in a guest house in Islamabad. I lived there for 2 months. Every weekend I used to go to Lahore on Friday evening and get back on Monday morning or Tuesday morning. There was no cooking facility at the guest house, so I had to eat rough most of the time. During this period, I had my first baby. In July 2011, I hunted another house, and I brought my wife and son back to Islamabad, where we shifted to that house. It took us a few months to get settled once again in Islamabad. This was the time when I had some relaxation. Meanwhile, I submitted my medicals, and, after a few weeks, the big news came in. My application was approved, and we all got permanent residency visas from Australia. But this way was not simple either. There was a twist. We all had to make our first entry before March 10, 2012. Unfortunately, the bonus from my employer was due on March 25, 2012. The travel cost of the first entry of the entire family was huge and was more or less equal to the bonus I would be getting. So, I was confused about whether to make the first entry and come back to the job in Islamabad or go to Australia once and leave the bonus and job behind. One of my friends gave me good advice about looking for a job in Australia and said if I get a job before my visa validation date, then I should move there immediately. Previously, I had an impression that I couldn’t get a job in Australia while sitting in Pakistan, as told to me by people who were already in Australia. But luckily, I got an offer, and I accepted it. In November 2011, I had to travel to Oslo once again. I spent 4 weeks there. On my return, I resigned from my job in Islamabad. I was tempted not to do so by my employer, but this time I was clear. I knew I had to do this. The job was not as meaty as it appeared to me at the time of joining, and the professional experience I had was not satisfying and was frustrating at times. These past 18 months have been a challenge for my family as well. I really missed some good things during that time. Some people were amazed at my decision, as they thought I was doing very well in my job in Islamabad, and it was foolish of me to leave it.

On January 9, 2012, we left Islamabad and moved back to Lahore. Man, I miss Lahore so much. It’s an amazing city. Living in it can’t be traded with any other city in Pakistan. Of this, I am sure. On my return, we started our packing for the big journey.