Xeric, you seem to be a good person, thank you for serving our country with honesty and hard work, I salute you for that! Keep up the good work.
Now on the topic at hand, I agree with you to a certain extent, but I have big problem with people (not pointing finger at you) who call civilians as C-class, jahils, gawars and whatnot, I am completely against this kind of behavior, how can we expect others to respect us if we don't respect each other.
The point I will like to make is that you’re comparing the best (Army employees) with the worse (Government employees). My friend, Pakistan has more than fifty million civilian workforce, and only a fraction of them work for the Government, most of them work in rural areas, in privately owned companies or are self employed.
Agricultural workers have to endure hard work, low pay, and no health benefits, they perform strenuous work outdoors in cold and hot weather (temperature can reach as high as 50c, 122F), and let’s not forget how important is their work for our country's food security.
I have many relatives and friends who work for privately run companies like Pearl continental , Nestle, Rafhan, UniLever, ICI, Dewan Salman, Wateen Telecom, World Call Telecom, MCB Bank, KASB Bank (there are thousands of companies like these), they can’t go late or take leave without some solid reasons, and have to complete their work efficiently, effectively and on-time, and at times have to work extra hours and not even get paid, I can go on and on, but the bottom line is, that they have to work very hard to keep their jobs, as there’s no free lunch. The same can be said for the self employed, they also have to work their bu tts off to make ends meet, and if they don’t, they can starve, because there is no welfare system for the civilians in our country.
Farther more, there are approximately five to six million hard working Pakistanis living abroad, remitting six to seven billion dollars to Pakistan annually. Trust me, in foreign countries, money doesn't grow on trees, we really have to work very hard to earn it.
The bottom line is that we civilians work as hard as our compatriots in the Army.
I have nothing further to say on this topic.
Cheers!
Na na..
You got me wrong.
i can assure you that i would be the last person who would belittle the civilians. i am not part of the group who consider you people the 'bloody civilians'. Speaking frankly i am at war with such people, inside or outside the Army. No one is superior or otherwise. But at the same time i am a strong believer of the principle that 'you get what you have leaned for' and that 'her insan ki izzat us kay apnay hath mai hoti hai'. See, i dont do any physical activity and then i complain of obscenity, i dont study hard and then i blame the system for grading me poorly, i cant perform guud in an interview and i then blame the board for asking difficult questions. This doesnt happen in my world! To me, nothing is impossible, believe me, if you want to get something or achieve a certain goal, come what may, you would be successful provided you have the guts to bear the odds. Yesterday i was watching a news report i dont on Geo or ARY where they were showing young kids in schools who complained about the load shedding because of which they cant study properly. Though i sympathized with them but my second thought was, when the odds are against you, it is then when you can show your true potential. If all is goodie goodie then any tommy, dicky and harry can succeed.
i dont know why, but that's how i think. May be because i have seen hardships or people with hardship? i would like to quote you a real example here. When i was in my 10th grade i like any other would seek more luxury as a prerequisite for a proper study. i had my father installed a separate AC in my room, i had the best lighting inside my study, during exams i would get everything at my table starting from food to clothings etc etc. But then everything changed, one day my father informed me about daily wager who worked under him. The guy was an old man, probably in his early 50s, his wife had died long back ago and had 5 children. The eldest one of my age, rather he was a class senior to me. My father told me that the boy has scored 90% marks in matric and that i should feel shame. Not that i was a bad student, but may be my father's exceptions were quite high. The guys was studying in one of the
thingar schools of Karachi, he had to walk like 10 km to reach his school because couldnt afford a bus ride. He had been collecting papers from the
kabaria so that he can practice his math on them as he couldnt afford a rough register and so on and so forth. So, i having been 'insulted' happened to investigate the issue. i somehow got his address and reached his house to meet him. And what happened next left a grave mark on my life.
His house, or should i call it a small compound consisting of one room, a small kitchen like room and a single bathroom was located at nasty place. i introduced myself to him. Surprisingly he knew me. We then went inside, the one room housed his entire world. Beddings scattered everywhere and his books piled up in a corner. We had a talk and thereafter i visited him for a few more times. And this is his story that i would like to share with you people; His father was suffering from TB, he could hardly work one job. He wanted to work too but his father was more interested in educating him so he decided to study. His mother was dead so he being the eldest had to bear the burden of grooming and feeding his siblings. His father could hardly move so it was he who would cook for the family. In routine the guy would get up at 5 in the morning, make breakfast for his brother and sisters who were between the age of 4-13. He would then take them to school by walk and then he would also go to his school. He would come back at 3, his siblings awaiting him at home. He would then cook lunch for them. His father would come back at around 5 and then he would feed him. He would clean the dishes, wash the cloth of the entire family and service the 'house'. He would study in between. At night he would again cook dinner and wind up the dishes and then again he would study. Off and on he would take his father to the hospital. He would also do the grocery and other chores. So in short he would a brother, a father, a mother, a servant and a door keeper, all in one. Still he studied without any tuition and stuff and managed to shame people around him. The first i met him, he was wearing the same old brown colored shalwar kamiz, and the last time i met him, he was wearing the same cloths. His slippers were not torn but they were all roughed out at bottom and i am sure he would have felt the pebbles when he walked. His school books were either borrowed or bought second hand. His practice 'register' was just a collection of one-sided papers that are discarded out and he had that one ever famous Dollar fountain pen to write with. With all this, he still met glory! When i completed my Fsc he was in NED University doing engineering, i joined the Army then and today he's an executive in a multinational company.
So do you expect me to 'respect'
hud harams in this society?!
i know and it's my bad that i generalized the 'civilians'. i always wanted to demarcate the civilians working in the private sector. My target always have been those working in the public sector. But i think i couldnt word it. i know you cant think of being late in a Bank, i know that the private enterprises as some of those you have mentioned are stricter than the military at times, why? Because they pay you well and screw you accordingly - they always mean business. They select the best and then put them to work while making sure that they get their money's worth. Same holds guud for any other hard worker expect those
hud harams who have brought down this country to such a shabby condition. My indication is towards the
sarkari mulazimeen. Now again, i shouldnt be generalizing every govt official, but we have to accept the fact that the majority sucks. Here, aik or cheez yaad agye mujhy, i remember a story (or two) a friend of mine in police told me. Once a chaudary saab in some village was robbed. During the armed robbery a few shots were fired by the daciots. Thereafter they fled. Meanwhile an ASI happened to be on patrol far away, but he was near enough to hear the shots. While he was resting in his mobile smoking that cigarette he informed his constable that i think we should check this one out. The constable saab as usual said, 'sir jee rehnay dain, pindan thawan vich fair tey hunday he rehanday nay', but the ASI insisted by saying; 'nai yaar, paka fire lagta hai tu nikal mobile', let's check it. Now even before the chaudary saab could have informed police the police was already in 'harkat'. The ASI intuitively had wirlessed the pulce chowkis along that one fringging road (we all know how's the road infrastructure around our villages) and himself drove to the direction of the firing. on reaching there the entire mohallah was out of their homes because of the robbery. He ASI now having confirmed his fears re-wirelessed about the robbery and guess what, they robbers were caught at the very next chowki!! The ASI's 'proper working' had saved the day!
One more, a pulcia standing at a signal saw a guy on a motorbike. When the signal turned green the biker tried a wheely and fell down. The police wala first tried to ignore the dude, but then decided to go ask the idiot. On seeing the policia coming towards him the biker left his bike and ran away leaving a surprised pulcia behind. He picked the bike and then took it to the thana. On checking it was revealed that the bike had been snatched a few days back in a neighboring district!!! The bike was then returned to the owner.
So in short, if we had worked for may be like 10%, Pakistan would have been a better place today!!