Experience Pakistan VI

And last but not least, we take up the issue that you probably wonder most about: just how dangerous is the the world's most dangerous country really? There is no right answer to this question, but maybe this can help you get a bit of a first hand impression about safety, paranoia and common sense when living in pakistan...

Experience Pakistan V

G.L.A.M.O.R.O.U.S. the flossy, flossy :) (imagine fergie's song to it)... It's hard to believe, but we had to become interns in Pakistan to understand the true meaning of glamor and luxury... Super dressy people, belly dancing performances, incredible buffet (at midnight)... Dive into a gala dinner at Islamabad's Marriott!

Experience Pakistan IV

Yet another peek into intern life in Pakistan... This time listen to live Sufi music sung by one and only Arieb!

Experience Pakistan III

More impressions of intern life at the Hot Spot (in every meaning of the word): Life is a piece of cake - spiritual healing by Alexander the Great.

This one goes out to Kurt: thank you for being a constant source of inspirational pie charts, trend setting T-Shirt messages, dead baby jokes and general lack of political correctness, facilitation/fueling of club house drama and business ideas that the world needs to hear urgently. You are the heart and soul of the intern community!

Experience Pakistan II

VERY random 'interview' with my driver Shazad, who gets me around in my daily life and on crazy weekends like this one: discovering Murree, close to Islamabad. The traffic chaos in the background was unplanned but very much in line with 'Experience Pakistan' :) It took all of us off guard - hence the wiggling around and improvisation, but we thought we'd just leave it like that!

Experience Pakistan I

Here a first little insight into normal intern life in Pakistan... Live from Islamabad!

WE ARE BACK!!!

There have been rumors that we are dead!!!!!!!!!!!!!

We are far from dead people.....Let us tell you that Pakistan is the place to be!!!! We are alive and we are rocking more than we have ever been!!!!! It takes more than a few bombs and a bit of political unrest to move us on.

So the question is.....do you dare join us? Today for example, we have been for cheesecake, bought the latest in dvd entertainment, we've seen the next big thing in global rock n roll... and the best part is: we've got footage!!! enjoy some videos - live from islamabad, to be uploaded soon, as soon as we have overcome the technical issues (slow internet = experience pakistan!)...

with love,

alexander the great (MCVP UK 06/07, intern in Karachi for JS group)
C the point rufino (MCVP Switzerland 06/07, intern in Islamabad for Mobilink)

Blog revived

Actually Rabia sent me this blog when I first applied for the post of MTI Pakistan in March 2007, and I found this little place so awesome! But how come the posts stopped at that time??!! the last post is dated back to Feb 2007?!

Guys, let's contribute and revive this nice place! ;)

Franky

Our intern family is growing.. :)

We have two more interns who'll be joining us in Pakistan really soon! Iram Bahawal (Kenya) and Aura Sera (Romania) will be working in Lahore with Abacus Consulting and Greenstar respectively =) This is an extremely exciting time for us to see our intern family grow..

Aura's already started blogging about her upcoming adventure in Pakistan: http://follow-my-adventure.blogspot.com/

Can't wait till we have more trainees in the house!

Email from Thomas!

Just got an email from Thomas, who returned back to Germany after his internship at BMA. He sends his regards to everyone, and sent a picture of himself with his family in Germany! :)

First Reminiscences…with the LC members in “KHI”

I looked around the airport, saw the immigration officer, gazed at the disembarkation, administrator, glanced at Saba, Mikaal, Saaim, Sadaf and Omar, viewed the roads and felt the weather but still was unable to figure out exactly where I landed after being air-borne for three long hours. Did the airplane take a u-turn and touched down at some other city in Bangladesh or it never took off? What the heck was going on? Before I could get more perplexed and impatient, I was greeted rather coldly and warmly, tiredly and enthusiastically by the LC members. The reason for this MIXED reaction was the long and exhausting wait at the airport gate. I did apologize for it, but hey that wasn’t my fault and neither was the plane slow. It was the bag-opening ceremony at multiple airport check points and the trust of the airport officials on Muslim travelers which made me literaly sweep my luggage all around the arrival area and fill out various forms, hence confining me in the airport for over 45 minutes. What a welcome!!!! Oh yes by the way, after talking to the AIESECers and observing the billboards in Urdu, I finally got convinced that I was indeed in another country which was “AN INDIA” away (in geographical point of view ofcourse).

And so there we were sitting in Saaim’s car smiling at each other with no apparent reason, may be due to the fact that six of us had to cram inside the car pretty oddly or may be it was the sign of bafflement after seeing me and wondering “Is this guy really from Bangladesh?” In all this aura of grins and smiles Mikaal took out his mobile and started making a mini documentary. It was an awesome idea to preserve a memorable/unmemorable state of affairs taking place, provided that he has not deleted it.

So the journey went on. I was too tired, both mentally and bodily, to actually grab the smirks and jokes being spurted out inside the car and to my respite finally the car stopped in front of Barbera (I don’t know whether it’s the right spelling) Coffee shop. We ordered some fresh juice, coffee and a couple of plate of custom made cheese-layered fries [thanks to Omar’s long-term relationship with the hoteliers… :)] and chit-chatted a bit before heading to the MC house.

Eventually, we arrived at the MC building.

I thought it would be a right abbreviation for Military Cage because to get to the house you have to undergo three layers of inspection operations. First is the main gate, guarded with an armored person. Then there is the voice recognition system. After your voice verification, a prison-like gate electromagnetically opens and you climb up the stairs. While climbing the stairs one might get the feeling of walking through a multi-storied cell with reinforced iron railings on every access-point. Finally when you reach the MC house, there is the third and final layer of security, the iron-fenced door of the house itself. Pretty secured isn’t it!!!

At the MC house, I met Wangari, the Kenyan girl doing her internship at Asoka. Wangari, Sadaf, Saba, Omar and me sat around the dining table conversing while poor Mikaal and Saaim carried my “50 Kg” luggage all the way to the 3^rd floor. Thanks a lot guys. I feel really indebt to you two for this favor. I wouldn’t and couldn’t have carried all this mass alone.

It was around 8:00 pm local time and there I was seated at the MC house with all the MC people missing. The event which followed next was enough to make me go besmirch and ruin my jubilant and exciting mood. Stay tuned for that story to be covered in the next blog.

Well that was my recollection of the 13^th of November, my first day in Karachi.

Sincere thanks to Taha, Emad, Wangari and Saba for pressurizing me to write my very first and overdue blog annotations which I finally wrote during the late hours of 6^th December.

Till then…

“Bhalo Thaken” (Stay well)

- Karim A.