Written by: S.M. Ali Ul Haque (A1-C3)
It was a beautiful day on the 17th of October, as The PAF Chapter Gaming Society eyed its first competition of the semester. Well, that was the plan anyway.
We all got there around 4 pm only to notice an empty parking lot. Brushing that aside, we made our way to the reception where the receptionist asked us what we had come for. Oh, but of course! We're here to trim the garden! Not like there's an Olympiad here or something.. oh wait, we're here for a Competition. After a lengthy and an unnecessary conversation about our intent and why we didn't have ID cards, we were let in. First thing you notice at the venue of a competition is the buzz of activity and an indistinct noise of people chattering away, right? But this time, it was so quiet that I swear I heard a cat meow 80 metres away.
Anyway, we got on with that and met our 'Guide' who was complacent beyond life. Very casually, he swept aside our queries and baffled looks with a "chill out" here and a "just relax, bro" there. He then explained to us where we had to be, so we parted ways with each other and headed to our respective rooms.
I arrived in the Fifa Room only to find the organizers playing 'Winner to Stay'. I mean.. this is supposed to be a competition organised by a nationally recognized university, but okay, no problem here. Our Guide told us to "chill out". When they finally saw us, I could see they were wearing expressions of bewilderment on their faces. Should it not have been the other way round? I swear the Head had spaced out for a good 3 seconds, following which they regained composure and initiated the Competition among the 4 of us. Albeit we were part of the same team, we couldn't face each other in the first round, as per the rules.
I started the match only to find my controller is faulty. I quickly paused the match and complained. The Organizer said that he would arrange one in a minute. Little did I know that his one minute is equivalent to thirty minutes! Because it was just a matter of half an hour when my Guardian Angel finally decided to fulfill my wish and presented me with a functional controller. Following this intriguing episode, we finally began playing the match. My first match against one of my friends, Shehzad, resulted in a draw. Then all of a sudden, this guy comes in and goes like, "Sorry, I'm late". Must've been fate or something. He was the guy I was supposed to play next, so the Organizers shifted my match back an hour and put my colleagues, Noman and Arham Soleja against each other, in which Noman easily defeated Arham by a margin of 4 goals to nill. He went on to boast about it as if he had won the world cup. Fairplay, though.
Later, I played my opponent Nabil. I was able to defeat him without much difficulty by a margin of 3 goals to 2. Right After my match, I began to feel thirsty so I asked one of the Organizers to get me some water. He looked at me with discontent and said, "Wait, mein scene karta houn." After this, he whipped out an old Pepsi bottle, drank it, got up, vanished for 15 minutes and finally came back with water that tasted like Pepsi and a bit of Mountain Dew.
Afterwards, near the end of the day, Shehzad got to play too. He won his match as well by a scoreline that even he himself doesn't remember. Must've been a boring encounter because according to the Fifa commandments, you must boast about every victory. Finally, by the end of the day, we had all qualified for the next round, except for Arham, for obvious reasons.
Now I honestly thought that our event was badly managed, but then I met up with the Counterstrike team. They told me tales of true hardship and such that I couldn't even begin to imagine. They played without proper equipment. No headphones and their Organizers had a stunning lack of knowledge about the game. They did not even know how to switch sessions! Just fantastic. And to top it off, when the Team asked for the required gears, the Organizers promptly said that they'll have to bring their own. But somehow, they emerged victorious too.
After a day of being sent in circles, all of us were ready to head home, but it wasn't over yet. They stopped us on the way and began promoting their social events, especially the Carnival, which was to commence in an hour. They told us that we simply had to attend it. They said, "It'll be the best carnival ever!!" But having seen enough of their worldclass management and arrangements, we all looked at each other, gave them a positive response like all good delegations should, then left immediately.
Most of us didn't attend the second day of the Olympiad. Firstly, because of the city conditions and secondly, because you need some shaman-level patience to go through THAT again!
Thursday, 30 October 2014
Monday, 27 October 2014
Desi Tarka: The 2014 Welcome Party.
Written by Daniyal Rafat
“Once a year
go someplace you’ve never been before” said Dalai Lama. Well lama jee, you
should reshape your perception a little bit and instead every year you should
visit The PAF Chapter’s A-Levels Welcome Party. You know, with your robes and all...killing it!
PAF Chapter
A-levels Welcome Party 2014 was themed "Desi Tarka". When I got to the party, the
first glimpse of the legit arrangement brought me a thought, “Who is getting married tonight?”
It seriously could have been passed off as a desi style wedding ceremony, it was that colorful and bright. The Gol Gappa stand, the pakoray, and the Sugarcane Juice, made it all more realistic. The Decor was fitting. Girls in heavy, shiny, in other words, totally desi dresses. Good thing we have alot of weddings in Pakistan, 'cause the dress they wore at a certain wedding, only to throw it in a drawer never to be worn again, finally came out and on and voila!
It seriously could have been passed off as a desi style wedding ceremony, it was that colorful and bright. The Gol Gappa stand, the pakoray, and the Sugarcane Juice, made it all more realistic. The Decor was fitting. Girls in heavy, shiny, in other words, totally desi dresses. Good thing we have alot of weddings in Pakistan, 'cause the dress they wore at a certain wedding, only to throw it in a drawer never to be worn again, finally came out and on and voila!
Our seniors
started off by sending Ameen and his chota partner, Ahad, to do some badtameezi on the
dance floor. Their steps on badtameez dil got everyone pumped up. The only thing missing was a gorgeous Deepika Padukone. I know it was Chapter, and such things don't happen here *HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH* but we can dream, right?.
Finally, the stage was set for the AS to take over the mic. Well, we could have made a statement of intent that we are good too. So, two guys and a girl from AS got up and volunteered to perform and guess what? They decided to rap. Desi Tarka...and they decided to rap. Amazing. So amazing that their performance inspired some amazing cheers from the A2 gang standing at the back. *Wink* To further embarrass them, our deputy head bhai came along with his bae for the night, Yusuf, and danced to celebrate their love behind the rappers. Well, atleast they attracted the crowd's interest.
The highlight of the night though, was the past and present coming together and blowing everybody's minds off. Yes, Osaid Taan-Seen Tabrez, the man whose voice warmed Chapter's Redbricks to their very core, came back to perform a duet with the boy who people are calling "The Next Osaid", Shehrayar Rehan. And boy, was it amazing. They were probably singing together for the first time, but their chemistry was amazing, and they melted Chapter hearts.
The dinner was served and after that, came the most awaited phase of the party. The photography session. DSLR here, Retrica there, everywhere you could see people posing for pictures. There were some BEAUTIFUL pictures but one thing was flowing from every picture. Love. I'll leave you to judge the nature of this love though.
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| "No Deepika? No problem." -Ahad bin Wahid, Badtameezi Wala. |
Then the stage was taken up by Sara Sadiq and co. for their talk show themed play, “Aaj ki raat chapter k saath (Tonight with Chapter.)”, and boy, was it controversial. The esteemed guests included filmstar Meera as Injila Bilal. Meera ji, her presence always "attaches four moons to the gathering". Other guest was Bobby Khusra a.k.a Jahanzaib Khan, the head of the transvestites community. The show brought forward interesting news. When asked what kind of roles she likes to act upon, Meera ji answered, "Chicken Rolls". Okay, so Meera ji likes to 'act upon' Chicken Rolls..nice...Haha..Ha...Ha..*Scarred for life*
Another interesting question was when Bobby ji was asked his..no her.. no, his...her....ahhh what the hell, about their love interests. When (s)he answered that there was no one in particular, (s)he was asked her type. Being the modest person (s)he is, theanswer was, "Larka ho ya Larki, bus munasib ho". There we have it, for all those wondering souls out there, and in Chapter (No, I'm not being judgemental), you have your answer. If you're munasib, Bobby is yours for the taking.
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| "OhEmGee, the proposals have started coming!" Bobby Jee, with her/his evergreen...sorry, ever-black expression. |
Finally, the stage was set for the AS to take over the mic. Well, we could have made a statement of intent that we are good too. So, two guys and a girl from AS got up and volunteered to perform and guess what? They decided to rap. Desi Tarka...and they decided to rap. Amazing. So amazing that their performance inspired some amazing cheers from the A2 gang standing at the back. *Wink* To further embarrass them, our deputy head bhai came along with his bae for the night, Yusuf, and danced to celebrate their love behind the rappers. Well, atleast they attracted the crowd's interest.
The highlight of the night though, was the past and present coming together and blowing everybody's minds off. Yes, Osaid Taan-Seen Tabrez, the man whose voice warmed Chapter's Redbricks to their very core, came back to perform a duet with the boy who people are calling "The Next Osaid", Shehrayar Rehan. And boy, was it amazing. They were probably singing together for the first time, but their chemistry was amazing, and they melted Chapter hearts.
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| The smiles say it all, while the voices cast a spell. |
The dinner was served and after that, came the most awaited phase of the party. The photography session. DSLR here, Retrica there, everywhere you could see people posing for pictures. There were some BEAUTIFUL pictures but one thing was flowing from every picture. Love. I'll leave you to judge the nature of this love though.
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| So honey now, take me into your loving arms.Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars Place your head on my beating heart |
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"Amma gulkand bananay kay liye laayi thein. Main tumharay liye chura laya."
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Around closing time, the teachers tried their all to clear the crowd but no one listened. But how could they let it be? Up stepped Sir Shoaib and said just one sentence, "Chalo Chalo, Apni behnon ko baad mein rukhsat karlena", and all the boys scrammed. Typical Sir Shoaib, always cheeky. Makeen sahab joined in with his own declaration that stated, "Everybody here is a Mehram to each other"...
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| You have Makeen Sahab's permission. |
Edited by Shehroze Shaikh
Friday, 24 October 2014
Rag-Me-Not
-Inshirah Tahir
THE TORTURES OF BEING A JUNIOR!
So first day, new people, new life, and the red bricks and…
The utterly dreadful, horrifying and completely embarrassing aspect of *pauses for suspense music* getting ragged.
I remember walking in the morning and seeing the all-so innocent faces of our seniors and thinking that ‘those were just rumours, right? These people look way too nice to rag’, but boy were we wrong! They say that it was a tradition and our seniors left no stone was unturned when it came to living up to that tradition of making nervous, anxious and terrified juniors more miserable. Such fun, no?
Let me just begin by saying that we, in the spirit of ragging, were made to do things that we had never even imagined in our lives. And we, the girls, who were all too convinced that the delicacy our gender brings would protect us, were beyond wrong, because the senior girls made a point in practically chasing us around campus.
Swarms of seniors were literally gathered outside every single classroom, just looking for the opportunity to present itself so they could ambush. Know that once you step out of the boundaries of your class you are game, all guards down and no arms, completely at the mercy of the enemy.
They started with disfiguring our appearance; rubbing glitter and paint and what not all over our faces, even picking up stationary and casually scribbling over our first-day-of-school shiny white uniforms. Who asked for the autograph? *annoyed face* The marks their visits left on our uniforms further presented us as targets for anyone who needed one. The obvious thing to do was run to the restroom but no, that's no safe haven either. How could they let nature's call stop them from making us miserable? They follow you, and lock you up in there. No offense, but have you seen the restrooms here? Yeah, it was hell.
The seniors not only stripped us of our dignity but also our riches (Rs.100 doesn't make you rich. Editors here.), we did not even have to contemplate over lunch choices for we could no longer afford anything (yeah right, cause your "riches" could've bought you the whole canteen?) and for the rare few who actually managed to savage food for themselves, it was taken away in the name of ‘first day treats'.
If you think people lack confidence walking into their new campuses on the first day, imagine being in the crowd of over six hundred 'amazing' students and having to sing out loud. Not just songs but nursery rhymes too or having to dance to the most embarrassing of routines with everyone watching until the viewers are satisfied *wears sand bag over face*
Set this aside, imagine getting your beautiful nails painted in school or walking around freely with make-up on. Dream come true, isn't it? The only setback, you are a guy! Yes exactly! Guys had to go through forced makeovers on their first days of school and had their faces plastered with lipsticks, blushes, liners. (Female editors: They have a right to look pretty too y'know) (Male editor: Humein chorr do, humaray haal pay) Literally the whole package and mostly the poor people couldn't even wash it off. (Editors: there's this thing called water-proof make-up)
There were even times when these oh-so determined seniors went as far as actually entering classes and entertaining themselves right there. (Editors: O behen kia keh rahi ho?) Yes, that was the agony of our first day *wipes tears*. Us poor souls with no refuge whatsoever were powerless in the face of the cruel plans of the opposing A2 forces (You make it sound so wrong, woman); but worry not we will have our vengeance soon enough, soon enough indeed. *evil laugh* (editors: ...still waiting *yawn*).
However to be entirely honest by the end of the day most people had had a good laugh. Will we continue this tradition next year or not is entirely up to us (editors: not really kiddo, thats the office's decision) but one thing is for certain, a little harmless ragging and some teasing doesn't offend anyone *Peace*
-Ahmed Mujtaba.
LES MISERABLES.
So let us begin with the cliché of ”better late than never”. Well I say this because it has nearly been two months since we “welcomed” our esteemed AS. However, this “LEGEN-wait for it –DARY “event of traditional RAGGING needs to be the hightlight of our very own PAF Chapter’s Blog.
So kids, it all began like any other day but this was no ordinary day. Why? Well, because you see it was 1st September, the fated day for the arrival of our now-beloved AS. And unbeknownst to them we were waiting secretly to ambush them, like Na-Maloom Afrad waiting for the cash in on protests. Even though the authorities were on high alert (that’s not saying much though) and we had been forbidden to harass our lovely bachas on the grounds of ragging being “unethical-trauma-inducing-practice” (a little birdie told me). Well our spy network was able to glean these highlights from the overload of delicious-blogging-data that flooded the campus that day.
So this is how it happened... after a few incidents of money snatching, the AS became too afraid to come out of their classes and it was observed that whenever it was asked of a person of their allegiance to a class, an AS would turn on their heels and run like TURBO. But being the fastest snail did not help much because the elders were on a whole new level.
A couple (or so it seemed ) were found indulged near the canteen. The “gentlemen” inside us let the girl go but the boy-who-lived-later was made to do a pole dance and give up his money (Most people would GET money for that *wink*). What's shocking is not the tragedy that befell our friend but his willingness to be a part of this ordeal (Shoqiya mizaaj kay thay bhai).
Moreover, a friend of mine from the “blogging team” was dragged out of Sir Aijaz’s class and poured water on. Not only that, Oh no, they ran after him, kicked him and took his money. “Bechara”. He had to seek political asylum in Miss Naureen ‘s office. Way to go Khawar. #classicpakistanipoliticalstyle.
The chronicles do not end there, I myself found a little AS near the end of the day and God knows I made the most out of that opportunity. I put lipstick on Anas while Imad and Waleed modrerated our performance (Editor here: Imad Aleem and Waleed bin Khalid ragged people? Qayaamat aanay wali hai.)
Also, it has been reported that girls were running while miscreants chased them with water bottles. Hmm. No sign of the authorities *looks over the horizon*
While people danced, sang and gave money to our Hit Squad, we took valuable notes. Well that’s how we roll . This is journalism, we got to eat dudes. (Editors: You ate dudes?) ...Okay, "eat, dudes".
Furthermore Shiraz reported that they made off with a couple of thousands and another friend quoted “last time, they did it to us. So we got even” . I agree (that’s the spirit).
So that’s all folks *bugs bunny voice*. Oh, but wait. Next day a friend of mine was kicked out of the class because he was ragging in the grounds (though he was forgiven, later ). Also, reports came flooding in that OUR SUPER SHERIFF MISS HILA was on the roll and many miscreants were detained while the heinous acts ensued on the first. Many were made Criminal Informants later while they left on probation (that’s the gossip so I guess we have a mole, I keep mine as a pet though ). And sanctuary was provided by Miss Naureen while the teachers reported those who got impatient and broke into classes. Snow sprays , BABY LIPS and other contrabands were also confiscated.
*PEACE*
THE TORTURES OF BEING A JUNIOR!
So first day, new people, new life, and the red bricks and…
The utterly dreadful, horrifying and completely embarrassing aspect of *pauses for suspense music* getting ragged.
I remember walking in the morning and seeing the all-so innocent faces of our seniors and thinking that ‘those were just rumours, right? These people look way too nice to rag’, but boy were we wrong! They say that it was a tradition and our seniors left no stone was unturned when it came to living up to that tradition of making nervous, anxious and terrified juniors more miserable. Such fun, no?
Let me just begin by saying that we, in the spirit of ragging, were made to do things that we had never even imagined in our lives. And we, the girls, who were all too convinced that the delicacy our gender brings would protect us, were beyond wrong, because the senior girls made a point in practically chasing us around campus.
Swarms of seniors were literally gathered outside every single classroom, just looking for the opportunity to present itself so they could ambush. Know that once you step out of the boundaries of your class you are game, all guards down and no arms, completely at the mercy of the enemy.
They started with disfiguring our appearance; rubbing glitter and paint and what not all over our faces, even picking up stationary and casually scribbling over our first-day-of-school shiny white uniforms. Who asked for the autograph? *annoyed face* The marks their visits left on our uniforms further presented us as targets for anyone who needed one. The obvious thing to do was run to the restroom but no, that's no safe haven either. How could they let nature's call stop them from making us miserable? They follow you, and lock you up in there. No offense, but have you seen the restrooms here? Yeah, it was hell.
The seniors not only stripped us of our dignity but also our riches (Rs.100 doesn't make you rich. Editors here.), we did not even have to contemplate over lunch choices for we could no longer afford anything (yeah right, cause your "riches" could've bought you the whole canteen?) and for the rare few who actually managed to savage food for themselves, it was taken away in the name of ‘first day treats'.
If you think people lack confidence walking into their new campuses on the first day, imagine being in the crowd of over six hundred 'amazing' students and having to sing out loud. Not just songs but nursery rhymes too or having to dance to the most embarrassing of routines with everyone watching until the viewers are satisfied *wears sand bag over face*
Set this aside, imagine getting your beautiful nails painted in school or walking around freely with make-up on. Dream come true, isn't it? The only setback, you are a guy! Yes exactly! Guys had to go through forced makeovers on their first days of school and had their faces plastered with lipsticks, blushes, liners. (Female editors: They have a right to look pretty too y'know) (Male editor: Humein chorr do, humaray haal pay) Literally the whole package and mostly the poor people couldn't even wash it off. (Editors: there's this thing called water-proof make-up)
There were even times when these oh-so determined seniors went as far as actually entering classes and entertaining themselves right there. (Editors: O behen kia keh rahi ho?) Yes, that was the agony of our first day *wipes tears*. Us poor souls with no refuge whatsoever were powerless in the face of the cruel plans of the opposing A2 forces (You make it sound so wrong, woman); but worry not we will have our vengeance soon enough, soon enough indeed. *evil laugh* (editors: ...still waiting *yawn*).
However to be entirely honest by the end of the day most people had had a good laugh. Will we continue this tradition next year or not is entirely up to us (editors: not really kiddo, thats the office's decision) but one thing is for certain, a little harmless ragging and some teasing doesn't offend anyone *Peace*
-Ahmed Mujtaba.
LES MISERABLES.
So let us begin with the cliché of ”better late than never”. Well I say this because it has nearly been two months since we “welcomed” our esteemed AS. However, this “LEGEN-wait for it –DARY “event of traditional RAGGING needs to be the hightlight of our very own PAF Chapter’s Blog.
So kids, it all began like any other day but this was no ordinary day. Why? Well, because you see it was 1st September, the fated day for the arrival of our now-beloved AS. And unbeknownst to them we were waiting secretly to ambush them, like Na-Maloom Afrad waiting for the cash in on protests. Even though the authorities were on high alert (that’s not saying much though) and we had been forbidden to harass our lovely bachas on the grounds of ragging being “unethical-trauma-inducing-practice” (a little birdie told me). Well our spy network was able to glean these highlights from the overload of delicious-blogging-data that flooded the campus that day.
So this is how it happened... after a few incidents of money snatching, the AS became too afraid to come out of their classes and it was observed that whenever it was asked of a person of their allegiance to a class, an AS would turn on their heels and run like TURBO. But being the fastest snail did not help much because the elders were on a whole new level.
A couple (or so it seemed ) were found indulged near the canteen. The “gentlemen” inside us let the girl go but the boy-who-lived-later was made to do a pole dance and give up his money (Most people would GET money for that *wink*). What's shocking is not the tragedy that befell our friend but his willingness to be a part of this ordeal (Shoqiya mizaaj kay thay bhai).
Moreover, a friend of mine from the “blogging team” was dragged out of Sir Aijaz’s class and poured water on. Not only that, Oh no, they ran after him, kicked him and took his money. “Bechara”. He had to seek political asylum in Miss Naureen ‘s office. Way to go Khawar. #classicpakistanipoliticalstyle.
The chronicles do not end there, I myself found a little AS near the end of the day and God knows I made the most out of that opportunity. I put lipstick on Anas while Imad and Waleed modrerated our performance (Editor here: Imad Aleem and Waleed bin Khalid ragged people? Qayaamat aanay wali hai.)
Also, it has been reported that girls were running while miscreants chased them with water bottles. Hmm. No sign of the authorities *looks over the horizon*
While people danced, sang and gave money to our Hit Squad, we took valuable notes. Well that’s how we roll . This is journalism, we got to eat dudes. (Editors: You ate dudes?) ...Okay, "eat, dudes".
Furthermore Shiraz reported that they made off with a couple of thousands and another friend quoted “last time, they did it to us. So we got even” . I agree (that’s the spirit).
So that’s all folks *bugs bunny voice*. Oh, but wait. Next day a friend of mine was kicked out of the class because he was ragging in the grounds (though he was forgiven, later ). Also, reports came flooding in that OUR SUPER SHERIFF MISS HILA was on the roll and many miscreants were detained while the heinous acts ensued on the first. Many were made Criminal Informants later while they left on probation (that’s the gossip so I guess we have a mole, I keep mine as a pet though ). And sanctuary was provided by Miss Naureen while the teachers reported those who got impatient and broke into classes. Snow sprays , BABY LIPS and other contrabands were also confiscated.
*PEACE*
Tuesday, 21 October 2014
Inside: Zabmun VII.
Written By Shehroze Ahmed Shaikh.
Zabmun *sigh*
That is a sigh of happiness, just by the way, if you know it is. On sunday, at the closing ceremony of Zabmun VII, The City School PAF Chapter was announced the 3rd Best Delegation at the conference, finishing behind IBA and Lyceum, by the slightest of margins. I stress on the word 'slightest' because the points difference was five points from 1st place and only one from 2nd place.
Nonetheless, a superb performance by our delegations. On behalf of the Student Blogging Team, I congratulate all of the delegates (ALL OF THEM), the PSS council, their trainer and the whole of The City School PAF Chapter on this latest addition to our successes. Chalk it up, people, and leave some room, because I'm sure our MUNNERs are just warming up. Lets give you all an inside report on the happenings at Zabmun VII, the highs and lows, everything.
Zabmun *sigh*
That is a sigh of happiness, just by the way, if you know it is. On sunday, at the closing ceremony of Zabmun VII, The City School PAF Chapter was announced the 3rd Best Delegation at the conference, finishing behind IBA and Lyceum, by the slightest of margins. I stress on the word 'slightest' because the points difference was five points from 1st place and only one from 2nd place.
Nonetheless, a superb performance by our delegations. On behalf of the Student Blogging Team, I congratulate all of the delegates (ALL OF THEM), the PSS council, their trainer and the whole of The City School PAF Chapter on this latest addition to our successes. Chalk it up, people, and leave some room, because I'm sure our MUNNERs are just warming up. Lets give you all an inside report on the happenings at Zabmun VII, the highs and lows, everything.
First of all, lets talk about the People's trainer, the man at the top, Yelmaz Mujtaba. It cannot be denied that ever since Yelmaz offered his services to the PSS, the Society has been moving in only one direction, Up. However, with all that in mind, I have only one point of criticism, the motto. Apparently, as told by a delegate (Yes, there is a mole in the PSS), the motto Yelmaz gave to the delegations was "This is our year". Hmmmm. Now, it is an established fact that Yelmaz is a Liverpool fan. But seriously? This is our year? Liverpool have been using that motto for so many years, and with it, in the last two decades, they've won the same number of League titles as I have. ZERO! Makes you wonder if he chose a different motto, maybe our delegation would have been No.1. Oh well, it was just a 'slip', right Yelmaz? *Winks* *In case, you're wondering, yes I'm a United fan.*
Zabmun kicked off with the opening ceremony on the 9th of October, and the welcome video was greeted with a roar from the Pafian crowd when on came the segment of a PAF Chapter alumni, Usman Baig. Throughout the minute long playback of his speech, our delegates showed that warm feeling of love and respect. Must have been a confidence booster for all who call the Redbricks their second home.
Now the sessions, and we all will hear how our delegates rocked the conference and how they managed to bash and beat the likes of Nixor, KGS and other top notch teams, but one thing you might not hear is the interesting crisis that was presented in the IAEA. It was said that Taaliban have taken over Pakistan's nuclear supplies (It's a Jewish Conspiracy) and their first target would be the BLO headquarters. BLO stands for Bilawal Lovers Organisation. Well, that's very...religious of them, you know, the Taaliban. Striking at the place of BLO's job, you know.
The entertainment sessions, and who could represent PAF Chapter better than the man with an entire facebook page to his name. Yes people, our very own Mr.Lame-O, *drumroll* Usama Khawar. In his committee's entertainment session, Usama was asked to be a stand up comedian. Piece of cake, as Usama left the room in chills with his thanday jokes. Here are some of his masterpieces:
- "I was planning on becoming a stand comedian...but then I realised I'm way too lazy to stand up for that long."
- *His chair's name was Govinda Hira.* "Is there anyone named Hira here? 'Cause I wanna go-win-the Hira."
I have more, but we bloggers have to follow an ethical code which says "NO TORTURE". Admins of 'Khawar Ki Chussein', contact me for more.
One man who experienced both, highs and lows, was senior PSS member, Imad Aleem. As reported, Imad was cruising towards the Best Delegate award. But had to settle for an Honourable Mention, because apparently, the man did not draft a resolution. So close, Imad. So close. On a personal level though, Imad was flattered. Just like in PAFMUN earlier this year, Imad was a hot topic during the chit passing, with girls making frequent comments about his 'body temperature'. Damn, Imad. Last year, you were called cute. and now, this. Its a good thing you won't be around next year, warna to...*raises eyebrows* *controls the mind and gets back to work*
Apart from all the nonsense and inside gossip I just mentioned, Zabmun truly was an amazing experience for the delegates. The wave of facebook statuses and pictures that followed the results was an encouraging sight. Seniors congratulating juniors, alumnis joining in, the pictures showing the bonds between the People, everything was exactly like how you see in a close knit family. Lets hope this family gels even further, and brings forth more success to PAF Chapter. Take it all in PSS, it's your moment. Cheers.
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