Was 19.5.15 the Black Day for TIP? #TISFconfessions #wisevoters #wowicouldntbeliveit

This article is a submission by Omer Khan of 1st year. His views about elections. 

I witnessed my first elections at TIP. It was no doubt a thrilling experience.
I would surely congratulate the current panel. But the panel that I supported was ASL.

For me ASL was a complete package, Arsalan Alam has management skills yet experience, Shehryar Shareef, well this guy deserved to win. Not even being a part of TISF he was already working to revive TIAF. He would have surely done it if he would have been given a chance to be a part of TISF. Umer Lodhi, who doesn’t know him for his intelligence in other words he is renowned only for his intelligence. He would have been perfect for the post of FS.

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TIP honours employees this Eid

In a historic move to finally honour the hardworking, unappreciated, and hidden faces behind Textile Institute of Pakistan’s impressive machinery and formidable facade, the highly effective governing board has fired at least 18 staff members this Eid.

“TIP was my first job. I’ve served TIP for over a decade, and this is what they do to me. I’m literally being pushed out of the gates”, said one victim before breaking into tears.

A number of the diligent employees who lost their job had been serving TIP since its inception, while most had been rendering valuable services to the institute’s management and upkeep for over past 5 years.

According to reliable sources, majority of the employees who have been terminated under the pretext of ‘cost cutting’ were in the petty salary range of Rs.7,000 to 15,000 per month.

It has also been reported that Continue reading “TIP honours employees this Eid”

If only they would speak

Many years ago on a street in my neighborhood was a pack of dogs. They would chase every car that would pass by. Barking and chasing until the car went past. Sometimes there were a few. Other times they were joined by friends from neighborhoods far far away. They would tire themselves out and triumphantly return back to the pack, perhaps thinking that they scared the car away.

No one knew what they wanted. One time we stopped our car and the poor animal halted dead in its tracks, its bark fading into a puppy like squeal, and scared out of its wits it retreated in its own tracks.

Then one day they just disappeared. Perhaps they were trying to say something.

What is it about TIP that makes TIP, TIP?

What is the first thing that you get to hear when you tell someone that you are a grad or an undergrad from TIP?

Is it “ Uhm..can you tell me exactly where this is located?

Or, “Oh wow! Beautiful campus, hun! Wonderful lake that you have got there!”

Or,  “ Okay. I have heard Texperts are kindov spoilt; they aren’t as hardworking as NEDians you know”

Or, ” That’s nice, you know their designers are so much better than Indus.”

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Wake up and smell the slums

By Rabiyya Abdullah, TDT 1

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I pass by this route daily for TIP, and each day see things that make me feel sad, depressed, emotional, and guilty and make me realize how selfish I am, yet I do nothing.

I saw two little kids today sharing out of a thrown away theli of dried up biryani on the sidewalk. I saw a small boy probably two, begging a shopkeeper for candy and the man in return throwing water on the little boy to move him out of his shop. I saw a tiny girl of around four carrying a bag of rice her size on her head while older men glared at her with hungry eyes. I saw an old man hitting a boy half his size for breaking a bottle. I saw a little puppy being kicked and the men around laughing as it whimpered. I saw a mentally handicapped girl of about seven, covered in dirt, lying on the sidewalk alongside a dog and eating what the dog ate, and being treated like one. I saw men making obscene signs at little girls who were walking to school. I saw a homeless man sleeping on a broken bench, with only an opened up cardboard box covering him.

This is what I saw today. This is what we all see everyday. Yet we do nothing.

Korangi today has a very large slum of its own.

We applaud the makers of ‘Slumdog Millionaire’ and sing Jai ho!, but did we Continue reading “Wake up and smell the slums”

Salt, Pepper and the Spices of Life

By Rahim Jindani, TS2

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You’re sitting at a table, having a meal with some friends. Bowls of soup are served to everyone at the table. Before tasting the soup, the person next to you reaches for the salt and pepper, and for the next 20 seconds vigorously shakes into the soup more salt and pepper than you would use in a month.

You have a look full of agony on your face. These thoughts immediately go through your mind: “Why would you put salt and pepper in soup, or on any dish, BEFORE you taste it? How do you know how much to add?” You might also think, “How can someone put so much salt and pepper in their food?”

Of course, the roles could be reversed. You might be the one who loves to put a lot of salt and pepper on your food and the person next to you eats the soup without adding salt or pepper. In that case, you think, “How can she eat this bland soup without putting any seasoning in it?”

When it comes to salt, pepper, onions, garlic, curry or just about any type of seasoning, we tend to see things only on way – OUR way. Continue reading “Salt, Pepper and the Spices of Life”