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Innalillahe wainna elaihe rajeoun

Quack team and students of TIP express their deep sorrows on demise of Rubina Khan’s Father. May ALLAH bless his soul in heaven and give his family, strength to bear this loss. (Ameen)

I, Rabbiya Abdullah and Nussebah Osman have started an un-official organizing committee, that will be organizing events and raising funds for charity. We are people who like having fun yet want to do our part for the society.

We have selected two committee members on basis of interest from each year of the design department and some have already been selected from the marketing department to assist us in organizing and making decisions. Further committee members will be selected according to participation.We had our first meeting a while back and the turn out was impressive. We decided on a name for the committee and settled with ‘T spectrum’ and people who were interested signed up as members.

Anybody who would like to join is welcome and can come and sit in on any of our meetings to see what we are all about. We took part in an event recently and raised a reasonably good amount. (Thanks to the people who helped out selflessly. Ahsan, Godil, Mustafa, Rameez, Habib, Jawad, Rida, Faizan, Uzair, Nabah and TDT1, Sherry, Nehdiyah and Saad)

We have agreed on a short term agenda and have also been offered sponsorship for our next event which we will be further discussing at our next meeting. We always talk about how we feel bad for the less privileged, yet we don’t want to give up the privileges God has blessed us with and so we are combining the two, so you can enjoy yet do a bit for those who don’t get to.

We hope to see you all at the next meeting!

The child sat there, his body covered in bruises, his left leg broken. However, his eyes focused on the cold body lying next to him. His blood-covered hand moved towards the soft, ardent face. His eyes searched for the warmth radiating from the face he knew so well. However, the eyes remained shut; the body numb. The child was a child no more. He had witnessed death: the death of his mother.
Happy Valintines Day!

This story is a story of just one of those millions who lose their loved ones everyday. Of those who are left to face the harsh realities of life. Of those who cry for help, their cries fading away unanswered. And do you know why their bitter cries remaim unanswered? It is because we flip through the T.V channels. We stop when we hear of a bomb blast. A wave of ocean and grief hits us.We shake our heads at the cruelty and the injustice, at the fate of the victoms. And then? and then we change the channel. And then we erase the picture from our memories. And it is then that their cries remain unanswered.
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Good News for talented actors at TIP…

Dramatics Society Brings a one day theater workshop with Mr. Munnawar Ali, Founder & Director of Behroop Theater, on Tuesday, Febuary 23th 2010 in the Amphitheater in last slot.

Everyone is welcomed, be a part of dramatics of TIP..

For details:

Moiz Ashfaq (AMM2)

Mohsin Butt (AMM2)

Hi everyone,

The magazine team is on the go and awaits your precious contributions; I hope most of you would have started writing whatever you want to contribute.

• Poems
• Articles
• Reports on events at TIP
• Articles in Roman Urdu will also be appreciated

And we still have room for members in design and marketing team of the magazine, those who are interested can contact any member of the publication team.

We are thankful to those who have contributed. The last date for contribution is March 7th, 2010. Find more updates soon! Send your entries to:

Muhammad Mohsin Butt: mohsin8190@hotmail.com

Amna Khan: amnakhan_111@yahoo.com

Rameez Ahmed Khan: rameezkhan87@yahoo.com

“There is truth in saying time heals all wounds, physically the healing begins in moment and our body do all the work but when a relationship is injured some heal in a day others lay bare for the rest of our life’s, sometimes we only have to heal our self and sometimes our true work lies in healing others”

When life seems to be going perfect as you plan, then a person draws a feeling which then grows into hope which then turn into quiet thought which then turn into a quiet word and then word grows louder and louder till there is a battle cry from wind to sun, altering the perspective towards life turning negative thoughts into positive implying life is awesome, every music you hear makes you feel certain whatever this sound is, it’s the most beautiful sound in the world, it’s something that is part mathematics and part euphoria you are convinced that whatever this is it’s a gift to the world all the hurt over the flood of emotions and so it strikes you that not everyone could appreciate this miracle. The music stimulates your sorrow for those who could not hear or understand the essence of it that you feel and so you broaden your feeling by hearing the wind across the plain, a sound that is so strong that calls your name, its feels wild like the jungle and warm like the summer and at the same time your heart is apt to beating much more faster than usual implying in a language of beats Read the rest of this entry »

Years before there was a need, a need for a platform where students of TIP can raise their voices; Voice against management’s so called student friendly policies, voice against dirty student politics, voice against whatever that was not good for TIP and its stakeholders. A group of students with in TIP thought of what could be done to put their voice on front and speak their heart out. Finally they came up with something we all know as QUACK, TIP’s independent Newspaper, and those students were known as, ‘The People who C.A.R.E.’.

Few days back I was sitting in the orientation of new born TIPian in the auditorium, when I distributed the copies of QUACK to them that it was their place to speak out independently, suddenly a voice came for the stage, ‘ Tell them it’s moderated’. Some of you might agree with the context, I to agree to it as well, but we all know that body language speaks more than your words. I would like to be more clear with what I have to say, Faces might have changed, but the passion and the aims are still the same, more you try to suppress us, the more we C.A.R.E.

Whatever happens we’ll always be there and I would like to say it again, the faces might change but there will always be someone who would C.A.R.E.