Cleaning my closet

When I came to Pakistan, Karachi, I was lucky, because I got closet. It is pretty big. I can fit a lot of things. In beginning I didn't have too much stuff, so my closet was more than half empty. All over the suddent I started to collect all kind random stuff. Now, when I look back, I'm asking myself: why the hell I ever brought all this to my closet..?
Today I have a problem - there simply too much stuff. I can't reallocate as this room is only one property I have... I can't simply throw it away either as things are mixed so much that sometimes is hard to identify what is what.
Everyday when coming back home I find all that mess. Damn it - it's so annoying, you can't even imagine.
I hate myself for this mess because I can't even move out because I wouldn't be able to carry everything along with me... I can't even make more shelves.
Oh well, charity is always serves for good. But I doubt if some one would need my stuff. Pretty sure each and everyone has it's own ways to manage closets.
I guess this is my true nature: the more space I have - the more stuff I keep with me. Wish I could be a tourist with only one back bag... Would avoid so much trouble.
I need to get angry on myself and clean my closet...

I talk to Pakistanis quite a lot. And I like it. I met all kind of Pakistanis, from different backgrounds, social levels, different mindsets, less and more religious, raised abroad but building career in Pakistan and etc.
While talking to them I truly see how patriotic they are towards their culture, religion and history. But when I go out on the street, it is hard to believe they are talking about the same country which I see on the way to office, coming back from local shop, etc.
Honestly speaking, I'm very sad seeing how Pakistanis polluting their country, how easy is to throw paper from the chocolate bar or out of the car window on the street... The lights on the main street are on (well, most of the time) only 30-40 % capacity.
Every second Pakistani has something negative about their government (this is something not very different from Lithuania). All know they are corrupted and the president is the definition of corruption.

Some of these things are really hard to fix or influence by a regular citizen... But the most painful moment for me is to see how they rubbishing their country. I keep asking them: why did you throw that paper on the ground? Do you want your kids running on this street and get disease? Or will you lock your family from outside world? You don't have enough of drinking water! But still you polluting environment... Gosh… I'm running out of arguments to make them open their eyes.
Well, let it be. It is not my county. After many years they will be coming to my country to enjoy balanced nature and urbanism life style. Countdown begins...

P.S. Karachi was designed for 1 million people, then re-planned in the 1980s for 6 million; later the population reached 14 million and still growing. The city generates 8000 tons of garbage each day; only 40 per cent of which is collected. Eighty-six percent of the city's sewage goes untreated, fouling natural drainage creeks and rivers. Air pollution in Karachi and other Pakistani cities is estimated to be 20 times higher than the maximum levels recommended by the World Health Organisation; that is just the beginning... [www.europaworld.org]

Role Model

How cool is to have a hero who inspires you to do something more then you would normally do... in this story I will call such people not hero’s (not because Batman and Spiderman doesn't exist) but 'role models'. As far as I remember myself, I always had role models around me. Not sure if I chose them wisely - that could be commended by you... So I started my collection as all normal kids having father as a role model. Later I became more and more independent from parents and more influenced by local friends in the street. I always wanted to ride bike faster then kid from 4th floor, catch bigger fish then my cousin in village, score more points playing basketball with older guys in the yard! And God is my witness; I was practicing to reach their level! Remember those summer days when I used to wake in early morning because of lousy moms hair dryer which she used to use before going to office and loud Tv with cartoons which my sister was watching before going to kindergarten... As soon they leave, I used to get up, make few sandwiches and go practice with my bike and basketball before other friends join me late noon...
Another tremendous impact on my life was done by AIESEC. Here I found many inspiring people whom I wanted follow and believe. However today I started to think if I'm really happy what I did to myself... I was surrounded by so many people whom I couldn't be so that now I don't know if I'm good even at one damn thing…

Conversation

Conversation with Pakistani guy...
A: so when you planning to get marry?
P: oh, I don't know... Maybe in 4-5 years...
A: so do you have any girl in mind?
P: oh no! I don't care too much. I'll let it do to my mom...
A: ???
P: what my mom will choose for me, I know it will be perfect...
A: don't you want to be involved in that process?
P: naah... Anyways girls don't like me...
A: I'm sure that many girls would find you smart...
P: my mom selected wife for my brother, so let her select and for me...
A: (sigh)... 'whatever'

Bang Bang !

People - only one creature in the world who purposely developing weapons not to defend themselves but kill each other.
I like when I find a competitive enemy. I know he will not give up to me. I know we will be sneaky to each other and we will never close eyes while sleeping. I like to feel that someone can stand against me. I like to be in concious. Every minute, any second - Bang! And you are dead... No second chance...

Each time someone falls - I get bigger, stronger and faster. I need you to feed my hunger...

Bang!

Jungle law

Why Lion is a king of the jungle? He is not the biggest one in Safari... He is not the fastest on the ground... But he has a powerful roar coming from his throat. And he has something what most of us are missing. He has a feeling of ownership... Does he asks zebra when he is hungry? Does he asks zebra for permision or approval? Is he waiting for some secret signs from other animals before going to hunt? I don't think so...
If I would stop waiting for a sign from a girl to ask her out, if I would stop hesitating to ask for higher salary and more responsibilities, if I would stop thinking for a second what other people think about me... I would be a stronger personality. I would be a person with respect and authority.

Jungles are calling! Back to the nature... Back to the roots.

Lets the party get started!

One thing which I can't get use to in Pakistan is Parties... Rember when I was 12-13 years old, I used to attend or organize 'parties' with my friends which looked something like that: we gether to one place, we have small snacks from a local shop (or in best case moms made food), we get some cold drinks (pepsi, for example), cool music and the party ready to go!
Now, imagine the same with people who are over 20s... I'm not trying to make fun of those people; for God sake No! I just want to illustrate what I see happening around.
From one hand it is very cost effective way to have fun. Also it is good for health! But the problem for people like me that we can't really enjoy such parties... I have to mention that there are 'advanced' pakistanis who can 'drink' and smoke up! Which makes them even more pathetic... (from my point of view). Or maybe I'm saying it only because I have my own antipathy for easy drugs. However, from one year experience in Pakistan I made a conclusion, that pakistanis don't know how to drink. By saying that I mean the atitude they have then they are drunk and the reason they getting drunk. Of caurse I'm not a role model as well and there is nothink cool in that. But the thing is that they traying come up with something (like copying western living style) but they not good in that.
There culture has nothing to do with alcohol - so don't! Before coming here last year I was afraid that I will stop drinking... I didn't, because I was living witg other foreigners.
All in all I hope we all will find our own way to express ourselves...

Protect your kids from drugs and alcohol...