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KEMCOLIAN CHRONICLES (PART 2)

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 This post was published in KELLOGS on 10/4/2011

By Farkhanda Qaiser

The next one on the list is ‘The Lahore Museum.’ HEY no…!! I’m not about to commence on a lecture about arts and craft and how we should value our glorious past! We all have studied that in our history books.

Instead I will give you a detailed account of how my first and only trip (after coming to ke) to the museum turned out to be. And also the things to look out for.
The first shock awaited us at the entrance when the plump ticket guy told us that no cameras and mobiles are allowed inside. I mean, what gibberish he was uttering…! We had come on a fun trip and he expected us to go without taking any pictures and thus any memories to show off to those of our friends who hadn’t turned up…! He seriously needed some lectures on girls-with-digital cam psychology. And I had a mind of doing just that when my panicked friends decided to restrain me by buying me a kid ticket! Well yes, I got that colorful, small and cheap one while all others got that boring and expensive adult ticket. Good, atleast the plump man had learnt one lesson to appease angry girls. Give a discount…! Aaah yes discount was the magic word that did it for me and I agreed to forgive the poor uncle who was just doing his job.
Then we entered the majestic and ancient museum that gave you the feeling of a church.
(you’d understand what I mean, if you’ve been to a church) The far-away roof, the red brick walls, the tall standing mighty pillars and the emptiness of it all. You could shout and your voice would echo. I actually felt like playing ‘pakran pakrai’ because there was just so much empty space but then my eyes fell on the handsome Mughal Emperor, Babur! Lo and Behold! If crush at first sight actually exists then this was my moment of experiencing it first hand! His portrait had been engraved on elephant teeth. And he looked so dashing and royal that he took my breath away (figuratively speake ing) It was definitely hard to believe that he had fought all those battles of Panipat and many more. Anyhow as we were running short of time so we (I) had to move on grudgingly. We saw some more portraits of Mughals. Our medical knowledge definitely helped us here. We diagnosed Sher Shah Suri and Mumtaz Mahal with Down’s syndrome. Poor people, they never even knew they had an extra chromosome! Then we saw a thoracopagus vase (we had recently taken our Profs so all the pagus kids were definitely in our mind). Actually 3 vases were joined at the imaginary thoracic level and thus our diagnosis. We got so excited at watching this vase that we started yelling ‘look, thoracopagus,’ ‘Omg! Thoracopagus!’ and nudging each other to have a peek at our discovery…! All our commotion definitely diverted the attention of the handful of people in the museum towards us. A group of school kids probably on a field trip even passed by us complaining of all sorts of ailments and pains saying, ‘gosh I have a severe headache,’ ‘my tummy ache is really bothering me’ and believe it or not a kid even had the audacity to say, ‘I need a cure for my heart ache!’
Heartache! Seriously what has the world come to! Little toddlers (okay not exactly toddlers but kids in early teens) were actually trying to flirt with grown up to-be lady doctors…! Tch tch. These Indian soaps have really corrupted the young minds…!
Shaking our heads, we moved on to the next section which was ‘The Islamic History.’
There were many old manuscripts of The Holy Quran which were elegantly handwritten. Personal possessions of The Prophet Muhammad (s.a.w) had also been preserved. Beautiful pottery and things of daily use of Muslims of that era fascinated us so much that we wished we could do that harry-potter-style-glass-vanishing-magic and run away with all that stuff…! But alas, we couldn’t!
Cursing our inability to do magic, we then proceeded to ‘The Hinduism, Buddhism and Jainism’ sections. All sorts of statues awaited us here. The many-handed and many-headed gods of Hindus with their tongues protruding out; the Buddha in his meditating posture; the Holy cow; the snakes and finally each phase of the life of Buddha carved on stone. Very interesting, indeed!
However, now we were tiring and wanted to freshen up so started looking around for the washroom. Then one of us remembered spotting 2 doors, one of which was labeled ‘mastoorat’ and the other also had a similar sounding word. We automatically assumed that mastoorat would mean ‘washroom.’ Glad at having found a fancy alternate for the word washroom, we went around asking for the directions of ‘mastoorat’ only to find out later that mastoorat means ‘ladies’ and not washroom…! LOL
After having had a laugh at our faux pas, we strolled to the last section of the museum which was situated on the 1st floor. The Pakistan Movement. This part of the museum was definitely more developed as compared to the rest. The entire history was recounted in the form of pictures from that era. Both black and white and colorful. We finally got to see all those faces whom we only knew by names. Mohsin-ul-Mulk, Ameer Ali, Maulana Zafar Ali Khan, Sir Syed Ahmad Khan and other similar names. However one face particularly drew our attention and that was the face of Nawab Viqar-ul-Mulk who had a striking resemblance to the previous HOD of the Physiology Department of KEMU. We then pondered over the possible link between the two and ultimately reached a consensus that the HOD must be a descendent of Nawab saab.
Carrying this thought in mind and all the other wonderful memories of this trip to the Museum, we then headed towards our very own KEMU as we were getting late for the next lecture. Ah yes, back to the lectures!
However this trip ensured me of one thing. We must promote active learning of history in schools. This would definitely increase the interest of students in this boring subject. And one way of active learning is visiting such museums…!
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KEMCOLIAN CHRONICLES (PART 1)

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This post was published in KELLOGS, the official blog of King Edward Literary Society on 10/4/2011

By Farkhanda Qaiser

Ever wondered what’s the best thing about studying in KE?

A typical reply would be: “If you’re in KE, what more could you want? After all, you’d be the best of the best, the cream of the nation…!”
Well, you see that’s a reply you’d get from a non-kemcolian who has no idea what life in KE is actually all about…
Life in KE is much beyond the usual sub stages, modules and tests that medical students have to endure…
How? You might ask…
In fact, you might even be bamboozled by the fact that kemcolians can have a life outside of B.D. Churasia, Mushtaq, Guyton and Firdous…!
And that’s considering the fact that almost all the toppers of all the education boards in Pakistan have landed exclusively in KE…and thus contribute to the theta image of our prestigious university…but even these thetas can’t resist the delicious food of Anarkali and food street.
However, I’m not going to talk about food here (as I’ve already written a detailed food analysis in kemunited).
Today, the topic under discussion is (Gosh. The parliamentary debates are getting to me) an exclusive report on the various places of entertainment for us kemcolians. Outside of ke-that is.
For us girls, the first name that’d crop up in your mind is Anarkali. We go there daily. For a wide variety of reasons. To shop for birthday gifts (Yes, it’s the most economical place and also the nearest). To buy cheap jewelry for daily wear. To do window shopping of fancy bridal clothes and fantasize about our own weddings…! (Lol…no I don’t do that) Sometimes even just to get away from the suffocating confines of ke. Or to shop for decoration stuff when some class event or society event comes up and you’re made the head of décor-much to your distress…! And oh yeah how could I forget the notorious book shops which are crowded to the brim at the start of every year and then seldomly visited by us doc saabs…! Union has the most expensive books and they’re bound to give you pirated version of every book unless you mention otherwise…I’ve been a victim. I had to resell my black and white guyton with pink book cover just because I had written my name at the start so it couldn’t be exchanged. (ofcourse I suffered a loss of about a couple of hundreds) Shahid wale uncle is so nice. He really knows a thing or two about PR and positive marketing. He’d make sure he finds you the book you’re looking for even if he has to go a few shops down the block. And yeah the prices are less than those of union. Lastly comes Zubair. It’s the nearest to ke but it does not have most of the books…! Now, a few rules about shopping in Anarkali: (for girls)
1) NEVER and I repeat never agree to the 1st price that a shopkeeper tells you. Keep haggling till you get to half the original price!
2) Keep an umbrella with you for smashing any rude guy who dares to call you names…!
3) Wear your most comfortable and worn out sneakers to ensure that you can still walk on 2 feet after coming out alive from Anarkali.
4) Walk in the middle of road so that you work as partition of the 2 way traffic.
5) Put cotton plugs in your ears to avoid the unnecessary interruption in your daydreams by dopies who invite you in their shops.
6) Always wear overall so that you can give the most plausible excuse of: ‘I have to buy from my pocket money so please reduce the price.’
7) Never show your willingness to buy something because that gives the shopkeeper the incentive to ask for ‘munh boli’ price.
8) Wear goggles to avoid eye contact with ‘cheap frandship guys’ Trust me you will find plenty of those in Anarkali.
9) If you’re wearing those long loose trousers, then make sure to tie them up from the bottom to avoid carrying the various items loosely strewn on the never-cleaned floor of these streets.
10) And lastly, be armed for any eventualities…!
Once you have followed this rule book then you are a master of shopping in any part of Lahore. Anarkali is the best training ground we have. And for that we must thank our gora masters who built our university in such a nice locality.
But wait, I think Anarkali was made after KE so then we should thank the makers of Anarkali for choosing such a nice location. And for thinking about us entertainment-starved doc saabs.
Thank You makers of Anarkali… We really owe you a big one…!