Tanzeem-e-Islami uses pirated software
I take full responsibility for the authenticity of claims because from Dec 2006 to-date I know for a fact that Tanzeem-e-Islami uses pirated software for it’s overall operations. I know for a fact that this issue has been in notice of some of her high-ranking officials since then. It has been discussed and excuses have been made up but even after one devout member (Rafeeq is TI’s jargon) resigned as a reaction to their unwillingness to amend and failure to justify – to-date the situation prevails.
The Second Bang
If now is T1 on the universal clock and this universe is hard-rebooted – big bang of exactly same “nature” and intensity, giving birth to the same four basic forces: gravity, strong and weak atomic and electromagnetism, in the exact same proportion, and the same causal relationships among non-mentals – would I be writing this very post distant exactly T1 from the first moment of universal time?
Who is for EDD (Electronic Direct Democracy) in Pakistan?
Verbatim copy of a LinkedInn discussion – pasted here for wider coverage.
“Islamic” Banking and such Terms and Conditions
I happened to glimpse Meezan Bank’s account-opening form with the preconceived idea that I would find something new … something “Islamic” about it … succinctly distinct from the so-called conventional banking and whereas there were many items deserving a rant the one that I found most “Islamic” was the otherwise authoritarian clause:
“The Bank may from time to time and at any time revise and/or change any of these terms and conditions including without limitation …”
Who can explain what Kierkegaard meant by Self?
Søren Kierkegaard wrote:
A human being is spirit. But what is spirit? Spirit is the self. But what is the self? The self is a relation that relates itself to itself or is the relation’s relating itself to itself in the relation; the self is not the relation but is the relation’s relating itself to itself. A human being is a synthesis of the infinite and the finite, of the temporal and the eternal, of freedom and necessity, in short, a synthesis. A synthesis is a relation between two. Considered in this way, a human being is still not a self
Moral Recipient of a Half-moral Proposition
My Bank sent me an email offering an e-statement service, but it caught me in the wrong mood I would say, because I got the least excited and felt as though my basic rights were being abused. I’ve started this year with a moral dilemma – could this be a curse fallen upon me or am I being too superstitious about that? That’s a rhetorical question – of course – but the email was more of a threat than rhetoric. In my books, the worst thing about a moral dilemma is when it connotes a threat lemma.
Shah Nimatullah Wali – Mystery? Conspiracy?
Edit: A post I made in 2009, for a few friends who were and perhaps are still infatuated with the mythical figure of Nimatullah Wali, brought into limelight once again by Zaid Hamid. I had started writing it before that event, but he surely fueled the passion to finish if off. However, I never really felt like publishing it, but I also don’t feel like trashing it now. Zaid Hamid became a big controversy and I find his fiery episodes on the prophecies of Nimatullah Wali only worsening his intellectual reliability.
Ex-boss vs. Ex-colleague – A moral dilemma?
A moral dilemma – what a way to start 2011!
… you shall not contact an … employee [ex-colleague] … solicit a job at your new company … [This restriction] shall be in effect for at least … years from the date of termination of contract … [you get the idea]
Ago, I wouldn’t have thought twice before obliging myself – somehow - this time around I’m reluctant to comply – be in partial or full.
The Death of a Stranger
Very rare have been times in my life when I felt so much saddened at the death of someone whom I had known very little. My daughter’s Montessori’s old and humble gatekeeper died to-day in a road accident. It was only the past week that I met him, never to realize that it’s the last that we see of each other. My own end could be lurking around the corner but I stay blissfully unaware of it. At the moment my trouble is the mysterious relationship that I appear to have developed with someone whose name I never cared to ask. The anonymous relation that has ruined, albeit temporarily, my forgetfulness of eventuality continues to depress me. Funny, that I must embrace sleep – the sister of death – to do away the ill-effects of her elder, but while I’m awake my despair overpowers me.
This is my venting space, my Hyde park. A necropolis of brain storms …
