DOW85 DIGITAL MAGAZINE JANUARY 2013

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the
age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the
season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the
winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all
going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way. CHARLES DICKENS

The year 2012 is gone and 2013 has set in. As we reflect on the past year our feeling may not be
different from those of Charles Dickens when he penned down the opening lines of one of his
novels A Tale of Two Cities. How can we describe the way the world changed in the past year,
twelve months and three hundred and sixty five days?

We can turn the clock back and move forward frame by frame analyzing the events in real time
as they unfold while putting on our own glasses. Or we can choose one event that we consider
as the best thing, and one event as the worst thing that happened in the past one year. The next
step would be to capitalize on the best, and to try and prevent the worst from happening again.

While we do this individually or discuss it collectively, let's ponder over this short chapter from
the Holy Quran.

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BY IZHAR KHAN FRCP
DOW 1985

MY MADELEINE MOMENT

In his seminal work, In Search of Lost Time, the French author Marcel Proust introduces the
concept of involuntary memory (fench souvenaire involontaire). Dipping a madeleine (a
traditional small French cake) in a cup of tea awakens Proust's memories of childhood in
Combray. Such arousal of suppressed memories by otherwise mundane and inconsequential
acts is termed "involuntary memory". The event unlocks one's past and unleashes a flood of
nostalgic memory hitherto hidden within deep recesses of one's mind.

I had one such experience recently when I was invited to examine for the Royal Colleges in
Dubai. I had been in Dubai once before and did not particularly enjoy the experience. For me
Dubai was a gigantic temple to consumerism where material wealth and its acquisition and
display seemed to be the main pursuit of its inhabitants, and any cultural experience which one
might desire was as scarce as rain in the emirate's harsh and desiccated climate. I once
remarked to a local examiner that Dubai had hardly any antiquarian bookshops, to which she
casually replied, "People in Dubai are not much inclined to read".

We were put up in a luxurious hotel with enough stars to its name to make a constellation. I was
checked in by a pleasant well-mannered young man from Rawalpindi with whom I exchanged
our feelings of despair at the parlous state of our country, and who upgraded me to an even
superior room.

After the first night's dining in the hotel's nice but unoriginal "Italian" restaurant, I wanted to
experience the ethnic Dubai cuisine. So the next night I left my fellow examiners to dine in yet
another European restaurant and took off to explore the 'real' Dubai. Leaving the air-
conditioned lobby of the hotel I suddenly found myself in the hot, oppressive outdoors,
reminiscent of summer evenings in Karachi. I crossed the multi-lane motorway and soon found
myself in a bustling old part of town where most people spoke Urdu or Punjabi. So where were
the indigenous folk? I felt like I had been transported back in time to Sadar or Burns Road. I lost
myself in the narrow alleys and streets with neon lighted shop fronts, where Pakistanis, Iranians
and traders from many other nations were selling their wares. Many of the shops specialised in
niche electronic goods. Some sold only i Phone covers or electrical gadgets for cars. Mobile

phone shops seemed to be the order of the day. Others sold electrical plugs and computer
cables.

The heat was oppressive and I was feeling quite thirsty and peckish. Soon I spotted a neon lit
sign "Karachi Darbar Restaurant". The place was a hive of activity and following the old adage
for choosing restaurants when abroad- "if the locals are dining in it the food must be good"- 1
stepped in. The manager, a rubicund corpulent man, was seated behind a counter next to the
door. Behind him were displayed gulaab jamuns, barfi, kheer, halwa and other mouth-watering
Pakistani desserts. The downstairs dining hall was full and waiters carrying steaming plates of
food were scurrying about like busy bees. I proceeded upstairs to the "family" room which was
quieter and with better air-conditioning. It was dimly but sufficiently lit and appeared clean.
There were around six tables and a few ladies and gentlemen were dining. A young man showed
me to my table. He spoke good Urdu, although he was Bengali. He soon brought me a menu. I
wanted to eat a proper Pakistani meal. Having lived in Scotland for twenty six years (I had been
back to Pakistan only twice) I felt this was the next best thing to being in Sabri's or the Delhi
Muslim Restaurant at Lighthouse. Although the British love Indian food, the stuff you get in
British Indian restaurants bears little resemblance to real Indo-Pak street cuisine. So I took my
time perusing the menu. Bhindi Gosht, Chicken jalfrezi, Aloo Keema, Nihari, Daal, Biryanis of all
sorts, I was in food heaven. And then right at the end of the menu under "Evening Specials", I
could hardly believe my eyes. Here was the object of my desire which led to a surge of Pavlovian
juices whetting my appetite. I had found manna. "Maghaz Masala!"

Without a moment's hesitation I ordered the dish with freshly baked tandoori naan. The five
minute wait before this heavenly delight arrived at my table seemed like an eternity. The waiter
placed the aluminium bowl with the maghaz masala along with a platter of hot tandoori naan
on my table. In a small plate accompanying my dish were green chillies, lemon and parsley. It
had been a wait of twenty six years. The health and safety mafia had put paid to sale of sheep's
brain in Scotland many years ago for fear of prion disease and dementia. Since the age of five
years my mother had fed me the stuff on a regular basis and so far the only signs of dementia
are when I misplace my reading glasses or my golf glove.

Here I was, on a sultry Dubai evening, breaking bread, the hot fresh naan, with a scent straight
from tandoori heaven carried along the steam emanating from the freshly baked wonder. I took
my first morsel of naan and maghaz, cooked in herbs, spices, tomato and onions along with a
bite of the strong green chilli.

And that my friends, was my "madeleine moment". The taste of maghaz can best be described
as subtle, soft, not overpowering, but so satisfying; a bit like the consistency of a perfectly
cooked half boiled egg, but with a hint of spices and tomato. I closed my eyes and was
transported back in time. In my reverie I was in the canteen in Civil Hospital, opposite boys'

Hostel Four with my mates Farrukh Hash mi, Qamar Abba, Munir and Asrar. We had been
canvassing for our party and were tired and hungry. I order maghaz with a fried egg on top and
naan and we are all content. Remember the hot afternoons having lunch with ice-cold bottled
Coke? For about an hour at the Karachi Darbar in Dubai I reminisced about my Dow days. A
flood of memories that had hitherto lain hidden in the deep remoteness of my mind was
released by my delicious Maghaz masala and tan door i naan meal. That first lecture by Professor
Waheed, DrShakir's mysterious biochemistry lectures and Shabuddin's stern yet helpful control
of the dissection hall. The snack corner and the place under the bunyan tree. The departing fleet
of college buses at the end of the day. The political canvassing and arguments, the tolerance
and the intolerance of colleagues. The dusk chorus of birds among the trees in the space
between Medical 4 and Orthopaedics. A veritable kaleidoscope of memories was evoked as I
enjoyed my beloved maghaz masala.

That evening I re-lived my Dow days, thanks to the chance discovery of my favourite dish in a
Dubai restaurant in a street whose name I cannot recall.

The next morning at breakfast, tucking into his bowl of cereal, a fellow examiner asked me
where I went for my meal last night. With a smile of satisfaction on my face I replied "Karachi",
and I was so right too.

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you would grant my children their needs

May their fives be long and healthy

May they achieve all their dreavns

May they always five in a world that is free

May they be who they were born to be

And w«y they know to their last days

that they were deeply loved by me.

Amen

SHARE TBFS PRAYER.

*le Thomas Edison:

Tomorrow Is My Exam But I Dont Care
Because A Single Sheet of Paper
Can*t Decide My Future.

Ten Ehi Galaan Menu Parhan Nai
Dendian Thomsaa:-D

SHARED BY KEHKASHAN QAMAR

Shared by Sam Khan

Shehla 'Lily' Hussain Sam, please thori dhair kay
liya phone bund kar dijiyae. Shukriya

RECENT VISITORS TO KARACHI
ARIF HUSSAIN AND ZEBA HAFEEZ WITH FRIENDS

A JAMES BOND IN THE MAKING

Shah Muhammad Vaquas and Shams Sadruddin Vaquas

Naufil Vaquas Mr. BOND 007
Birmingham 2001

MR AND MRS ZAHID JAMAL

A TASTE OF HISTORY

Syed Zahid Jamal was with Naila Zahid .

WHY IS THE SWORD IN ZAHID'S HAND?

Shared by Saleem A Khanani

Saleem Khanani

Tawakkul. LScp

It's a beautiful concept but almost equally misunderstood by an average Muslim.
Let's look at what Rumi and Iqbal have to say about it
Rumi says:

If you are putting trust in God, put trust in Him as regards your work. Sow the seed and
then reply upon the Almighty.

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Yes he said but if trust in God is the true guide, yet the use of the means too is the

Prophet's Sunnah.

The Prophet said in a loud voice, "While trusting in God first tie the knees of your

camel".

Listen to the secret that the one who works for his livelihood is Allah's beloved.

Do not ignore the means because of trust.

Iqbal also does not endorse the claims of indeterminism. He believes man to be

outwardly determined and inwardly free.

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Outwardly it is determined, inwardly it is free

Such is the saying of the Lord of Badr

That faith lies between determinism and indeterminism

Farrukh Hashmi

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TWO DISTINGUISHED GENTLEMAN: FARRUKH HASHMI AND AMJAD ALI

BEFORE AND AFTER THEIR MARRIAGE

PLEASE PAY ATTENTION TO THE IMAGE BEHIND THE PHOTO ON THE LEFT, AND THEN ON THE RIGHT.

FREEDOM OF THOUGHT AND IMAGINATION WAS RAMPANT BEFORE MARRIAGE.
THE DOOR IS CLOSED AFTERWARDS

SHARED BY FARRUKH HASHMI

Samira Zoberi , enjoys Listening to her own SELF. She usually calls herself
when No one calls her just fro Company.

Saleem Khanani Samira 's answer to Farrukh Hashmi 's comments with

apology to Momin khan Momin

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SEE ME IN THE COMPANY!

NADEEM ZAFAR

MY STRENGTH, DYNAMISM AND ENERGY COME FROM MY FAMILY!

The moderator of Dow 85, past chairman of Endow, associate professor

of Pathology, political activist and, above all, a family man and a friend,

is seen here with his better half Dr. Seema Abbasi and son Inam.

A MESSAGE FROM NADEEN ZAFAR

Alhamdolillah, I have been elected secretary to the Board of Directors at Midsouth Food Bank. Why that
is special- the first Muslim American to be a part of this board and did not have to lobby or convey an
interest even in passing. I also owe it to my team members at Halal Food Pantry at Masjid Al Mu'minun.
Their work ethic and their enthusiasm for their work and their love and respect for the food-insecure has
been noted and has conveyed this impression to the folks at the food bank that Muslims are genuinely
hard-working and caring folks and genuinely care for all, not just Muslims themselves.

It pays to work for the benefit of the greater good of the community at large. The community at large is
our community and will shape our lives and that of our children and grandchildren, <&l *L&I
We can either shape our future or be marginalized as irrelevant. The choice is entirely ours.

A MAN OF MANY TALENTS, KAZI SALAHUDDIN

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DOW 85 IS EVERYWHERE

Progressive Panel for PMA Biennial
Elections Quetta

SHARED BY SAMRINA HASHMI.

The Progressive Panel for Change in Politics of Doctors . To bring New
Leadership to the front, so that Doctors can be united on an active
platform. The strong platform will fight for Doctors' community, their
problems and their rights.

Cochlear Implant in Dow University of Health Sciences

For the 1st time in history of Public sector Hospitals, the cochlear Implant Surgery for deaf has started. It is free;
otherwise it costs $25000. Prof Umar Farooq (FCPS, FRCS) , was trained in UK, last year, for this. This is highly
appreciable . Those who need help should contact ENT Unit 2 ,CHK , or Prof Umar Farooq Pro VC, DUHS.
Philanthropists are requested to come forward and donate generously to maintain the project.

SHARED BY SAM KHAN

AWESOME REPLY BY AIR HOSTESS
READ IT - SHARE IT

This happened on TAM airlines.

A 50-something year old white woman arrived at her seat and saw that the passenger
next to her was a black man.

Visibly furious, she called the air hostess.

"What's the problem, mam?" the hostess asked her

"Can't you see?" the lady said - "I was given a seat next to a black man. I can't seat
here next to him. You have to change my seat"

- "Please, calm down, mam" - said the hostess

"Unfortunately, all the seats are occupied, but I'm still going to check if we have any."

The hostess left and returned some minutes later.

"Madam, as I told you, there isn't any empty seat in this class- economy class.
But I spoke to the captain and he confirmed that there isn't any empty seats in the
economy class. We only have seats in the first class."

And before the woman said anything, the hostess continued

"Look, it is unusual for our company to allow a passenger from the economy class
change to the first class.

However, given the circumstances, the commandant thinks that it would be a scandal
to make a passenger travel sat next to an unpleasant person."

And turning to the black man, the hostess said:

"Which means, Sir, if you would be so nice to pack your handbag, we have reserved
you a seat in the first class..."

And all the passengers nearby, who were shocked to see the scene started applauding,
some standing on their feet."

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FROM WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

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When I do count the clock that tells the time,

And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;

When I behold the violet past prime,

And sable curls, all silvered o'er with white;

When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,

Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,

And summer's green all girded up in sheaves,

Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,

Then of thy beauty do I question make,

That thou among the wastes of time must go,

Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake

And die as fast as they see others grow;

And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make
defence

Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee
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Allama IqbaPs tribute to William Shakespeare on his 300 anniversary in 1916

The flowing river mirrors the red glow of dawn,

The quiet of the evening mirrors the evening

song,

The rose-leaf mirrors spring's beautiful cheek;

The chamber of the cup mirrors the beauty of

the wine;

Beauty mirrors Truth, the heart mirrors Beauty;

The beauty of your speech mirrors the heart of

human being.

Life finds perfection in your sky-soaring

thought;

Was your luminous nature the goal of

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FAWAZ SHAIKH, INAVAT AU KHAN AND SALMAN HAEOON

A TEA¥ELOG Sf FAWAZ AHMAD SHAIKH FECP
VISIT TO PAKISTAN DECEMBER 22 - 31 2012

As in the previous year, I visited Karachi during the recent winter vacations. My
principal aim was to see through a joint meeting of the Pakistan Headache Society
with the British Association for the Study of Headache (BASH), the first meeting of
its kind in Karachi. I had a vision for a long time that once I become the chair of
the BASH, I will bring this prestigious event to the home country.

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On the 24 of December I was invited to deliver a lecture on 'the recent advances
in migraine' at the Dow University of Health Sciences (DUHS). Our D85 pro-vice
chancellor Dr Umar Farooq was the man behind this, and the hospitality I received
was excellent. I was treated with the famous Dow Canteen Samosas with chutney
that reminded me of the old college days. I met Asifa Aslam now Asifa Hussein
(my group mate) after 26 years. I didn't feel that we had not seen each other for
2.5 decades. I was taken to a tour of the recent developments in the education
centre. The state of the art technology with video conferencing, electronic library
and simulation theatre and lab was better than I have seen in many western
organisations. Professor Hameed and Umar Farooq deserve all the credit for their
initiative.

On the 27 December the top docs of D85 in Karachi warmly welcomed me with
Inayat (Lamba) and Salman Haroon (CR). Intikhab, Jameel, Shahab Baig, Samrina,
Samina, Sonia, Shehnaz, Shaheena, Jamal Raza, Afzal, Umar Farooq and Hanif
Khatri were present. Umar Daraz Khan (D86) made his surprise entry and

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provided free copies of a book written by his mother before the launch date of 2
January 2013.

On the 28 th December we had the joint meeting at the Pearl Continental Hotel
where British and Pakistani migraine experts delivered their research papers and

lectures providing updates on the recent advances in the field of headaches and
migraine. The delegates were invited at the Governor House on the same evening
for a reception.

On the 29 December I visited the house of Professor Mohammad Akram (late)
and met Madam Salma Akram. Since she lost her husband, she had lost the lustre
that I had seen over the years and she looked much different than I had seen her
just a year ago when Prof Akram was alive. I conveyed the condolence on behalf
of the entire D85.

SOME PHOTOS FROM THE RECEPT TRIP

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HAIKU WITH ASIFA AMD UMAR FAROOQ

INTEKHAB, SALMAN, UMAR FAROOQ, FAYYAZ, HANIF KHATRI,
SHAHAB AFZAL BAIG, UMAR DARAZ, INAYAT ALI KHAN