Agressor's Anonymous

Over the years, I have become aware of a vast elaborate, highly planned and coordinated international conspiracy directed against myself. As is well known, we Pakistanis love conspiracies and nearly everything that happens in this country is attributed to either the CIA, RAW or the ISI, so most people would be skeptical about my claim. However, let me just let the facts speak. It all starts in the morning when I wake up. As soon as I enter the shower and soap myself, the water pressure suddenly tumbles to the point that the shower starts dribbling. Interestingly, the pressure recovers as soon as I give up. However, if I merely pretend to give up, it remains low. After much investigation, I have concluded that some kind of monitoring device in my bathroom is connected to the spillway on either the Mangla Dam or the Bagilar project that India is so keen to complete. As soon as I have soaped myself, someone opens the spillways causing a drop in pressure. In winters, an even more elaborate element is added to the plan. Although the water pressure still drops, enough of it remains to tempt me into the shower. However, as soon as I have adjusted the temperature to a comfortable level, the washing machine immediately switches on. In a cruel twist, it sucks in only the cold water thus scalding me. I have realized that the plan is actually to scald me when my eyes are covered with shampoo, however, this system has not been perfected. Nor does this stop here. After no doubt many years of experimentation, the masterminds of this plot have identified how long it takes a person with shampoo in their eyes to readjust the water temperature. And as soon as I have become comfortable again, the washing machine changes it's cycle, causing the water in my shower to suddenly reach freezing point. Incidentally, over the years we have changed washing machines several times, going through German, Japanese and now Chinese models. But apparently, all these countries are in on the plot, and so I continue to suffer. I can only conclude that this is a UN directed effort. I must say however that I am particularly disappointed that our Chinese friends should have joined this conspiracy. After my shower ordeal, other parts of the plan are brought into play. If I attempt to log on to check my e-mail, thousands of people immediately log on as well and start downloading large files, slowing the cable speed to a crawl. Again, I am stunned at the sheer expense and coordination of this effort to crush my sanity. Alternately, if I persist, or if I start doing some other work on the computer, a team of electrical engineers immediately interrupts the electricity at a critical point. I should mention by the way, that this team of saboteurs is highly mobile, because they manage this no matter which part of the city I happen to be in. Speaking of moving about the city, my leaving the house is the signal for a large team of highly skilled stunt drivers to leap into action. I say a large team, because even though they employ the same tactics, the faces of the agents are constantly changing. Let me now identify some of these tactics. First, there is the motorcycle-car combo. In this, the cyclist's job is to weave his motorcycle through the stopped traffic till he is in front of my car. When the light changes, he pretends to get going, but stalls his bike inches from my car leaving me trapped. He then spends the rest of the green light pretending to kick start it. In the meantime, the other member of his team honks non-stop behind me. In another version (and there are many more) two stunt drivers in Suzuki Fxs attempt unsuccessfully to overtake one another at 30km per hour, often with the stalled motorcycle stuntman in the third lane. And all the time, other members of the team keep me on edge by changing lanes or speeding and braking in a demented fashion. Until that is, I decide to escape home, at which point I am sure, Lahore's traffic flows smoothly and without incident. Needless to say, after all this I am in a nervous sweat and it's time to head to the shower again.

Made in Pakistan

Apparently the Japanese, not satisfied with their current reputation for weirdness, have invented a jacket with a built-in fan. Sooner or later, these jackets will make their way here, and I would like to predict some of the reactions that will take place.
Firstly, there will be a tremendous controversy over whether or not it is allowed to say one's prayers in these jackets. The religious consensus will be that it is not, as the flow of cool air over the body leads to seductive thoughts and sensations.
Second, a gold and diamond encrusted fan jacket will be impounded at customs and the government will claim it belongs to Asif Zardari, who will deny ownership. The jacket will be custom made for an anonymous buyer and will have a diamond studded monogram that says Asif luvs Bibi.
Third, a small factory in Gujranwala will invent a cheap version of the same jacket, but its battery will only last five minutes and will electrocute half of those wearing it as soon as they start to sweat. Every middle class house will buy the jackets along with a special storage cupboard with an in-built UPS recharger. However, the fad will soon wear off due to the fact that unlike the Japanese, no one will use or replace the deodorant stick provided along with the jacket.
There is no doubt about this nation's genius at indigenizing foreign imports. Everything that turns up here ends up looking very different. The neatest Mercedes truck, within six weeks of entry looks like a bride with full makeup and jewellery. The most tasteless, pork encrusted Chinese dish becomes sedately halal and wickedly spiced. Even the new multinational offices that appeared to have been designed and manufactured in San Diego, are slowly wilting in our damp climate.
When they first started, they were all chrome furniture, video screens and sharp suits. But of late I have noticed subtle changes, the video screens now only play cricket, there are scraps of waste paper and broken ball pens lying around. And finally, the unmistakable sign i.e., that nearly all of them have acquired a resident 'taki wala' who spends the whole day slowly pushing a wet rag around the room, taking a break after every five feet. This inevitability of change leads me to wonder how the new prime minister will appear once he starts becoming indigenous. But by the time our 'aab-o-hawa' is finished with changing him, I suspect he will not be able to use a cash machine at his former bank without setting off a fire alarm.
Somehow, I imagine him ending up somewhere between a Bedford truck and Schezuan Chicken dish i.e., heavily made up and spicy. Already, he has paraded his religious credentials, which is a good though obvious start.
I think that as a next step, he should start wearing a subtle line of surma under the eyes especially when appearing in parliament. Next he could borrow Fazalur Rehman's orange pugri and Karzai's ... well .. drape. I would not recommend he borrow anything from the Benazir wardrobe. The possibilities are endless and I am sure that the outcome will be a success. Of course, he will need to be careful because if he is too successful in becoming an indigenous prime minister, he will end up hung, in jail, or in exile in Saudi Arabia.
To end up, there is an old joke which shows that the talent for indigenizing is spread all over the sub-continent. It seems that at one point, American scientists invented a wire 100 times thinner than the human hair. Not to be outdone, Japanese scientists immediately invented a wire 100 times thinner than the American one.
A few weeks later, a Sardarji held a news conference at his motorcycle workshop near Amritsar and announced that he had outdone both parties. When asked for proof, he showed two extremely thin wires. Journalists objected that these were in fact American and Japanese wires. But the Sardarji produced a microscope and it turned out that though the wires were imported, he had managed to write 'made in India' on both of them.

Turkey v Germany

The Euro 2009 Semi Final will be between Germany and Turkey after a scrappy match turned into a thriller in the final minutes of extra time. Croatia went 1 up in the 119th minute thru a header with Turkey equalizing in the 120th minute.

The penalities turned put to be extremely one sided with Turkey winning 1-3. More to come but it surely has to be said that the dream run for the Turkish National Team continues...

Exam Possibilities...

1. Get a copy of the exam, run out screaming "Andre, Andre, I've got the secret documents!!"
2. Talk the entire way through the exam. Read questions aloud, debate your answers with yourself out loud. If asked to stop, yell out, "I'm SOOO sure that you can hear me thinking." Then start talking about what a jerk the instructor is.
3. Bring a Game Boy. Play with the volume at max level.
4. On the answer sheet find a new, interesting way to refuse to answer every question. For example: I refuse to answer this question on the grounds that it conflicts with my religious beliefs. Be creative.
5. Run into the exam room looking about frantically. Breathe a sigh of relief. Go to the instructor, say "They've found me, I have to leave the country" and run off.
6. 15 min. into the exam, stand up, rip up all the papers into very small pieces, throw them into the air and yell out "Merry Christmas." If you're really daring, ask for another copy of the exam. Say you lost the first one. Repeat this process every 15 min.
7. Come into the exam wearing slippers, a bathrobe, a towel on your head, and nothing else.
8. Come down with a BAD case of Tourette's Syndrome during the exam. Be as vulgar as possible.
9. Bring things to throw at the instructor when s/he's not looking. Blame it on the person nearest to you.
10. As soon as the instructor hands you the exam, eat it.
11. Every 5 min. stand up, collect all your things, move to another seat, continue with the exam.
12. Turn in the exam approx. 30 min. into it. As you walk out, start commenting on how easy it was.
13. Get the exam. 20 min into it, throw your papers down violently, scream out "Fuck this!" and walk out triumphantly.
14. Arrange a protest before the exam starts (ie. Threaten the instructor that whether or not everyone's done, they are all leaving after one hour to go drink.) 15. Show up completely drunk (completely drunk means at some point during the exam, you should start crying for mommy).
16. Comment on how sexy the instructor is looking that day.
17. Come to the exam wearing a black cloak. After about 30 min, put on a white mask and start yelling "I'm here, the phantom of the opera" until they drag you away.
18. If the exam is math/sciences related, make up the longest proofs you could possible think of. Get pi and imaginary numbers into most equations. If it is a written exam, relate everything to your own life story.
19. Try to get people in the room to do a wave.
20. Bring some large, cumbersome, ugly idol. Put it right next to you. Pray to it often. Consider a small sacrifice.
21. During the exam, take apart everything around you. Desks, chairs, anything you can reach.
22. Puke into your exam booklet. Hand it in. Leave.
23. Take 6 packages of rice cakes to the exam. Stuff at least 2 rice cakes into your mouth at once. Chew, then cough. Repeat if necessary.
24. Masturbate.
25. Walk in, get the exam, sit down. About 5 min into it, loudly say to the instructor, "I don't understand ANY of this. I've been to every lecture all semester long! What's the deal? And who the hell are you? Where's the regular guy?"
26. Do the entire exam in another language. If you don't know one, make one up!
27. Bring a black marker. Return the exam with all questions and answers completely blacked out.
28. Every now and then, clap twice rapidly. If the instructor asks why, tell him/her in a very derogatory tone, "the light bulb that goes on above my head when I get an idea is hooked up to a clapper. DUH!"
29. From the moment the exam begins, hum the theme to Jeopardy. Ignore the instructor's requests for you to stop. When they finally get you to leave one way or another, begin whistling the theme to the Bridge on the River Kwai.
30. After you get the exam, call the instructor over, point to any question, ask for the answer. Try to work it out of him/her.

Movies and Men (Not Women Yet!)

I am getting deeply suspicious. There is a rather naughty trick used by some con artists. You start a game of darts or tennis or whatever, pretending that you are a lefty. Obviously, you lose badly, and when everyone has bet against you, you switch to your right hand, win the match, and walk off with all the money. What I want to know is, where has the Pakistan-A cricket team come from all of a sudden. And more to the point, why have we been playing with B team all these years. Also, are we sure that we are playing the Indian A team or are they planning to pull a surprise on us as well? The series has just started and already the twists and turns in the plot have left me breathless.

To be honest, I am not that interested in cricket, but the plot twists are suspiciously similar to the good old days of Indian movies. This is when the climax of the film lasted a good 20 minutes and had a minimum of four sudden twists. The first twist would occur when the hero/heroes were chained in the villains' hideout with the heroine/heroines doing a little diversionary dance number. At this point they would discover either a long lost parent of that they were brothers.

There were many variants to the twist but to my disappointment, never once in the history of cinema did the hero and heroine discover that they were brother and sister (or indeed, parent and child, which would have quite plausible given the difference in age between male and female actors).

The second twist would occur when the heroes would cunningly untie a chain, steal a gun, etc. and have the villain at bay. Unfortunately, again in all of cinematic history, none of the heroes had heard that an action speaks louder than a thousand words. While they would be relating a list of grievances, another twist would occur with the villains son/henchman stealing a gun or turning up with yet another long lost parent/sibling as hostage. The final twist would turn tables again and at this pint a spare heroine/parent would be mortally wounded and justice would belatedly triumph with the arrival of the police.

The reason that I have gone at some length about this is that I suspect that this Indo-Pak series has been fixed. Neither of the two countries was taking the chance of any unpleasantness and they have fixed all the matches to provide the maximum of entertainment and the minimum of embarrassment to both sides. I also think they have hired one of the old Indian film directors to stage-manage all this. He has already pulled off one twist with the Pakistan A team. I bet in the next twist we will have the appearance of an Indian A team. Then two or three of the players on either side will discover that they are long lost brothers, there will be a few dance numbers and cross border marriages and the tour will wind up with the whole sub-continent weeping in joyous emotion. At least that is what the director planned, but I have warned you.

And if you think I am being paranoid, remember that the last period of really good relations started with General Zia declaring that he and Rajiv were long lost brothers and the actress Reena Roy getting married to one of our cricketers. On other fronts, traffic in Lahore is getting back to normal with the opening of the new canal underpass. With it, one can now sweep non-stop down the canal at a blistering 30kms behind the three motorcycle-wallahs having a conversation and the overloaded Suzuki pickup trying to overtake them.

Flushed with success, the government has announced another three underpasses. This reminds me a little of my niece. On Basant I gave her little kite a kanni so that she could have a laugh. Five hours later I was giving the 900th kanni. So all these underpasses are very delightful, but I was just wondering if anyone else in Punjab needed anything done.

By Yasser Hashmi
Courtesy Dawn

Of Poets and Pakistan

THE poet laureateship is a British institution in which one of the leading poets of the country is appointed a member of the Royal household and given a pension. In return traditionally, the poet commemorates major state events such as coronations or royal weddings in poetry. Until recently the appointment was for life, but is now limited to 10 years.

The term of the current laureate is almost up and there is a small fuss about the next appointment. The fact is that someone has noticed that in 360 years of the laureateship there has never been a single woman laureate.

Oscar Wilde wrote about orphans that to lose one parent can be considered a misfortune, but to lose both seems like carelessness. To ignore women for a century or even two might count as chauvinism, but 360 years is verging on wittiness. One theory very popular on the continent is that the British tradition of all male boarding schools places permanent hurdles in their abilities to understand women. This is not very convincing though it is more believable than the earlier continental theory which argued that the fog and damp weather (and the resulting heavy clothing) caused many Englishmen to be entirely ignorant of the fact that women existed.
In any case even the first woman prime minister of UK Margaret Thatcher chose a man to be the poet laureate. Having said that, those old enough to remember probably know that Dame Thatcher was only a woman prime minister in the sense that Musharraf is a civilian president. Which is to say, the claim though technically and legally true, is substantially irrelevant. Not all male laureates have been roaring successes either.

One was fired when he refused to swear loyalty to the king, a few, after their appointment gave up writing altogether. During the Iraq war, the current laureate wrote anti-war poems. Another disaster was avoided when poet Phillip Larkin declined the honor.

He is famous for writing what is probably the most widely quoted English poem of the last century which goes ‘They F*** you up, your Mom and Dad’. I am not sure how he would have chosen to commemorate state events such as the marriage of Charles and Camilla.
There is a great enthusiasm in Pakistan for importing foreign institutions and ‘best practices’ wholesale without going through the excessive effort of thinking or reflecting about suitability. There is some danger that some official file already contains a proposal for our own laureate, perhaps even a woman laureate to enhance our soft image and steal a march on the brits.
This would be a major mistake. For one thing, what state occasions would our laureate commemorate? Ode to the Emergency though a hot and exciting title would be out of date before it got to the printing press. O moderate and enlightened homeland would be another damp squib. Any poet writing to celebrate either democracy or a military ‘decade of development’ would be in serious trouble before long.

Which brings me to the point which is that we have our own tried and tested methods for encouragement of poetry. It is perhaps high time that we exported some of our own institutions and best practices to foreign countries.

Our local recipe for polishing poetic talent is simple: A longish jail term, official discouragement followed by exile provided the poet shows some progress in the intervening phases. We should immediately propose to the British government that after appointing their next laureate (a women if they so wish), they should sentence this person to 5-6 years in jail during which all works by them should be banned.

This is almost guaranteed to stimulate interest in poetry. The poetic momentum generated by jail time can be maintained after release by periodic official harassment and media based character assassination. And, if the laureate shows true promise, a prolonged exile can be the crowning stage of the laureateship. Obviously this package is superficially not as attractive as tea at Buckingham Palace and a pension. But poets despite reputations to the contrary are notoriously tough characters. The very act of poetry requires a robust rejection of society’s view of nearly everything. Frankly speaking, tea at Buckingham Palace places the modesty of the queen in peril without in any way encouraging poetry. In this, Pakistan is well ahead.

By Yasser Hashmi,

Courtesy Dawn

Amazing Comeback by Turkey!

what a way to light up teh evening! As the world watched Euro 2008, all seemed lost for the Turks as they trailed 2-0 to the Czech Republic in the final group qualifier. The winner was to move to the Quarter Finals against Croatia and incase of an unlikely draw penality shootout were to be expected.

As the half-time whistle blew Turkey trailed by 2-0. Milan Baros and Andra Schevchenko may not be playing but the Czech were agressive and calculated breaking free and making the most of their oppurtunities.

In the second half it seemed new life had sprung into the Turks. They moved lightly and retained posession making some beautiful moves. It finally fell for them in the 75th minute when from the top of the D the first goal was scored. As new breath poured in goals were scored in the 87th and 89th win to cement an eventful and outstanding comeback from the Turks. The Turkish goalkeeper was sent off in the 91st minute for pushing Koller but those worries were for another day.

Right now the Turks deserve a break and a night of relaxing and partying...

Go TURKEY!!!

Paralegals- What do they actually do!

What does a Paralegal do?

Just Short of a Lawyer
A paralegal is a lawyers go to guy. Paralegals do almost everything except actual litigation, and that to because they don’t have a license to practice. They help lawyers research for their cases, prepare memos that re presented to clients and write important documents that are submitted to courts before and during court proceedings.

Essential Member of the Team
If you are working with a law firm you will be an integral part of their litigation team. You may not be going to court but behind the scenes it is your work that determines whether a case will be won or lost. A paralegal will sometimes attend meetings with clients and make notes so that evidentiary questions can be answered. They write detail write ups for courts stating the grievance if you’re a prosecutor and the rebuttal if you’re the defense.

Multitude of Options
If you plan to work, or are working in a specialized law firm then your duties will change accordingly. A criminal law paralegal will be more in line with evidentiary questions and write ups whereas a corporate paralegal will get write for government security and exchange agencies.

Academic Options
At the same time you have the option to go into academics and become research assistants. Professors who are writing legal theoretical papers for journals as well as lawyers who are writing books are always looking for hardworking individuals, who know the law, are hardworking and can manage research efficiently. Paralegals fit this definition perfectly. So if you live near a university that has a law department then get in touch with the department. They might be offering a job right now. If you have been working in a law firm then there is a good chance that some of the senior lawyers could be looking for research assistants.

As a Secretary
A paralegal can also work as a legal secretary. They are responsible for managing all appointments and schedules for senior lawyers. A paralegal has the responsibility of timely submission of all relevant documents. An omission in such a duty can lead to the whole case becoming problematic. The reputation of the attorney also suffers in such circumstances.

So Many Options
The job of a paralegal is thus not limited to law offices. They can easily get jobs in government offices, courts, district attorney’s office, private firms, companies, hospitals, schools and insurance offices. Thus by becoming a paralegal you wont limit your work experience to law offices but still retain the option of working in an area of your interest.

Travelling and Tourism in Melbourne

Melbourne is a dynamic, exciting and evolving city. Melbourne captures Austrlia's friendly nature, with an added sense of style. It is our nation's fashion capital, the cultural events heartland, and a city passionate about sport. It is a sophisticated epicenter of culture, nightlife and diverse activities.
As a modern city that has something for everyone, Melbourne has been rated as the world's most livable city - healthier, cleaner and safer than any other big city in the world (Population Crisis Centre, Washington DC.) Melbourne is also Australia's most user friendly city for holding major events and conferences.
Melbourne's laneways and arcades are home to our fabled cafes, boutique fashion designers and hours of adventures. As one of the most multicultural cities in the world, Melbourne offers locals and visitors alike the opportunity to eat at a restaurant with a different cuisine every night of the month - some of the most popular restaurants are Chinese, Vietnamese, Thai, Italian and Greek.
Variety and energy characterize entertainment and nightlife in Victoria. Nightclubs, pubs and jazz and rock concerts can be found in the main regional centres. Melbourne features an ever-changing number of trendy clubs and bars and live music venues, as well as theatres and cinemas. Melbourne is also sport mad and is the home of Australian Rules Football.
Melbourne is also the capitcal city of the state of Victoria, which is a large regional area offering a diverse range of activities. Within two hours of Melbourne you can:
Ski on snow-capped mountains
Hike through natural wilderness or desert plains
Watch the fairy penguins come home each night to Philip Island
Enjoy the taste of premium wines at some of Australia's most famous vineyards
Seek koalas or touch a kangaroo at Healesville Sanctuary.

Of the Middle Class and Sundaes

A young person from the middle class of Pakistan is faced with a strange choice: Whether to stay in the country, fight for security, development and restoration of the judiciary, or to get a nice job abroad with the possibility that one might have to fight with the judiciary over immigration or perhaps child custody. Surprisingly, there are no easy ways to predict what choice a person will make. Some very religious people hike up their shalwars or adjust hijabs firmly and head for foreign lands bravely facing the temptations of bikiniclad models and the possible challenges of raising teenage children who might announce one day that they are gay Muslims.
On the other hand, many people who’s favourite books are by Marx, Darwin or, more recently, the ‘God Delusion’ by Dawkins decide that they cannot possibly give up their weekly arguments on Friday with the neighbourhood ‘tableeghi’ team, or give up the daily roar of outrage on reading about the latest defacement of female portraits on billboards, and decide to stay put.
Similarly, personality is no predictor of choices either. Many a timid soul, meekly hand forth their passports, and head for Australia where they very likely will come face to face with red faced, outraged Aussies announcing that they were there first. And it will do no good to point out that actually, Aussies were there second or possibly even third and in any case most of them were handcuffed on arrival. On the other hand, many bold and willful people decide that the new world that they wish to conquer is no further than the city of their birth and possibly also includes their spouse and in-laws.
In short, as mentioned, it is hard to predict who will end up where. Faiz once wrote that ‘From religion we got tradition and from drinking, good company. Between the one and the other, there was never such a gulf’. Between staying at home and heading abroad, there is an indisputable difference, which makes the fact that one cannot predict who will do what, all the more maddening. Cynics suggest that the lack of a pattern is because it all depends on opportunity, which may strike anywhere. Or rather almost anywhere, as it seems to miss the cynics themselves regularly. And, most unfairly, it seems to have struck many idealists who lodged abroad, write long complaint filled letters to editors about how their beloved country is the wrong track very unlikely to achieve a 7-8% GDP growth. But this does not explain the fact that some people don’t seek opportunities and others turn it down even when offered and, perhaps tired of composing letters, return home to lodge complaints in person.
A possible philosophical explanation lies in the difference between the objective and subjective. In the western world, since the 17th century more and more of the world is habitually viewed ‘objectively’ i.e., abstractly, in a cut and dried way. This includes human beings. This means the trains run on time and the electricity is fairly uninterrupted. On the other hand, it also means that you ‘speed date’ to fall in love, and schedule ‘quality time’ with family into carefully selected slots. Life is divided into goals to be met and criteria to be achieved. And this, for some people, is a very comfortable and sensible way of being. On the subjective side however, are the kind of people who really must eat that extra plateful no matter what their current cholesterol level. Who might complain if their electrician is late, but when he explains that on the way he ran over a dog who bit him, while trying to avoid a stupid-looking child, will understand and get into a long conversation about the unpredictability of small children and dogs.
A cousin who is happily settled in the US came over for a visit. At the local McDonald, usually a very objective establishment, he complained about the amount of icecream in his sundae. The manager shrugged and said that was the amount they always put in. At this point my cousin leaned over very close to the manager and said: “You say you aim to make your customers happy. Tell me, do I look happy to you?” Perhaps the two worlds are not so different after all.

By Yasser Hashmi
Courtesy Dawn Newspaper

Yahoo!, Google and Microsoft!

Yes we have all heard the news...Microsoft will no longer be buying Yahoo! Inc and the way is cleared for google to dominate the search industry by leaps and bounds.

The talks between yahoo! and Microsoft, going on for quite a while now have finally broken down. Though no clear reason has been given by any company the fight is clearly over resources and money.

This has paved the way for new parties to perhaps bid for Yahoo! Will google do? You never know!

Monash Bid for the Australs 2009- Website Launched

To the members of the Australasian debating community,I am pleased to announce the launch of the Monash Australs 2009 bid website: www.monashaustrals.com (or www.monashaustrals.com/home.html if you don't have quicktime)We will be constantly updating the website between now and the tournament, with new images, updates on our sponsorship progress and answers to frequently asked questions.

Bangladesh to Bid for WUDC 2008

Dear all,This is to inform you all, about Bangladesh Intention for World Universities Debating Championship WUDC 2012 bid. We are gating a very good response from our sponsors three and half years ahead for this bid. We will justify our case in this year WUDC 2009 with primary research and bid proposal and later on, we will present our bid at WUDC 2010. The Bangladesh WUDC 2012 Bid Orgcom will upload its bid website after hosting Bangladesh EWU Asian Universities Debating Championship-AUDC 2009 in May 2009.We have already started our work on this WUDC 2012 bid. We will be promoting South Asia and its debating culture being the first bid for World Universities Debating Championship from this region. As many of you already know that, East West University of Bangladesh has won the Bid for 5th Asian Universities Debating Championship-AUDC 2009 and we are working with our AUDC sponsors on this WUDC 2012 project from now on to ensure our First Class hospitality and Top quality adjudication. We will also ensure our strength by a Top Class Asian Debating tournament which probably will be the biggest and most exiting AUDC ever. Adjudication Core:The open application for DCA will be opened from January 2009. We will announce the half of the Core by May 2009 and rest during the Worlds 2010.Updates on Bangladesh WUDC 2012 bid will be followed…….

From flynn.debating.net

OLYMPIAD 08 Won by Aitchison College!

The LUMS Olympiad 08 trophy was lifted by Aitchison College Lahore for the second year running. Defending the title in an event that has expanded exponentially, they fared extremely well in most of the events..

This year there were 16 events and several workshops in the Olympiad which made it interesting and extremely challenging. Over 1200 participants went head to head against each other in competitions ranging from debates, declamations, quiz, movie making, music video making, chess, thematic art and Live Art, The competition gave a new look to events that were generally considered boring and mundane.

The highlight was the battle of the bands competition held in the central courtyard of LUMS. KIMS and Aitchison college rocked the party with some amazing numbers, after which CALL took the stage. The best individual Vocalist contest went side by side and at the end KIMS were declared eventual winners by a hair!

More details are to come later!

A Not So Bright Beginning

How do i actually pull this off?

What am i trying to pull off?

Is it real of a myth?

Who is the real winner?