Godspeed, PLUMS! A Farewell Note by the Vice President

Like you, I also feel a social pressure to write something cool, but for a moment, let’s be ourselves. Let’s bravely face our humble, real selves and leave our cool masks on the shelf. We, millennials, associate our identity with  plenty of artefacts; social media, pop culture, Netflix and the stories they tell. We know these distant, detached stories told to us; those that we can only see or hear through a device, but not touch or smell. We know less of our own selves and the immediate surroundings which can be seen, heard, touched, smelt and felt – realities that are more certain than the former. We all carry an urge to be “cosmopolitan middle class individuals through indulging in transnational consumerism of things, ideas, ideologies and cultures”. But imagine that internet or cable networks cease to exist today; then what are you? Who are we? How will we have conversations? The consequences will be horrendous: our Johnny self will become Jamshéd and will fall short of “pickup lines”.

“World will always look for unstable, impulsive, hormone-imbalanced youth to further its propaganda on one hand, and grumpy, old, arrogant lot on the other.”

Our identities depend on these distant stories so much that if they cease to exist, we would be nothing. This is our weakness. We have built the world around us, but there is nothing inside.

پڑھ پڑھ علم  ہزار کتاباں،  کدی اپنے آپ  نوں  پڑھیا  نئیں

جا جا وڑھدا اے مندر مسیتی، کدی من اپنے وچ وڑھیا نئیں

We must link the immediate with the distant. As our sense of reality is dislodged from our immediate surroundings, we are pushed to a conundrum of expectations that inculcate a façade of a “certain” future. But that “future” never happens. You’ll be asked to connect the dots, but the expectations will align them in a way that the line goes in a direction that the “expectors” wish. When we pursue life with a detached sense of reality, we deceive and lie to ourselves about the “is” through “ought”. The world disappoints us each time; and unlike our numb “reality”, these contradictions are felt bitterly through all our senses! As what is, exists independent of what we think is, and we do not run over the bus when we have our arms crossed, the bus still runs over us.

I’ve been believing in something so distant,
as  if  I  was human!

I’ve been denying this feeling of hopelessness,
in  me;  in  me!

So much in this world, ultimately, tends to move from instability to stability. Perhaps that explains our need for certainty and meaning. But to reach the highest level of certainty, we need to conjoin all our senses to know, than relying on only seeing and hearing through devices. We are only exposed to the ‘distant’; detached from the ‘immediate’. We are an unstable generation plagued with a weaker sense of certainty than our ancestors. Perhaps this is the “instability” that reflects as mental illnesses, among other reasons?

I have built this as a foundation to encourage you towards “originality”, and “being yourself” in your creative projects, which you must understand in terms of eliminating the problem I have  put  forth.  We  are  a society, a community that has a common goal: writing. All our departments work together to produce this end, learning manifold skills in the process. As I see a promising future of this newspaper, it is imperative  that we preclude this ‘millennial problem’ of detached reality, disconnected from our immediate surroundings, in our writings. Let’s link the distant to the immediate. Right now, for instance, we are students at a university. What being a “student at LUMS” means, is for us to define; not just the administration or faculty; not Google; not Instagram, not JSTOR and certainly not Netflix.

کوئ  دور  رہ  کے  قریب  ہے

کوئ قریب رہ کے بھی دور ہے

Should we be “critical”? A popular concern found in the students’ culture these days, is of “thinking out of the box”. What we don’t realise is that when we go out of the box, we jump into another box and stay there. Should we, then, keep jumping through the boxes persistently to facilitate inquiry? I never really understood that. If you wish to “deconstruct”, you find yourself in Jacques Derrida’s box—you may choose to stay there, perhaps because it’s a “French” box.  But following the earlier logic, no matter how much we jump, we are tempted to make a box around us; of certainty; of stability; and stay there even when it starts corrupting with contradictions. And do you see, we have the audacity to see this world in a “horse shoe”? If we realise our surprising abilities, no horse shoe will be able to theorise us.

If we believe that there are no absolute right or wrong – or no “box” – we will still be tempted to generalize our personal right and wrong to the world. Maintaining a façade of acceptance of others’ values counts to nothing if, by practice, we still move towards the absolute in many respects. Just because we say or believe that we are not, does not change the practical reality and its consequences. Isn’t that we are tolerant in being, tolerant in sayings, but intolerant in doings? Though we have grown apparently elastic in it, we still compete to be the demagogue.

As this society is relieved from resource dependencies, you will witness this newspaper leaning towards such direction, which will be an existential threat. I already see certain factions running after it like wild hounds. There is apparently a consensus among the academics that being completely value neutral is impossible. For a person, I find it true to a vast extent, but not for the institutions. For a newspaper that hosts a constellation of persons, using this consensus to justify propaganda is precarious; it can compromise free speech, result in compelled speech and a lack of diversity. You will see dominance of one narrative and exclusion of others. The contrarians will be discouraged to write or enter the society altogether. The newspaper will attract a label and facilitate cult formations on either sides, which is a catastrophe. We don’t want to see an “Intellectual Dark Web”, do we? Cults are, by definition, exclusive; when you make one cult, four more cults will be formed around you. Would you wish such a campus?

I declare this society open for all kinds of students—Northerners and Southerners alike, brand schoolers and non-brand schoolers alike—if they can think originally and be themselves. For how long can we hide behind an arbitrary grandiose of city, or a brand name of a social engineering factory? We are someone else too, without association to these jewels; someone more than a market niche. We must not be eager to replicate the tyranny of the world inside the campus. The world outside is, but a huge ego-sizing contest. In reality, their ego is the same; it is the gazing of the shadows that misguides them. Thus, those who are farther from the light, see  bigger shadows of their egos, and those who are closer, know their place and that of humanity very well. I encourage you to be the latter, and not the former.

The media in the world too, is accused of showing a distorted reality to facilitate narratives. They have to, but we dont. As I depart, I recommend the Editorial Board of PLUMS to maintain as much value neutrality in the editorial policies as it is possible, and to avoid implicit and explicit association with any ideology or narrative that must govern all writers. As I stated earlier, we will be tempted to turn populist, towards any side of the spectrum. But the highest level of maturity is when we strictly observe that what we are tempted to do is not always what we should do. Though it generally happens in the world outside, it is not best for us students. We are here to learn acceptance of differences, not activism and propaganda; the former is harder to learn; the latter is, or soon will be, instilled in us by the logic of the world anyway; as we let it.

Another reason why I deplore propaganda through the newspaper and its unapologetic affiliation with a narrative is to keep us students from being used. We get used by the things we don’t know how to use. We don’t control the narratives that we are a mouthpiece of, someone else does; who doesn’t love us as much as we begin to. How does religious fundamentalism use us, tapping into our beliefs, which they don’t themselves respect? How does right capitalism use us, taking advantage of our greed, avarice and vanity; feeding us theories of individual agents, then treating us as collective? And how does neo-Marxism and postmodernism use us, capitalizing on the “millennial weaknesses” these days? Karl Marx or Karl Mask? Taking a moral high-ground in the comfort of the blanket about the complicated world (immediate reality) that we never interacted with! Have we read a book called the world? What we say, remains in our throat, as we say so to be sublime characters, online or otherwise. It was all a meaningless hashtagging and posting, until they said it can change the world, and we adopted it impulsively to get meaning, stability and certainty in what we were habitual of doing meaninglessly. Can it really change the world? We were never critical of its premises, as what the world is and which direction of “change” it must follow, are not questions devoid of narratives, shortcomings and interests. The list above is not exhaustive or literal, be imaginative! We are in a world of defenseless lawyers and diseased doctors. All in all, we are not the end for them all, but a means to an end unknown to us.

Some cover their propaganda under cunning “rationality”, others facilitate demagoguery by a façade of compassion and piety. Serving humanity in saying, could be feeding our vanity in doing. They are a “public consent” away from a vulgar dictatorship that they had been hiding all along. Seemingly benign, inherently sinister!

Faking compassion for politics, rather; harms the very regime of it, by making the public skeptical of its discourse whenever it is signaled—failing to distinguish the fake from the genuine. Let the postmodernists disagree.

ہے علم جسے ہو حاجتِ  اندازِ بیان، محض رعب
پاک علم ہو گرچہ سادہ، کرے شعلہ بیان زدوکوب

Yet another choice is edginess, but that too is meaninglessly endless. You get edgy, edgier, edgiest and then what? You “walk over the edge”?

Though I am a big fan of feminists, as they say “men are trash”, I rather contend; why are they so lenient? How about the whole world is trash? Why is there a food-chain? We complain about the game theory, but why are the
resources scarce? Isn’t water running out, in our immediate reality? What will we do? If the world is this trash, does that imply we must adjust and be trashy ourselves? Or that we must manage to make it less trashy? How do we do it? Resource allocation? Modernization? Eliminating grand narratives? Revivalism? Hedonism? World abnegation? Self-purification? Which is the best answer? No one is sure. Façade of certainty! We are all internally scared and insecure; and we hide this behind the veil of vanity. Some get to shout and hurl through a pedestal; others get to sit with a European leg-cross at an NGO’s event. Their sayings are not doings, and doings are not what they speak of; their thinkings are not feelings, and feelings are not for what they think; their beings are not what they are, and what they are, they don’t want to be! They are distant, and all alike. They will bring us nothing, but make us become like them. You’ll be swimming through life somewhere, but your heart will float elsewhere; the heaviest of its pieces will be drowned, others will go here and there.

حق نوں آکھ کہ ہک کرے

ترا    ٹوٹا    پھوٹا     دل 

But the world will always look for unstable, impulsive, hormone-imbalanced youth to further its propaganda on one hand, and grumpy, old, arrogant lot on the other. We must spare ourselves from this game, at least as long as we are in the university or in the learning stage – or in a hormonal imbalance, for that matter.

Growing up is not a choice, but a necessity, for if we act like a pre-pubescent kid, the world will treat us like one; that treatment will less resemble that of our parents and more so of pedophiles. We would never know when, where and how were we ripped off.

Yet I’m militantly against pessimism, though I know that my words reek of it. But it only reeks to those who have learned to be governed by it; I have conjured all optimism in my Urdu poetry; those who cannot read it, missed out on it.

ٹھانی تھی دل میں اس نے اک آرزوۓ عروج

کہ  کردار   باکمال   ہو ،  شجاع   خوب  خوب

کروں  میں کچھ ایسا  کہ عالم حیراں   ہوجاۓ

ٹالوں  میں  وہ  بلا،   کسے  ٹالی  نہیں  کبھو

ملے  اسے    جلال  و  اضطراب  و  استطاع

مگر    بلا   نہ   آئ ،   بلا    ٹالتا    وہ   کیا

جب  کام  ہی  نہ  تھا    تو  کامیاب   کیا  ہوتا

نہ  تھا کوئ  فرعون  تو  موسیٰ وہ  کیا  ہوتا

جانا، کہ   مصیبت  بھی   ہے  اک نعمت  خدا

مانا،  کہ  اہم ہیں   یہ  فتن ، فِسق  اور زبوں

نہیں  ہے  دنیاۓ عفریت و عزازیل بلا  مقصد

دجال   نہ    فضول،   نہ   یاجوج  وَ ماجوج

The only acceptable activism is one that originates from yourself; from your immediate reality, that is: you are a student at a university—which is just one shallow instance. What concerns do you face being a student? Ask yourself! Would you not speak of non-profits shifting from social service provision to a mere donation collection; from “altruism” to “greed”? Do you see your peers implicitly excluding NOP scholars and then rant on LDF about mutual acceptance? Do you  recognize imposters amongst you, who talk of feminism, tolerance and piety, but do the opposite? But first sweap your own house, as the most immediate is, yourself. For us, it is less terrible, as this is our age of making mistakes; though it’s over for those who sit in offices. It is when you are aware of the immediate reality first, you are good to talk about the distant matters, while maintaining a link. And for that, you do not need to follow an ideology or a school of thought. No PhD knows more than you, what being a student at this university today feels like. You own this domain. You have the right and legitimacy to speak out through the platforms that PLUMS provides. Lastly, be critical, but not in the manner described earlier.

Words never erupt out of a newspaper to grab anyone’s collars. I have no right to obligate you to listen, nor have you, to constrain me to explain. As through this, I do not seek the limelight; I never wanted to be noticed. But I humbly put these words out, so the consequences that are not consistent with them, are off my shoulders. Mera Ranjhan hun Koi Hor!

If Harvard Crimson can last more than a century, this newspaper can last as long as LUMS itself, and it will (IA). With this hope, I bid farewell, both, as the Vice President of PLUMS (EC’19) and as a student at LUMS. Khuda Hafiz!

 

 

 

What is it about Khoka Chillings?

“This is a satire piece, learn to laugh, you will definitely live longer”

What makes LUMS, LUMS at the end of the day?

When I pause to ponder over this question, my mind reverts back to Oweek’17. I had the privilege of being coached by someone who till this very day abides strongly with what he said on Day 1.

Agar LUMS mei kabhi chill krna ho toh friends kay sath Khoka(y) pr beth jao

In fact, that is how I first picked up on the term Khoka chillings. No matter what part of the semester is, the green benches adjacent to the drive lane, right outside the Khoka Shop are the way out. Be it flunking a quiz to expressing your valuable take on the PDA issue, Khoka is the place that allows you to illustrate on your LUMS (and life) experience(s).

But what is all the hype about?

This spring semester provided me with the opportunity to explore the university (and myself) in a very non-conventional and nuanced way. Simply put, quite different from what & how your Oweek coaches would describe. Thankfully to my cause, I had a friend alongside who was ready to contribute her input into the matter.

The other day both of us sat down to grab a cup of chai. From what was initially a normal friends conversation went on a tangent of dissecting the place in front of us: the Khoka!

We were not surprised to see the place crowded with people because that is usually how Friday afternoons appear to be. Although you would expect some of them to return back home.

Making full use of the spare time we had, the two of us embarked on a mission to understand Khoka. What is it about the place? Who are these people you get to see every day? And finally (and most importantly), Is the Khoka hype really worth it?

Dissecting Khoka

You are mistaken if you thought Khoka was a term that originated in LUMS. Sure, the word is used more frequently than it would possibly be used outside the vicinity of the institution. But Yes, there are Khokas outside LUMS as well

In the literal sense of the word, Khoka is primarily a shop on the corner of a street where people would sit down, have a tea coupled with some ‘gup-shup’.

Well, in one way or the other, the literal meaning does relate to what actually happens at LUMS. Yet, there are some particularities which I have observed and found worth mentioning here.

It’s about the same type of people you get to witness on a daily basis, and possibly wearing the same type of outfit over and over again. Mind you I mean the guys in jogger pants with an Adidas jacket and Nike shoes (without socks) above all to complement the combination.

Let’s dissect the Khoka starting from the drive lane.

You exit your car at this location possibly because you want to mingle in with the Khoka chillers. The first thing you notice? There are people everywhere, literally everywhere. Finding a spare bench might be impossible at this point so all you have to do now is find anyone you know and try fixing in. That anyone could be someone from your Oweek group, society or an individual you asked notes from and they were nice enough to share them with you.  Which in a way explains how LUMS freshies actually begin their friendships. 

All you need to do is force yourself in with a group that wouldn’t possibly mind your presence. They probably do but unfortunately, are too shallow to exhibit their concerns out front. 

If you manage to look around, each bench has a group although appearing to be the same but doing somewhat a different activity. The conversation centres around LUMS life, quizzes, gossips etc. Not that, you, as an individual find the conversation(s) meaningful, but there is no other choice.  You have to fix yourself in because you need validation from the group members.

But what about the time when all the conversations seem meaningless and no one has any contribution to make? In that case, start playing Rung! There is no reason why you should even get up from that bench.

Manage to look closely at the Poondi Benches!  You come across a bunch of seniors, not in any way appearing to be worried about their future prospects. At that point, all that matters: a cigarette and some Tame Impala music to make most of the situation.

If you ever have to sit at a Khoka Bench, the one adjacent to the shop window is a straightforward NO! Mainly for two reasons: a) Ijaz bhai has an exhaust installed at that location which essentially means you expose yourself to unbearably hot air. b) There is always some society thing happening on that bench.

Not going to point out which society, in particular, occupies the bench the most, but you know who you are.

Perhaps the environment of the Khoka wasn’t lit enough for these society people and the only way to overcome that is to make everyone listen to Faded by Alan Walker in the loudest possible volume. If people disapprove of the song (which normally should be the case) then you have some NFAK qawalis as a viable alternative.

Not going to mention the windows, they are always reserved for certain kinds of people.

Move a bit ahead to land yourself in the extended part of the Khoka. LUMS literally had to make an extension to accommodate more Chillers.

The story is a bit different here. You possibly won’t come across people playing rung or listening to EDM rather the benches have supposedly a different purpose altogether. If you don’t run into some faculty members, then mind you there will be some birthday celebration happening. Long story short, the Extended Khoka, on a comparative, happens to be much more peaceful and calmer. Although who knows, it probably won’t be long before the Chillers take over this part as well

Conclusion?

There is no conclusion. Try being a little nerd and experience the tranquillity of the LUMS library.

 

Why miss out on Khoka Chillings when you can keep office hours at the Khoka!

 

 

 

Sonder and Mokita: In conversation with Haider Ilahi

The greatest enemy of knowledge is not ignorance, it is the illusion of knowledge”- Stephen Hawking

There is something to be said about a person who draws knowledge from the world, the people and the events surrounding him, the good and the bad; and turning it into a symphony of words that speaks to the soul. Like a tree with its roots firmly in the ground with the world spinning quickly by, as years turning into aeons; people into a kaleidoscope of colours whirling into a spectacular illustration; time burdening it with its age-old secret and the dawning truth ageing it further every day.

There is nothing more radical than to learn, unlearn and relearn oneself from the knowledge that one is provided with and it was by chance that I stumbled upon somebody quite similar to that. From the batch of 2019, Mr Haider Ilahi tells us about what he learnt so far from his experience as a member of the LUMS community and how it shaped him as a person.

Sleepless due to reading Songs of Blood and Sword the whole night, downing a cup of coffee and making our way towards Khoka in the chilly November morning, I and my two friends went to meet Mr.Ilahi as he greeted us with a polite smile.

We started off by asking him about his routine.

Q: How do you usually spend your day?

 A: Previously, I would sleep and wake up very late. I wanted to adjust my routine since it was messing my day up. Directing my biological clock to wake up at 6 am, I started rising to a clean, empty and quiet campus giving me a clear head to think. I have my breakfast and then do my readings outside with the music always playing in the background. Then my friends begin to wake up and I start wasting time (smiles!). By the end of the day, I go to bed early usually around 10 or 11 pm and even though it’s really hard, I still try to maintain this routine.

Q: What kind of literature do you like?

A: I used to read a lot of fiction but I am lucky in the respect that I really like the courses that I take. So, primarily, having just started my senior year, this is the first semester that I am really involved with my course packs. Usually, it would be me opening my books only during a mid or a final, but now it’s constant. So, whenever I am free and have to read something, I’ll do a reading of the course that legitimately interests me like philosophy or sociology. When I do have the time, I try to find novels and books suggested by friends. But I hardly have the time right now, so it seems to be just course packs.

Q: What about your childhood book-preferences?

A: It would be novels, crime stories, and detective stories. Even now, some of the favourite books that I go back to are fiction; which I used to read when I was really young. So, uh, it wouldn’t be surprising that I go back to those Famous Five books (we all laugh) that usually send me back to my childhood. But other than that, philosophy would be my preferred genre.

Q: What made you decide upon your current major?

A: I had an understanding that I would do Political Sciences but my father wanted me to have an open mind about choosing another major if it appealed to me. He personally wanted me to take Economics but, ultimately, he left the choice on me saying that I should analyze my penchant as well as my strengths and weaknesses. When I came as a freshman, I took a month or two to contemplate and then decided on doing Pol Sci and stuck with it. Despite that, even though I am a Pol major and its requirements aren’t very stringent, I promised myself that I’ll take up courses from other disciplines as well except for SDSB, which I had to take eventually as an out-group (the word ‘unfortunately’ was left unsaid). This really broadened my perspective as a whole.

Q: Apart from studying, what hobbies do you indulge in like sports etc?

A: I used to play a lot of football before I came to LUMS. For some personal reasons, I gave that up. It was hard because at that point football was the only thing I was really passionate about. So when I gave it up, I had to sort of find a replacement for it; something to keep me active in a way. Then by the end of my sophomore year and the beginning of my junior year, I found that spark in a specific branch of academics. Met with a couple of teachers who really inspired me to align my goals and ambitions. So if I had to choose now in retrospect, I’ll always choose this over football as it is something much more fulfilling and gratifying.

Since he mentioned music previously,

Q: What about your taste in music and did it develop over time?

A: Yeah, it did develop over time. If I had to go and pick one genre, it would be Blues. I have discovered some of the most incredible blues artists from the 60s and even early 30s. Other than that, since it’s in my blood probably, I have recently started to get really deep into Sufi qawwalis since almost all qawwalis do use spiritual and Sufi takes. As my Punjabi isn’t really good, I have sort of become a student of that. So, 50% it’s qawwali and 50% it’s blues.

Q: What are your thoughts on Iqbal since you mentioned that you respect his philosophy?

A: Well, I can’t talk about Iqbal without talking about society because even my own opinion is formed partly due to society. So when I was growing up, I understood Iqbal as how he was taught: “Qoumi Shayar hain” and “Unko Pakistan ka khwaab aya tha”; that’s all very nice and cute but in my junior year I heard about a course being offered called ‘Philosophy and Poetry of Iqbal’. This course was being taught by the only person I call my teacher, Sir Koshul. Since it required the consent of the instructor, the professor took my interview. I remember when he asked me why I wanted to take this course up, my reply was that one of the things my father used to talk about was my generation; that the most unfortunate aspect of our generation is that we haven’t studied Iqbal well and even if we have, we didn’t try to understand him. That really stuck with me. At that time I was trying to study Kant and Nietzsche on my own and, although it was fun, there was a thirst and a void inside me as if I was missing something. So, ultimately, I stumbled upon Iqbal and truth be told, that course changed my life. It was primarily the philosophy of Iqbal but the poetry of it cannot be separated as they complement each other.

Q: Why did Iqbal impact you so?

A: This course and Iqbal’s ‘Reconstruction of Religious Thought in Islam’, it struck me really deeply and my whole life was turned upside down.  Those questions that plagued my mind, Iqbal answered them.  Culturally specific and contextual, Iqbal is not just for Muslims only. He is beyond that; he is universal. Iqbal understood the fact that the need of the current day and age, and I hate using this word since it has an extensive debate behind it, is for us to reconcile things ‘rationally’. For instance, and I speak personally, growing up in a Sunni Muslim not-so-extremist family I would have questions about my religion and somewhat related aspects.  When I would look for the answers, religion would always say this is where you take a leap of faith.  Kind of like religious schooling in subtext. Whilst from my school to my university, the exact opposite coaching’s been done: to perceive everything rationally and build reasonable, sound arguments so it could all make sense. So you can imagine the conflict inside me and I notice this about a lot of people in my generation as well. The disparity has expanded so much that both of our domains do not even see eye to eye most of the time. It has thus created a perception-gap throughout because we have failed to understand the needs of our time. And Iqbal talks about this in the preface that the need of the time requires a method that is physiologically sound and mentally adequate or something along these lines. That is why Iqbal is so exceptional and made so much sense to me. Where religion told me to take a leap of faith and I couldn’t uncover any empirical or sort of logical reason for that, Iqbal resolved my conflict through his philosophy and I started seeing patterns in things as my observational sense got acute. I feel like he is truly misunderstood whenever I have this conversation, even with my friends. I apologize if this is getting lengthy (we didn’t mind at all), but Iqbal is a teacher of mine and I think everyone could learn from Iqbal regardless of what their personal inclinations are towards everything. Religion, faith, science, whatever belief you hold; I think if you respect the text and go to it as a student, you’ll take a lot from it in the end.

Q: How did these texts change your perception?

A: For that, I’ll talk about the point where I started to understand things or rather, I thought I started to understand things and that came from the fact that if I had a text in front of me, whether it be of Allama’s or any other’s, I had to treat it with respect. More than knowledge, it is the self-discipline that is necessary to understand something. My favourite movie of all time ‘Good Will Hunting’ has this powerful scene between Will and his therapist Sean where the therapist says: “You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you?” So whatever surface idea you garner, that’s probably the worst interpretation you can attain from a text. The text Sir Koshal is teaching us, he is still working on it and even now he goes back to his very beginnings. And it’s only due to self-discipline that you start forming your own conclusions which are very sound, probably by not endorsing anyone else’s opinion. When we come to the Quran, the stipulation in which the country is right now is most likely because people have reduced the text. They have reduced God. Had they grappled with the text, had they had the self-discipline; this country wouldn’t be suffering from the current repercussions. Not saying that I have that sort of self-discipline and this is perhaps the reason I haven’t picked up Quran’s translation till now. The other end of the spectrum is that you start understanding it and you begin discovering things that are fascinatingly tangible for your inner world. Then yes, your life changes, your company changes, your friends change and your relationship with the world changes. It’s because your understanding of the world has changed and if it is worth something, you will definitely change.

Q: You talked about having some questions growing up. What were those?

A: There were a lot of questions that plagued me. I’ll talk about three of the most primary ones here. One of them was the biggest contradiction that I and most people find in religion: predestination and free will. If everything is pre-decided by God then where is this supposed free will? It bothered me a lot not being able to comprehend why I can’t understand my religious conviction. The second thing that troubled me was the nature of time. There are a lot of ways to understand time but how I perceived it was through observation. The earliest memory I have is of my mother picking me up as she prepared breakfast for me and my siblings when I was very little. Now, it’s the same mother and it’s the same Haider but when I am climbing stairs with my mum, she asks for my hand to help her ascend. This is how I understand time: seeing parents age, seeing myself grow and watching myself as I change. Thirdly, I started questioning death. I have seen death very closely and well everyone is subject to it; this developed a curiosity inside me to discern the nature of death in its truest form. So, these were the queries that I had growing up and the most intriguing thing is that many philosophers have presented these questions with answers of their own but none of them really stuck with me. That’s where Sir Basit Koshul came into the picture; he taught me about 150-200 pages of Iqbal thoroughly and that sort of lead to a mental progression for myself.

Q: The way you perceive different aspects of your life probably vary from that of your peers. Did you ever feel the need to make them understand your point of view?

A: The beauty of life is that every person lives his life in a unique way. Again Allama when he talks about human ego, call it a soul, a spirit or whatever, he says that every individual is a unique ego and everybody is looking at life with a different intellect. Doesn’t mean that somebody’s way of perceiving it is better than any other’s or only one way is the True way. These are just general rules for surviving on this Earth; a necessity if you may. It’s essential even to look at things in your own way and be respectful of how others are looking at them and then exchange ideas among yourselves. So when I am with my friends, this is the only sort of conversation that I have. Better to understand another than to gossip about someone else. Be respectful, be kind and you will start to realize that even though you might be looking at things through a different lens, you will be able to see the beauty in it. It’s really exciting if you and your friend perceive the same thing completely differently. And nothing is more beautiful than when this difference allows you to achieve the essence of that very thing.

Q: Did it change your perception of the institute that we study in?

A: I don’t want to scare you guys but I am sure that you all must have heard a lot when you first started studying here like there is freedom of inquiry, free objectivity and well the very best of education you could get in the entire country. After three and a half years, I would say it’s been probably the exact opposite. Because if LUMS is claiming this, then there sure are some conflicts within this claim. And for that, I will have to talk about rationality, something I am very cautious to talk about since we have understood it in a very restricted way. Weber gives four modes of rationality: theoretical (computative and analytical), formal (cause and benefits), practical (actions and reactions) and value (judgment mostly). What the university does and what science and each of its discipline do is endorse only formal rationality. This is the only form of rationality that they accentuate and consider to be ‘true’. According to them, the other three modes never existed. This approach is nothing but similar to a donkey whose eyes are blindfolded and is told to tread the path (this cracked me up since it was primarily apt).

Never reduce your texts, your approach or your vision.”

And make no mistake about it; religion does the exact same thing with value rationality. So you need to reconcile the conflicts within by broadening your spectrum as these assertions make you question your courses, your chosen discipline, your degree and even the very claims that lead you to spend giant amounts of money in these four years. It is my right as well as my duty to question what this has given me in the long run. The point is that there is always more to a picture than someone would tell you. The university is, in my opinion, swindling you. That is why you need to be critical in your approach and question things. But they never address these issues because if they did, they are most likely screwed.

Q: How can we overcome such dishonest ways in your opinion?

A: Primarily by starting talking about it as it can’t go on forever. This has to change. So, talk about it and hopefully, someone with courage will stand up against it. This is all about progression. You play your part and hope that the next person plays their part for there will always be a next person. There shouldn’t be any despondency regarding this. Just keep playing your part and imparting something from it onto someone else so they can make their own choice by looking at the evidence and thus furthering the process. The change is sure to transpire. One thing I would say is that there is too much deception in this world; a lot of mirrors around creating an illusion of reality. So travel, it cleanses your mind. Take some time to yourself; take a step back to sort of escape that tornado of life. Breathe. Think. Analyze what is happening around you and to you. This is very necessary and I am kind of becoming an extremist in this (chuckles). This is how I start and end my day and I wouldn’t want it any other way since it is innately very enjoyable. If it’s chaotic inside, it will be chaotic outside and if it’s peaceful inside then it will be peaceful outside. Write if you need to. Because writing has given me a channel to express my inner-self through words and resolve the inner workings of my mind which, to be honest, has been a lot of help in bettering my life.

Quoting one of his favourite verses of Iqbal;

نوا پیرا ہو اے بُلبل کہ ہو تیرے ترنّم سے
کبوتر کے تنِ نازک میں شاہیں کا جگر پیدا

Pakistan’s Freedom Struggle: The Promised Dawn is Yet to Come

یہ داغ داغ اجالا یہ شب گزیدہ سحر

وہ انتظار تھا جس کا یہ وہ سحر تو نہیں

یہ وہ سحر تو نہیں جس کی آرزو لے کر

چلے تھے یار کے مل جاۓ گی کہیں نہ کہیں

On a cold winter night, despite security threats, student activists gather on the streets of Lahore to protest yet another abduction of a fellow Baloch activist. He was young, ambitious, zealous. He was fighting for the rights of his people, for human rights. Like many others, he was picked up by unidentifiable men. Like many others, they did not know if he would return. So they did what they could. They demanded from the state responsible for protecting these rights.

Faiz Ahmad Faiz had warned us decades ago of the disillusionment of 1947’s ‘triumph’. Pakistanis had acquired some freedom but there was still a long way to go.

Almost seventy years later, we still have a long way to go.

For Pakistan, one of the largest obstacles to freedom are enforced disappearances, with no external force posing this threat and perpetrators and victims both belonging to the country.

Balochistan and Khyber Pakhtunkhwa (KPK) suffer prominently in this terrorizing system of repression. Witnesses of these disappearances described them as often occurring in the night when unknown men enter target homes and pick up family members they deem problematic. Many cases have even occurred in broad daylight. Parents have lost their young children, siblings have been estranged and wives left widowed. The loved ones left behind in the wake of this terror spend their remaining lives chasing an unattainable justice; from the police station to the Supreme Court, they knock every door for some reprieve. Stranger phone calls sometimes give them dishonest reassurances of their loved ones returning. The false hope worsens the anguish of the families, especially when their beloved turns up in a dumped bag, or as part of a mass grave or simply never turns up. Those who do return, as one Baloch said, “don’t remember who they are, much less their families. The torture they endure erase their identities”.

Disappearances originated with the Balochs’ political movements after 1971, which demanded political, economic and social rights. Rich in natural resources that provide for Pakistan and beyond, Balochistan is the largest and least developed province of the country. Poor living conditions prevail, with 46.6 percent of Baloch households having no electricity and 59% of Balochistan without natural gas, its main energy source. Economic exploitation and little provincial autonomy aggravate the situation. Corruption in development projects add to Baloch grievances. Continued ignorance and suppression of legitimate demands has led to unrest and even outright insurgencies in the past four decades.

The Pashtuns have a similar story. Many have been picked up and killed as part of a policy to curb the region’s militant threat, such as that from the Taliban. Naqibullah Mehsub was one such Pakhtoon who lost his life in the cross-fire of Karachi Authorities’ militancy resistance. The widely publicized case led to the “Pashtun Long March” where thousands protested for the protection of ethnic rights. The march soon grew into a nation-wide protest called the Pashtun Tahafuz Movement. Throngs of people, united by their collective pain, came out on the streets to demands reparations from the state.

Enforced disappearances are no longer a Baloch or Pakhtun problem, they are a Pakistani problem, with people now being abducted from all provinces. The terrifying reality of the ‘others’ is now our reality. That there is something beyond provincial politics here is evident when protesters are made up in large numbers of the more vulnerable groups in society; women, children and senior citizens. What drives these people out of the safety of their homes and into the streets is the reality of their lives – that their homes are no longer safe. They know the terror has reached there. How long will it take us to realize that it has reached our homes, too?

The situation is aggravated by the mass media’s restricted reporting of the daily repression these people face. State censorship is largely but not solely responsible. Ejaz Haider, a prominent Pakistani journaslist, describes the constraints local journalists face in this case, “if you are not taking sides, reporting in certain cases can be very tricky. Take, for example, Balochistan. Journalists there have to deal with the state’s sensitivities as well as threats from Baloch terror groups. A half-hour conversation in the Quetta press club with reporters brings this reality into sharp salience. It was the same for journalists in the erstwhile tribal areas when most of those administrative units were controlled partially or fully by Taliban groups. Traversing such a landscape is like walking through a minefield”.

There are indeed violent actors amidst the protesters but they constitute a fragment of the larger movement. Meanwhile, the state’s oppressive response to these violent elements is indiscriminate. The human tragedy that occurs as a consequence is now part of everyday life in Balochistan and KPK. One year later, Mehsud’s murderer, Police Superintendent Rao Anwar, still roams free. Thousands of Pashtuns are still gathering on the streets in protest. If the state continues to respond militarily to a political problem, we may see costs as grave as those incurred in 1971.

What could we possibly do about this? Baloch and Pakhtun student activists are not very different from us. They engage in activities and share interests similar to ours. However, they described life as that of constant threat because of their struggle for the protection of Pakistanis. According to them, the least we can do is to become informed and help make others aware. Information is available despite the limitations. Speaking with activists and using the internet for reliable sources are ways to educate ourselves. Human Rights Watch devised a report in 2011. Sources cited in this article are also a good starting point. We must begin speaking up. We must prove false that “in Pakistan, preservation counts for more than compassion”.

Millions envisioned the dawn of a free Pakistan in 1947. Perhaps with our collective struggle we will one day witness that promised dawn.

ابھی چراغ سر رہ کو کچھ خبر ہی نہیں

ابھی گرانیٔ شب میں کمی نہیں آئی

نجات دیدہ و دل کی گھڑی نہیں آئی

 چلے چلو کہ وہ منزل ابھی نہیں آئی

Interview of Taha Iqbal and Talha Wani

  1. When did you start debating? Is it something that you have always wanted to do as a child?

Taha Iqbal: I started debating when I was in first year of O’levels. I got into it because of my mother and my teachers pushing me to do the activity. Once I started, I actually enjoyed it and hence kept on going. I did various forms of public speaking including declamations, Model UN and parliamentary style debating and ended up preferring the latter because I thought it was more challenging.

Talha Wani: I always enjoyed public speaking, but I did not have a particular penchant for parliamentary debates until my O levels.

  1. How did you prepare for the championship?

Taha Iqbal: DRUMS  conducts biweekly English and Urdu debating camps. The primary form of practice was sparring against other speakers of LUMS. We’re privileged to have not only the highest number of speakers but also some of the best speakers in our country at our English debating camp in particular. This made finding people to practice against easier and also ensured that we faced quality opposition and had good judges. Apart from that, I watch videos of debates and debate tutorials done by some of the best in the world. Reading is also an essential part of practice because motions tend to be specific and require some degree of knowledge about current affairs. My partner and I also spoke various tournaments throughout the calendar year which also exposed us to compete against other domestic teams (we only spoke once together though).

Talha Wani: Sadly, we were a little short of practice. I spoke at one local tournament this semester in Kinnaird College, which I ended up winning. We did, however, do our fair share of individual research, mostly through our routine of following the news well and reading analytical pieces when we could find them.

  1. What have you learned about yourself while being on this journey?

Talha Iqbal: The biggest lesson one learns when going to international tournaments is humility. There needs to be a recognition of just how good teams and judges from around the world are and how difficult it is to compete against them. There are structural barriers which prevent Pakistani and other ‘English as a Second Language’ and ‘English as a Foreign Language’ teams from doing extremely well. While you have to realize that these barriers exist, you also have to simultaneously take the opportunity to learn as much as you can along the way and maintain morale.

Talha Wani: I don’t think I have learned much. The only difference in my self-perception has been humbling; a consequence of the caliber of speakers I witnessed.

  1. Is there any world debater or speaker that you look up to as an inspiration?

Taha Iqbal: That is a long list. If you ever want to see how to give an emotionally powerful and logically cogent speech then you need not look beyond Bo Seo (Harvard), Victor Finkel (Monash), Shengwu Li (Oxford) and Will Jones (Oxford). There are many many more but just in terms of Pakistani speakers, Muhammad Asadullah Khan (Cambridge) and our very own Taha Kaihan Masud also continue to inspire me. Both of these speakers have found international success (Asad more than Masud) but continue to be humble (Masud more than Asad). Having known them personally, I am not only in awe of how good they are as speakers but equally of how good they are as human beings. I can only wish to achieve something comparable in both regards.

Talha Wani: I sometimes watch the Prime Minister’s speech of the 2016 World Universities final delivered by Bo Seo as the “model speech”. I guess he, and others like him, are the kind of speakers I want to be like.

 

  1. How has LUMS helped you in achieving your success today?

 Taha Iqbal: I came to LUMS from SISA. It’s not a well-known school but it gave me the opportunity to debate. I went to countless tournaments and learned a lot, but did not encounter a lot of success. At LUMS, I was suddenly thrown into a camp where I was up against some of the best in the country. In my freshmen year, I learned a lot from speakers like Hafiz Usman, Nawal Tauqeer and Humza Jami who were at that point in time the most successful Pakistani team to have ever competed in the United Asians Debating Championship. The shift in the quality of camp and adjudication meant that I was now speaking with, against and learning from people whom I wouldn’t have dreamed of interacting with had I been at any other place. The fact that DRUMS gets international adjudicators to adjudicate at the LUMS IV and sends teams to international tournaments obviously also increases exposure and therefore the likelihood of us getting better.

Talha Wani: It’s given me both mentors, in many of the speakers who came before me, as well as exposure in the form of my 2 Worlds and 1 Asians experience. I don’t think I’d be as good a speaker if I had not gotten either.

 

  1. What do you think needs to be improved here at LUMS in order to produce high achievers like you?

Taha Iqbal: Funding; the lack of financial resources locks out certain people who are just as good or perhaps better. I could only be what I am today because I was privileged enough to come from a family that can pay for tickets, transport, visa fees, and registration fees. While DRUMS tries its best to subsidize people who do not enjoy the same privilege that I do, there is still a huge resource gap. If we could get more money, there would be a lot more successful speakers.

Talha Wani: I don’t consider myself a high-achiever. To produce true high achievers, I think we need to visit even more international Major’s and be exposed to higher quality debating. Of course, financial and logistical restrictions can complicate this, but I hope that is less the case in the future

 

  1. How do you plan to use this achievement of yours for your future career?

Taha Iqbal: I don’t. It obviously helps that I have experience in public speaking. I can do tasks like interviews and presentations with relative ease but I really don’t see the activity in that way. While I admit that there are advantages, like thinking on your feet, speaking in front of people, managing time and knowing a lot of stuff, to me it doesn’t matter what the activity gives me, it’s much more about it just being enjoyable.

Talha Wani: I’m an Economics major, I don’t think the achievement counts much towards my career, as opposed to the skills I gain e.g. communication and logic construction/deconstruction.

  1. Any message for those looking up to you as an inspiration?

Taha Iqbal: Don’t. There are loads of people better than me that you can learn more from.

Talha Wani: Don’t. Find better inspirations.

 To the years in LUMS

I came as a toddler: having just learned to crawl
But I planned to fly here
Each step I took was fragile and filled with hope
The building loomed over me and seemed mightier than ever
In my innocence all I could see were the wings that I wanted
I was unaware of the stones that I would fall onto
That would scrape my wings and tear them apart
That would bleed even after four years

I came as a teenager: rebellious in my dreams
I had the energy to speak the loudest, to put in all that I had
I longed for inspiration as I ventured deeper in my journey
I knew I had to make most of this time
So I compromised on sleep, on health and on life
I gave all that in hopes that this would fill me up
This would teach me to fly
This would make something out of me

I came as an adult: mature in my wants
This was the year where life planned to teach me the worst it could
Where the true colors of friends are seen
Where loneliness is tackled
Where every moment is the hardest to get through
Where after every fall, I would dust myself and try again
As I squeezed the last bit of energy in me

I came as old: weak and tired to my bones
I sat and gathered the few that I had left in my life
I wore different colors and danced in the rain
I laughed till tears rolled down my cheeks
I painted my room till the white of previous years had disappeared
I sat alone till the loneliness had vanished
I grew the wings when I least expected to
I had become much more than what I had expected to

To Karachi, with Love

I often wonder, can you fall in love with a city the way you fall in love with a person? Because I think I have. Exploring a city’s lanes and secluded corners, like you would of a lover as you would lay with them, on sunny afternoons, etching new words upon their skin with your fingers. You would stare your lover, noticing all their quirks and building fantasies around them. Imaging the winters and the summers, and the autumns, while lying down next to them upon the grass during spring. You would talk to it, like you tell all your secrets to your lover and designate a few hours just to them, as if they belong to no one except you. You feel an inexplicable safety in knowing that this is the only city that would hold you and your secrets safe in its soul and would never reveal them to anyone, thus forging a bond that could never be breached by anyone else no matter what.

I struggle every time I plan to write about Karachi. It is so oxymoronic, so juxtaposing; like it infuriates and amazes at the same time. It continues to blow my mind with its mesmerising sights. I cannot help but stand on different vantage points and just continue gracing my eyes with its architectural excellence realizing how this structure along with the others around, have seen several instances of love, hate, naivety, success and failure between people of all ages. Its streets always lead me to a world crazier than the one I have come from, and one can never know what adventure awaits them in the moments to come. You just carelessly walk along the streets knowing that there is a world stranger than the one outside it – a world where anything can happen and that anything has the capacity of increasing the value of your life exponentially.

Out of all the metaphors I could use on you, I choose a tortured one. I want to call you a neglected mother, who openheartedly welcomes her children regardless of who they are as people or what they do. Every day you have millions of people coming in to you, learning how to survive and getting a bit closer to their dreams while growing up a little in the process. Some mover further away, some choose to stay, but you stand where you are – welcoming everyone with open arms even though the space keeps getting smaller and your buses may accommodate three passengers per seat. Karachi, I hate to admit but you are on the verge of dying, but there is value in your dying breath. The recording of each breath is worthy and hopeful and not opportunistic at all. I surely know that you will rise against all your challenges and will dance to the beat of your own drum because that is how it has always been, mad and crazy. And for someone like me, yours is the only understandable madness. The only chaos I can love unfathomably.

The Lucifer Effect: Book Review

Introduction:

Mankind, in every epoch, has always had a penchant for the macabre and the evil. Whether it be pillaging of castles, imperialistic ventures of colonization or wiping out enrollments; there is no end to the creative destruction that man can wreck if left to his own devices. Among the plethora of literature on various heinous acts that have been perpetrated, the work of Phillip Zimbardo stands unrivalled because as opposed to just delineating acts of evil, Zimbardo answers a deceptively simple question; ‘Understanding how good people turn evil.’ In his critically acclaimed book, ‘The Lucifer Effect’, Zimbardo chronicles the events of his infamous ‘Stanford Prison Experiment’ and quantifies the psychological factors which push one to traverse into the ambit of acts which are deemed as profane. The insight provided by Zimbardo, while stomach-churning, is of monumental importance because it not only allows one to map the effect that one’s surrounding has on one’s sense of identity, it also provides falsifiable and scientific explanations as to why evil exists ubiquitously in today’s morally degenerate world.

Overview:

Before delving further into an analysis of Zimbardo’s book, the exigence of the books needs to be understood. In 1970, Zimbardo conducted his infamous, and failed, Stanford Prison experiment in which he simulated a prison in the basement of the psychology building in Stanford with the hopes of investigating the various dispositional, situational and systemic factors which contribute towards, what Zimbardo calls, “deindiviudation.”(Zimbardo 21) The book draws on the findings of the experiment in 1970 and tries to reconcile the inhumane behavior of correctional officers in the notorious Abu Gharaib prison in Iraq during the regime of Sadam Hussein.

Before Zimbardo begins to chronicle the events of the experiment itself, he provides the reader with a very important caveat: the psychological factors which are conducive towards the prevalence of evil instincts within an individual. Zimbardo draws the dichotomy between the evil as being “essentialized” (Zimbardo 6), meaning it is innate in some others and absent in others, and evil being an “incrementalist” feature (Zimbardo 7) which means that every individual, given the right stimuli, is capable of perpetrator evil acts. Zimbardo further buttresses his arguments on various approaches to evil by explaining who simultaneously certain “dispositional, situational and systemic” (Zimbardo 7) factors also contribute to people committing acts of evil. Penultimately, he then addresses the element of power system and their top-down dominance and how authoritarian regimes are more often than naught characterized by heinous because of how easy It is for evil to permeate into the landscape when one person or entity wields absolute power. He then goes on to provide instances outrageously evils acts by providing examples such as the rape of the people of Rwanda in the spring of 1994 and the rape of the people of Nanking, China, in 1937 as example. A salient feature of Zimbardo’s work which increases the efficacy of his arguments is how Zimbardo furnishes each psychological viewpoint with examples as aforementioned. Having established the necessary psychological foundation surrounding the independent variable which he looks to investigate, Zimbardo delves directly into the experiment and begins arresting the volunteers in collaboration with the police department of Palo Alto on a Sunday morning; the arrests are made to look as legitimate as possible in lieu of the real world likeness created by the police officers as they recite the Miranda rights of the prisoners, the filming of the entire arrest and official booking and registration of the prisoners in the Palo Alto police station. As the guards and prisoners assume their roles, the slow process of deindividuation and dehumanization begins. While the day starts off with mild instances of humiliation such as the presence of a “locked chain” ( Zimbardo 40) around the ankles of prisoners, the prohibition of wearing undergarments and referring to prisoners as their registration numbers the abuse slowly becomes more inhumane due to arbitrary abuses of power being conducted by guards such as conducting prisoner counts at 2 AM in the morning and further penalizing the prisoners by having to repeat these counts in a mind-numbingly monotonous manner if the guards wanted the counts to be “sweet” or to be sung by the prisoners ( Zimbardo  49). The prisoners are further forced to refer to the guards not by their names but as “Mr. Correctional Officer” (Zimbardo 51) which further accelerates the process of the loss of identity. What’s important to appreciate at this point in time is that Zimbardo is recording all the proceedings in real-time from a control room and it’s this covert surveillance by Zimbardo which truly enlightens the reader as to the extent to which the guards and prisoners begin to internalize their roles. Further, Zimbardo provides the insights of the guards and prisoners alongside stating the happenings of each day; this Is very useful because statements such as that of prisoner 7258 stating how “as the day goes on, I wish I was a guard” (Zimbardo 51)  helps the reader keep track of the timeline of the deindividuation of the volunteers. Sunday is an eventful day as towards the end, the first signs of rebellion can be seen as prisoner 2093 violates the time constraints he is given for going to the lavatory; the wheels of anonymity have been set in motion, but the process is being hampered as old identities clash against the new, engendered ones.

Monday morning starts off with another prisoner count being conducted by the guard but something very peculiar occurs; for the first time, the guards threaten to use violence against non-cooperative prisoners as the guard Ceros “smacks his club against his open palm, making the wap wap sound of restrained aggression.”(Zimbardo 57) Further, the abuse of power starts to become even more arbitrary as prisoners are forced to shout that it’s a “wonderful day.” (Zimbardo 58) Due to the failure of prisoner 8612 to meet the standard set by the guards as far as making his bed is concerned, he is thrown into the “hole” (Zimbardo 59); an improvised simulation of solitary confinement. Rebellion stars brewing as prisoners starts responding to the senseless abuse of guard power such as dragging the blankets of the inmates through pins but slowly, the prisoners start assuming a rather mellowed and submissive stance whereas the guards assert their dominance. While there is also an escape attempt by prisoner 5704, the effort fizzles out resulting in a penultimate frenzy of idiosyncratic counts being conducted by the guards eventually leading to prisoner 8612 breaking down and being removed from the experiment. An important fact to be cognizant of at this point in time is that 8612 had earlier asserted how this entire ordeal Is a “simulated experiment,” And its “no prison.” (Zimbardo 61) Within just one day, the roles have been deeply engrained that the loss of identity and distress can be physically witnessed in the prisoners. The next few chapters of the book further outline the extent of deindividuation. On Tuesday, prisoners are visited by their parents, siblings and spouses and while one would expect the prisoners to cry out in agony to their loved ones, many reassure their families that they are being taken care of and are happy;  prisoner 819, a very frequent member of solitary confinement, comments when asked by his brother if he wants to get out, “I can’t be out of here, I am in this wonderful place.” (Zimbardo 95) Next, one has to appreciate the oversight that Zimbardo shows while conducting the experiment; He ensures that the prisoners are visited by a priest on Wednesday as a means to not psychologically evaluate the prisoners and quell some of their grievances, but also to ensure that the most authentic prison environment is present in order for the dispositional factors to run their course. By the same token, Zimbardo then institutes a “Parole Board” (Zimbardo 100) whose sole purpose is to give the “semblance of democracy in this authoritarian setting.” (Zimbardo 90) The Parole board listen to the arguments made by each prisoner which are penultimately buttressed by the testimonies of the guard before the parole board finally reviews the cases. Again, the sheer breadth of experience of Zimbardo as a proficient experimenter is seen because having the necessary vision and creativity to institute a parole board is something which very few researchers can depict through their work. The parole board meets the plaintive pleas of the prisoners with utter indifference, since it’s all part of an experiment, and readers face a very spine-chilling reality; the prisoners are completely immersed within their new identities. The parole board asks the prisoners if they will be willing to forfeit their fee for being paroled right at that instant and 3 out of 4 men answered in the affirmative. Behind the veneer of the obvious, this statistic is proof of the strong dispositional factors at play because the idea of giving up the pay signals that the prisoners consider the remuneration less important their freedom; however, what’s surprising is that despite no longer having any purpose to continue to be part of the experiment, ‘ each prisoner passively submitted to the system, holding out his hands to be handcuffed…’ before the guards took them away. Similarly, as Zimbardo reflects in his notes, none of the prisoner says, ‘since I do not want your money, I am free to quit this experiment and demand to be released now.’ The malleability of identities is seen through this example. Thursday marks a grim day because the guards resort to sexually degrading punishments. Again, what’s important to note is how the chronology which Zimbardo provides us with helps one to follow the progression of arbitrariness and loss of identity within the prisoners and the guards; the transition from minimalistic punishments such as prisoner counts to extreme forms of punishment such as enacting  sexual scenarios is perhaps the most appropriate yardstick with which the reader can follow the slow degeneration of initial identities and the permeation of evil. Friday marks the last day of the experiment as the signs of distress reach an alarming pedestal. Zimbardo doesn’t just provide a summary of the debriefing of the prisoners and attempts to counter act the deindividuation, he also provides insight into questions such as “why the prisoners failed to request legal advice.” (Zimbardo 178)  Moreover, Zimbardo provides his own reflection In this chapter; the fact that Zimbardo admits that “I was overcome by the aphrodisiac of positive power…” (Zimbardo 179) after having set the prisoners free goes to show that the prison setup had not just affected the guards and the prisoners, but also the researcher itself; this is a further testimony to the fervor of situational forces and their roles in helping people cascade into evil. This aforementioned fervor is further made obvious through the reflections of the prisoners and powerful statements such as those by prisoners 5486 and 8612 stating, “the most apparent thing that I noticed was how most of the people in this study derive their sense of identity and well-being from their imediate surroundings…” and “it was the part, the psychological part that was the worst.” (Zimbardo 186) In the rest of the chapters, the defining feature of this books comes into the spotlight; The psychological caveats and insights into dynamics of the various off-shoots of the experiment. Zimbardo enlightens the readers with the “alchemy of character transformations” (Zimbardo 195) and breaks down how the transformations map onto the theory of “learned helplessness” (Zimbardo 196) by Martin Seligman. Another appeal to ethos put forth by Zimbardo is how he relates this theory and previously mentioned dispositional forces with the famous story of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde; this allows the audience to understand a rather complex psychological concept easily in lieu of Zimbardo’s prowess of diluting complexities while still maintaining their essence. Another defining characteristic of this book is the candid tone which Zimbardo adopts; while discussing the ethics of the experiment in chapter 11, Zimbardo openly admits that the experiment was blurring lines between ethical and non-ethical however he adds another dynamic to this debate on the ethicality of the experiment by first discerning between “absolute ethics” (Zimbardo 233) and “relative ethics.” (Zimbardo 235) Chapter 12 of the book sees Zimbardo investigating social dynamics such as “power, conformity and obedience.” (Zimbardo 258) He further goes onto show how these dynamics run their course by citing infamous examples such as the racial cleansing conducted by Nazis, suicide bombers obliterating civilians and school shooters hunting children indiscriminately. He adds another academic layer of credibility to his explanation by quoting the Milgram Experiment within which the volunteers knowingly administered fatal shocks to random people because they were part of centralized and hierarchical power structure. Finally, Zimbardo ties in this entire discussion on the psychology of evil by exporting his findings from the SPE and laying them onto the tortures at Abu Ghraib. In a very specific manner, Zimbardo breaks down the actions of the infamous abusers such as ‘Chip’ Frederick and Charles Graner. The prowess of Zimbardo is seen in this chapter as he relates the behaviors of these guards to the behaviors of the guards in the simulated SPE in 1970; this allows the reader to truly understand how and why the abusers conducted such heinous acts.

Drawbacks:

The first set of drawbacks of this book are in fact drawbacks of the SPE itself. Zimbardo knowingly let abuses be carried under his supervision while the initial agreement which was signed with the students clearly stipulated that basic amenities such as protection against violence and proper hygiene shall be provided. Second, Dr. Peter Gray of ‘Psychology Today’ makes the very valid point that the America of 1973 was crippled by innumerable instances of police brutality and prison riots. For a psychology professor, at Stanford, who was looking to observe the happenings in a simulated prison, how could Zimbardo be so lax in not putting up robust safety mechanisms for the prisoners. Third, the abuse carried out by the prisoners wasn’t solely of their own devices; rather, more often than naught the prison superintendent, Zimbardo, categorically told the prisoners that “… we can create boredom. We can create a sense of frustration. We can create fear in them…they’ll have no privacy at all… they will have no freedom of action.” (Zimbardo 55) To top it all off, Zimbardo provides conflicting reflection on this abuse he helped to create. While in the preface he mentions how “it was emotionally painful to review all of the videotapes” and how “ time had dimmed my memory of the extent of the suffering of many of the prisoners,” (Zimbardo IX) Zimbardo actually justifies the abuses by presenting the argument of relative and absolute ethics while clearly stating that “was the SPE study unethical…however there are other ways of viewing this research that provide a reasonable no.” (Zimbardo 231)  Moreover, in his article ‘The lie of the Stanford prison experiment’, co-conspirator and ex-convict Carlo Prescott admits that ‘…ideas such as bags being placed over the heads of prisoners, inmates being bound together with chains and buckets being used in place of toilets in their cells were all experiences of mine in  the old Spanish jail.’ Hence, the authenticity of the experiment and the exact role being played by dispositional factors in dulling the sense of identities of the guards and forcing them to resort to ‘creative evil’ Is trivialized.  The Second set of problems with Zimbardo’s work is linked to the logistical drawbacks of the book; the book is an exhaustive read spread over 561 pages and Zimbardo takes more than 250 pages to present the events of the experiment which could have been summarized in much briefer and concise manner. As an extension of the previous point, the reason behind the writing of this book was to expose the claims made by whistleblowers against the Abu Ghraib prison and to understand why they were conducted in the first place; however, since Zimbardo takes so much time to delineate the findings of the SPE, the reader lose interest by the time they get the point of Abu Ghraib prison because of the monotonous way that Zimbardo presents the findings of his experiment. Last, the book has a fundamental weakness which other reviews often don’t cover in-detail. During both halves of the book, Zimbardo reconciles other acts of evil such as the sexual abuses conducted by clerics, the destruction causes by the My Lai butchery in Vietnam, the atrocities in Rwanda, but something very crucial is amiss in these examples; while Zimbardo reconciles them on the basis of his findings in the SPE and based on the commonality that they are all acts of evil, he fails to recognize that these events have more elements diametrically opposed to one another than they have in common. For example, one cannot possible associate the rape of the people of Rwanda with suicides in Jonestown because the necessary element of corruption of centralized power which is present in the case of Rwanda is absent in the latter example. Similarly, the atrocities conducted in Nanking cannot be linked with the harassment conducted by priests as the necessary element of imbuing religious clerics with unfettered authority is lacking in the first example. Hence, it is the specific sociological paradigms which Zimbardo doesn’t factor in while attempting to explaining these acts that make his work less credible.

Conclusion:

            The lucifer Effect is a book which indeed has rocked the cradle of 50 years’ worth of psychological research and has interesting ramifications on both prison systems and ethical standards of experimentation. Though being a slightly difficult read, the book is essential for everyone looking to make sense of evil acts which ubiquitously riddle their immediate surroundings and social landscapes. Though the book may be specifically useful for the personnel that regulate the servers at the time of enrollment, it’s a must-read for anybody with the willingness to put in the time.

 

The history and significance of New Year festival

Contrary to popular belief, New Year’s wasn’t always celebrated on January 1st. Historically, it had been celebrated at many different times. The Egyptians, Phoenicians, and Persians began their new year with the fall equinox, and the Greeks celebrated it on the winter solstice while the Mesopotamians had been celebrating it on March 1st for centuries before that. The custom of celebrating the new year began in 45 B.C when Julius Caesar created the Julian calendar, moving the first day of the year from March 1st to January 1st. The practice fell out of custom in the Middle Ages as it was decreed as “unchristian” due to its supposed ties with paganism. It was then celebrated on 25 December instead. However, it was resurrected when the Gregorian calendar was implemented in 1982 and the date was given significance as ‘the day of circumcision’ following the Jewish tradition of circumcision and naming a child 8 days after its birth. Since then, New Year’s Day has been celebrated around the world and has recently gained considerable popularity in Pakistan too.

Festivities usually include gathering your loved ones and toasting to the upcoming year. A distinct feature of the event is fireworks and general fanfare to welcome the new year. The customs on New Year’s Day vary from country to country. A particularly significant event is of course the ball drop in New York City, which is a long standing tradition and seems to grow in its magnificence every year. In Greece, it is customary to turn off the lights at midnight and eat basil pie. This strange tradition does have a purpose – there is a hidden coin in the pie and whoever finds it is said to have good luck for the rest of the year! And the Greek aren’t the only ones with a strange custom. The Spanish eat 12 grapes at midnight to symbolise 12 months of fertility, and the Canadians and the Scandinavians, despite the extreme cold, plunge themselves in cold water!

These many many customs aren’t the only thing New Year’s has carried with it, it is accompanied by a long standing debate on whether or not the celebration has any use to society at all.

From a Marxist perspective, the festival is utter capitalist ploy. For Marx, mankind has been ruled by ‘historical materialism’, where every phase of civilized society had the fundamental characteristic of class inequality. The poor serfs or labour were made to work long and hard while the landowners and factory owners got the profit. For Marx, history can easily be viewed as an effort of the bourgeoisie to subdue the proletariat and control the means of production. He had predicted that one day the workers would realise this, gain class consciousness, and hence work to overthrow the capitalist structures. Clearly, this hasn’t happened till now. To explain this, neo-Marxists like Althusser devised the Ideological State Apparatus theory. This explains how media, religion and the state all propagate the capitalist ideology so that class consciousness is impossible to achieve. Our consumerist culture is of course a direct result of their efforts. Simply put, we now express ourselves in objects, constructing our identity around what we own and what we can afford. We express love by buying presents and anger by taking away items. We are addicted to buying more and more in order to fulfill the void that capitalism has created. Gradually, we are isolated from our peers because we are so consumed in our self preservation and reach the stage where everything without a price tag is meaningless. We are taught to work hard and continue working until we are able to afford all the luxuries that are flaunted in front of us all day, everyday. From this perspective, New Year’s Day is just another cog in the system. Nowadays, all festivals seem like nothing but capitalist constructs to get us to spend more and more, on food entertainment and gifts, than we did at the last occasion. Taking just one example, the whole month of December is laden with sales and advertisements to get us to spend our savings and end-of-year bonuses on lavish new year parties and dresses. On a psychological level, the significance of New Year’s eve comes from the way it delivers a sense of hope to the masses. The new year seems like an opportunity to bring change to one’s lifestyle, and for some, a chance to start over from scratch – a clean slate! For Marxists, this is merely a clever illusion to give people a false sense of control in their life. Organise your life with new drawers, buy new clothes to revamp your look for the new year, throw away old belongings to declutter your new life and the list goes on. They build a facade of control in our life, and very subtly shift the focus away from the people who are actually in control. We then believe we are the reason for our poverty or lack of success and not the sheer inequality of the capitalist society.

On the other hand, functionalists believe that everything in the status quo has a function. Durkheim founded the theory on ‘value consensus’ of a society. He believes that in order for society to function seamlessly, everyone must agree on the norms and values of the society. Once that has been established, every action of its members is to preserve and pass on those norms. For Parson, a society needs 4 things to function: an ability to adapt to the everyday challenges and changes of time, a collective goal, a mechanism to pass on values and a system to integrate its members. From this perspective, New Year’s eve has a distinct purpose. Festivals can be events to reinforce the collective identity and value consensus of a society. New Year’s showcases the culture and customs of a society, thus integrating its members and also passing them to the new generation. The Spanish custom of eating grapes or the American one of watching the ball drop all serve the same function. It is a moment for people to come together and celebrate their coexistence in harmony. The occasion celebrates life and our connection with one another. We feel connected not only to our society but to the rest of the world as well as we all step back and watch the countdown to a new year. In that moment we are reminded that we are all.

The history of new years is steeped in tradition and custom that is impossible to disregard. Even if it is just another holiday hijacked by the capitalist propaganda, it’s importance cannot be ignored.  It is up to us how we choose to spend the day and what significance we are willing to give it. Perhaps the real legacy of new years is its ability to make us reflect on our actions and give us hope for the coming year.

 

The Winter Skin Survival Guide

If you’re like me, you tend to get super dry skin during the colder months of the year. Not only does dryness make your skin look tired and ashy, but if left untreated, it can lead to your skin becoming flaky, then cracking, or even eczema in more severe cases. But fret not! Even though your skin does require some extra TLC during the winter, it’s actually a very simple process to get rid of the Sahara Desert that has begun to take over your skin. I’ve listed some of the things that help me get smooth skin, below:

  1. Moisturize religiously

I mean that. Moisturize like your life depends upon it. Do it in the morning and at night before bed, and whenever else you feel like your skin needs a little extra. Also be sure to do it right after you shower to really seal in your skin’s natural oils and moisture. If you’ve been using those really pretty perfumed lotions, ditch them. They don’t do much, apart from looking super cute on your vanity. They’ve been shown to contain silicone, which makes your skin feel temporarily soft, but doesn’t actually hydrate it. They also contain some not-so-good-for-the-skin toxins, and perfume in skincare is generally a no-no, unless it’s completely natural. My personal favourite (and something my dermatologist also recommended to me) is Physiogel. It will hydrate skin regardless of how dry it is, and has no scent, so it’s perfect for sensitive skin too. It is a little on the pricier side, but it’s definitely an investment for your skin!

  1. Turn off the hot water

I know this one seems cruel, but hot showers do really dry your skin out! They sap the skin’s natural oils, and can even damage the surface of your skin if the water is too hot. So do yourself a favour, and turn the temperature on the water down. Because it’s impossible to take a cold shower during the winter (please don’t, you could get hypothermia), a slightly warm shower is perfect. Not only is it adequately comfortable, it won’t strip your skin of moisture, either. Also, a hydrating shower cream or bath oil will help further nourish your skin.

  1. Use an exfoliator or scrub

Exfoliating is an important part of most people’s summer skincare routine, but it’s also really important during the winter. Using a scrub or exfoliating wash will slough away the dead skin, encourage blood circulation and cell rejuvenation. This will ultimately allow new skin cells to emerge that haven’t been affected by the harsh winter weather. I recommend using a homemade scrub so that you know exactly what’s it in. The sugar scrub I make at home contains brown sugar and white sugar (equal parts), natural coconut oil and raw honey. To use it, scrub it onto your skin (this is especially good for your hands and feet), massage for a few minutes and then wash it off. It’ll leave your skin feeling like silk, I’m not even joking. After you wash it off and dry your skin, don’t forget to- you guessed it- MOISTURIZE!

  1. Visit the dermatologist

Finally, if your skin becomes dry to the point of itching, burning or forming a rash, definitely go see your dermatologist. It could be eczema, which spreads quite quickly and needs to be treated with prescription medication. Don’t put going to the dermatologist off, as this could make your problems much worse.