My Journey with ATP

Posted on November 29, 2010
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Mast Qalandar (MQ)

It was the summer of 2006. I was in the US on a short visit, but my stay, unexpectedly, stretched a bit too long, and I started missing Islamabad, my home for the last 12 years. A friend told me to look up this new blog, All Things Pakistan (ATP), started by Professor Adil Najam, then at Tufts University. It was interesting, he said, and talked about things I might like.

Frankly, then, I didn’t quite know what a blog was, or how it worked. Nor did I know Adil Najam. I knew of him, though, as a TV show host in Pakistan, many years ago. On the show, he came across as a ‘quant’ or nerd. Remember those smart, young college students who wore round, wire-rimmed glasses and could align the Rubik Cube in no time? Perhaps it was the round glasses he wore (unless my memory is playing tricks on me), or the efficient manner in which he conducted his TV program that led me to form that impression. Later, I also found that Adil was a graduate of MIT. “Quants” always impressed me, particularly so when they had been to MIT, the Mecca of  “quants.” (Another member of the then ATP editorial team, Bilal Zuberi, was also an MIT  “quant.”)

My own memories of MIT, as a visitor, are not all pleasant, though. I was robbed at gunpoint in the vicinity of the campus, in front of the Hyatt Regency hotel, for the first time in my life – and hopefully the last. This was back in the late 1980s. But that does not detract in any way from the importance of MIT as a place of learning or, for that matter, from the skills and knowledge of MIT graduates.  By the way, I have had other, much more satisfying, associations with MIT. But I am digressing.

The other member of ATP’s editorial team, Owais Mughal, I gathered from his initial posts, was also a “quant” – an engineer, a numbers person. I formed this impression from his earlier posts, which were mostly about railway Engines, railway stations, bridges and tunnels – and cricket scores. Sometime, as if to get away form engineering and numbers, he wrote about goats (bakras) and cooking.

Anyway, when I looked up the ATP’s website, I liked it. It talked of Pakistan that I could identify with. Some of its earlier posts were about PIA of the days of Momi Gul Durrani, Faiz Ahmed Faiz, Mehdi Hassan, Lollywood, Tangay wala Khair mangda, Maula Jatt, etc. These topics evoked nostalgia, and many ATP readers loved to walk down the memory lane and talk about the world they had left behind. ATP provided a good forum to reminisce about those times and things. It also inspired me to write for ATP.

I wrote my first post, The Caps of Pakistan, in November 2006, almost exactly four years ago. I wrote the first two or thee paragraphs while waiting to see my doctor, at the Hospital of University of Pennsylvania, Philadelphia. Expecting a long wait, I had brought my laptop with me. (I never found the magazines in doctors’ waiting rooms — or barbers’ salons — inspiring reads). And I am glad I had the laptop, because it was a particularly long wait that day. It kick started my “writing career.” I ended up writing two dozens or more posts for in the following months for ATP.

Interestingly, during all this time I never met or spoke to either Adil or Owais. My contact with them was only through emails, except once when I received a missed call on my phone from a number that I didn’t recognize. When I called back, Owais answered and was surprised to hear from me. He confessed he hadn’t called; that it must have been his young son who probably pressed the number while playing with the phone. And that was that.

Writing for a blog, I found, was exciting. What made it particularly stimulating was the immediate response it evoked from readers from virtually around the world. And ATP managed to attract a bunch of  lively and loyal commenters who would show up regularly and bring something new to the table – new information, new data, new insight, a new song, a video, poetry, humor, or new something that added value to the ongoing discussion. In fact what made ATP interesting, and different from other blogs, was the quality of its comments.

Some of the names of the regular commenters from early days of ATP that readily crop up in my memory are:

  • Adnan Ahmad, whose posts and comments prompted me to write on Ghalib and Manto.
  • Ahmed who changed to Ahmed2 – he would quote Ghalib, Faiz, Shelley, Wordsworth or Walter Scott with equal ease and effect. My diary has many verses that I picked up from his comments, and, later, from personal exchange of emails. I found him a goldmine of information and poetry, both Urdu and English. Had he not pursued his career that he did, very successfully, too, and had opted instead for teaching, he would have made an excellent professor of literature – or even become a good poet and writer. Thanks to ATP that I got to know him.
  • Ahsan (ahsan), who later became AHsn.  I always suspected he was a professor of Physics or Mathematics, particularly when, in response to a post, he wrote an elaborate mathematical formula to determine the direction of the Qibla. His formula, I thought, was more complex than the Binomial theorem I battled with, unsuccessfully, in our First Year Algebra. By the time you figured his formula, the time for namaz-e-mghrib would have lapsed.
  • Akif Nizam was always a pithy commenter with an ability to silence the unruly commenters with few, well-chosen words.
  • For the more unruly variety, we had Omar R Quraishi, blunt as a hammer, who hit the nail on the nose.
  • Talking of unruly commenters, there were very few, and they appeared only when there was a reference to religion, direct or remote. (Let’s face it, there is no escape from religion when talking about Pakistan, be it its history, culture, politics, scientific achievements — anything. After all, it’s not for nothing that they named the country Islamic Republic.)
  • Then there were Anwar; Aqil Sajjad; Bhupinder; Daktar; Deeda-i-Beena; Eidee Man; Humaira; Pervaiz Munir Alvi; Roshan, the Seraiki specialist); Samdani; Sridhar; Lal salaam, whose comments were consistent with his name; Tina, a professor of literature in the bush country (?); Watan Aziz; and YLH, who not only ignited fires but also doused them, like a fire hydrant, by drowning the opponents in his arguments.

They all made ATP worth visiting, and added value to each discussion.

I sound as if I am talking of a bygone era, and not just the last four years. In digital age four years seems like ages. Many of the earlier ATP commenters seem to have vanished from the discussion board, or do not visit that frequently.  I wonder why? Is it that the novelty of blogging has worn off, or the political scene in Pakistan has changed, or is it something else? I think it could be all these and  some more reasons:

  • One, blogs have proliferated. Even the online editions of English newspapers have become interactive blogs, providing many many forums where people can express their views.
  • Two, numerous TV talk shows, which are also available online, provide vicarious satisfaction to people who want to vent their feelings about the different political issues in Pakistan.
  • Three, there are so many new communication tools competing for readers’ attention: Facebook, YouTube, texting, tweeting, skyping, and they keep coming.

Facebook has given rise to a whole new generation of mostly young people who love to communicate, but have a short attention span, different reading habits and don’t bother much about the old-fashioned formalities of the language. ATP has developed a considerable following of Facebookers of its own.

The other day, out of curiosity, I looked up the profiles of some of the ATP Facebookers. They were mostly young, 20 something, and their interests and hobbies sounded very different, I guess, from the ATP commenters of yore. Talk of generation gap! Here are a few examples:

A:  a college graduate, introduces himself in these words:

“hOw 2 DeScRiBe mA sElF ??? Em [name] eM FrndLy n JollY persOn.. Attitude 2 da nose!! aLwAyZ ChILLiN….n i Luv My BuDdiEs n i cant c PeOpLe SaD aRoUnD M3…I HATE LIARS — eM real moody…”
“Em siNcerE wiD mA frNdz aNd dEy all eNjOy mA coMpaNy…. ovErall eM a cHill perSoN n u ll nEvA gEt bOred ven ur wid mE…….so daZ ME”

Translated into plain English, it would read:

“How to describe myself? I’m (name), a friendly and jolly person. Always chilling and I love my buddies and I can’t see people sad around me. I hate liars, am real moody. Am sincere with my friends and they all enjoy my company … over all am a chill person and you’ll never get bored when you are with me. So that’s me.”

Among the books he likes are:

“Quran, poetry, romance, novels, world history, The Guns of August and Twilight.”

B:  is a student of Edwardes College Peshawar, who lists his activities as:

“Sleeping, college, using new cell phones and laptops. My status may say I’m single … but it doesn’t mean I’m interested. My head says no. My heart says go. Why is life so complicated?”

Among the books he likes, he lists only the Holy Quran.

C : is based in London, is a college graduate and lists among his activities: “Tease (sic), driving fast and seven more.”

Among his favorite books: “Gladiator, Quran and principles of marketing.” (Not necessarily in that order, I assume.)

D: a young woman, a BBA, lists her activities as:

“Sura Al-Baqarah, Benjamin Sisters and 50 more.”

Among her favorite books, she lists:

“Holy Quran, Hadiths, horror movies and fairy tales.”

ATP’s challenge, it seems, is how to entertain and benefit – and also benefit from – the two streams of its readers, the “old” and the new?

It can be a popular meeting place; say, a tea house – lively, occasionally noisy but not rowdy – where people came, exchanged news, ideas, stories and jokes, as it was in the first two or three years, or it can become a fast food joint where people pick up their takeaways and leave, texting, tweeting, phoning – all at the same time. Or, perhaps, somehow, combine the traditional and the unconventional. I am sure Adil and his team must be thinking about this.

Meanwhile, I would love to resume my journey with ATP, but the question is what to write about: A love tale, a horror story, or something about sacred and divine?

32 responses to “My Journey with ATP”

  1. Humaira says:

    Good to see you back. Hope we will see more soon.

    I came later than you I think but I have stayed. Must say that I have developed a thick skin over this time and I think the comments can often become a distraction. I think in the early year the comments were more conversations and enjoyable, now people seem to be shouting and constantly angry and in need to Prozac. People used to argue before also and passions would be high depending on topic. But now some people are just permanently mean-spirited and keep at it again and again and again, they can be annoying and mean and just plain forever negative. Often I wish the ATP editors would do more moderation. They used to do more quality control and moderation but now do less. Only times I have ever thought of stopping to come here is because of these mean-spirited comments from people who seem to think they know everything and keep shoving it down other people’s throats like spoiled brats. I, for one, would like editors to be more strict in moderation with these annoying and mean-spirited cynics.

  2. Watan Aziz says:


    It is with deep regret, I have to inform you that your posts have mislead us. Your writings about the Heer Ranjha, Taxila, etcetera all predate August 14, 1947.

    The “gitter-mitter” crowd has delivered their latest “git-pit” that anything or anyone constituting before Independence is not Pakistani.

    This explains their love for “I-Slammed-Everyone-Else-Abad”. A post independence city.

    This also explains whey Mai Jori Jamali does not have clean water. Her mother “traveled” 2 miles before Independence and therefore she should too and so should her daughter. It is all good.

    Yes, yes, I have asked Khalid Abbas Dar to talk with the “gitter-mitter” crowd. He has established communication with them. People can see how he talks with this “gitter-mitter” crowd on Youtube or by looking up Khalid Abbas Dar, His Brilliant Best on this site.

    So, please, write often, but only about things Pakistaniat; ahem, post Independence.

  3. SAM says:

    it was a way way long ago when i got to knew about this blog.i was in college i guess..i read about this blog in dawn news in which there was an interview of adil najam were descirbing about the social phenomenas and as well as he mentioned his blog.Gawsh i just realized that it was back in 2006.time flies..:(i love this blog ..i want to write so many thing about this blog but gawsh these accountancy exams hve seriously affected my old memories ..:(

  4. AHsn says:

    Dear M.Q.

    I am very glad that the prodigious son has come back. In Urdu it will be:

    خیر سے بدّھو گھر کو آ ئے

    Welcome back. Actually, you had never been out of our sight. Your absence has given you a
    better understanding of your old friends at ATP. At least that is what the impression I got. Your remark concerning me is not very far from the reality. I am not a Mathematician but a simple Physicist (Theory).. The Mathematics had been my tool of profession. If you wish I can send to you my short CV!

    You have given a fair description of many old timers. But there is one group which has not been given proper treatment. Yes, I remember very well those who “appeared only when there was a reference to religion”.. You treat each one of them as “unruly commenter” which is certainly false. I have a good memory of Ibrahim (or was it Ibraheem but certainly not Abraham!) who was always very respectful towards any other commenter. I remember of Adnan Siddiqi who used to defend the True Islam. I still do not know what the True Islam is! But he was frank and straight person. I had some enjoyable and frank discussion with him. Even to my rude statements he responded in friendly terms.

    There was a time when you were treating him BROTHER Adnan Siddiqi..
    کبھی تم میں اس میں بھی پیار تھا
    کبھی تم بھی وہ بھی تھے آ شنا
    تمھیں یاد ہو کہ نا یاد ہو!!
    AHsn (Ahsan)

  5. ATP is my favorite Blog website.

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