My Journey to Pakistan: Fashion, Fashion and more Fashion

In Pakistan March is the month that all fashionistas wait for with huge interest as the top Pakistani designers present their new summer collections and set the trends in design and fabrics.

If you wish to escape from all of this, you can’t. You are trapped. I believe that the outdoor advertising market is enjoying this season as much as all the ladies out there looking for the latest trends. There are 2 predominant types of billboards that I’ve seen all around Karachi: one for political campaigns for parliamentary elections and the other for countless new collections coming up from new as well as from renowned designers.

In all honesty my knowledge about Pakistani fashion is reduced to few names and few trips to designer stores. I still remember a pair of fabulous trousers and a delightful kurtis that I’ve seen back in 2010 in a designer concept store in Zamzama.

This year I have the great opportunity of finding new things about Pakistani fashion as Fashion Pakistan Week is coming up organized by Catwalk Production & Event and handled by Catalyst PR & Marketing.

With a great experience in organizing impressive events, I am sure that Catwalk Production &Event and Catalyst PR & Marketing will bring glamour to a new level this year, as they have up to 30 designers confirmed for the 4 days event.

La crème de la crème (Bunto Kazmi, Sana Safinaz, Faiza Samee, KamiarRokni, Shamaeel Ansari, Maheen Khan and Deepak Perwan to name just few) and upcoming promising designers will take the stage and present their ideas in Fashion Pakistan Week and, hopefully, will prove to the whole world that Pakistan is not only a place of turmoil, but a place with great artistic potential, colorful dreams and fashionable people.

My Journey to Pakistan Part 10: The One Rupee Project

On Sunday, March 24^th, I had the privilege of meeting some great people and find out more about their commitment in making Pakistan a better place through a new project called The One Rupee Project.

It was presented as a project of the community for the community. Anyone can join in and lend a helping hand and through the power of the many, offer education to the people who can’t afford it and reach the goal of making everyone in Pakistan self-sustainable.

What I love most about this project is that anyone who wants to help can actually do it by joining the One Rupee Project. You don’t have to be rich, you only need to care. You can contribute with as little as you can afford (1 rupee is the equivalent of USD 1 cent), but for a country with over 170 million people, 1+1 could make millions. If one quarter of the population contributed with 1 rupee per day, that would make 42 million rupees per day and would pay for one full year of studies for thousands of Pakistanis. It may seem difficult, but it is not impossible. With the support from media and few corporations, this project can shape a new future for a country who needs it so desperately and who is struggling to make a change.

I will keep my eyes on the people behind the One Rupee Project (Abdul Hameed  Kath, Sarfaraz M Khan and Sarosh Waiz) as they have many other ideas worth fighting for and they have the energy and determination to see them come to life. 

Conclusions of the day

• There are people in this country who studied at the most prestigious universities from UK, US and elsewhere and who came back to help their homeland make a turn for a better future 
• People with normal jobs, businesses, families take time to think about the country’s welfare instead of sitting back and enjoying their own success

My Journey to Pakistan Part 9: Cricket, National day and Walls painting

Coming to Pakistan for the third time now I thought I know what to expect and I was very confident that I will be able to make a routine from day one. I couldn’t have been further from the truth. First the airport procedures took forever because the man at immigration couldn’t find Romania in his computer, then I came to know that the wonderful Qatar Airlines did not transfer my luggage in Doha and I will received it 2 days later.

Lucky me, I did get my luggage 2 days later, intact and with apologies. The thought of staying in a foreign country for 1 and a half months without my luggage was not that appealing after all.

The days have been anything but boring so far. I have enjoyed good food, good park walks & runs, nice weather and, most of all, I have enjoyed meeting people.

On 23^rd of March we celebrated the national day of Pakistan and on 22^nd of March Pakistani cricket team won the Asian Cup. In all fairness, I have never watched a cricket match, I don’t know the rules and how it is played, but here it is the national sport. People grow up playing cricket and every here and there you can see kids (and grownups) out on the streets pitching and batting.

Wining this cup brought Pakistanis a lot of joy and a beautiful present on their national day. There were fireworks and people were dancing on the streets celebrating the events.

On 23^rd March I was surprised to see how much Pakistanis love their country. There are people trying to make a difference, trying to bring new hope to the country and putting their best efforts into building a better Pakistan.

My husband and I, we were lucky to be a small part of such an event organized by Let’s Build On and Green Volunteers. The purpose was to paint in white the concrete fences on Zamzama street in order to cover the writings there and give the area a cleaner look.

What I loved most about this was to see young people dedicating their spare time to give something back to the community. One can enjoy in many ways an extended weekend, but there are few who can get out of their comfort zone and get out on the street, get a brush in their hand and start painting. Needless to say that this was completely sponsored by the youths themselves without the implication of any political party.

Maybe painting 1 street in a country of 796,095 square km may not seem much, but it is the ambition and the determination of these young people that will help the country move forward. I am hopeful that soon we will be able to see, hear or participate in Let’s do it Pakistan and many other activities that will create a cleaner, safer, friendlier environment.
On Sunday there will be an open yoga class on the beach encouraging people to exercise and live a healthier life. Although 8 AM on Sunday is extremely early (for my husband) I hope we can make an effort to be there. Giggling about my first yoga class :)

Happy Independence Day Pakistan :)

My Journey to Pakistan Part 8: How women dress in Pakistan

One of my concerns about my visit to Pakistan was related to what was appropriate to wear. I was never a fan of over revealing clothes, but when someone tells me there is something that I can’t wear, I feel like I am deprived of my rights.

Traditionally, Pakistani women wear a three piece suit: shalwar (trousers), kameez (top) and dupatta (scarf). There are also some women who wear burqa to cover their bodies in public places.

In Karachi I’ve seen most women wearing the three piece suit and I was surprised and impressed with their constant care for fashion. Designers set the trend and present their collections in Karachi / Lahore Fashion Week and Pakistani women follow closely to see what is in and what is out. Wearing things from last season’s collection in a formal gathering or restaurants is a faux pas.

As one can expect, I did not have such clothes in my first visit and for my second visit, the clothes that I had from few months back were so yesterday’s news that I couldn’t wear them.

I have seen many young women wearing jeans and it made me feel more comfortable with my choices, not for fashion reasons, but the last thing I would want is to offend people with what I wear. To be honest, wearing jeans in 45+ Celsius degrees was not my dream and I was happy when my sisters in law came to my rescue and lend me some of their clothes to wear. I’d rather be comfortable then die defending the jeans culture.

Just like in the parks when exercising, on the streets and in restaurants I have seen women in jeans and other “western” clothes together with women in more conservative outfits. None seemed uncomfortable with the other's choice. I was even more surprised to see women wearing burqa coming out of designer shops with few bags of clothes or from cosmetic stores after buying makeup.

Now, as I am packing for another visit to Pakistan, I am more relaxed with what clothes to take with me. In Bucharest now we have -2 degrees here and I am overjoyed to throw in my bags few summer dresses that I will be able to wear in Karachi. I am still packing jeans, but I know somewhere in my heart I hope that, if the weather gets too hot, my sisters in law will help me again with few Pakistani summer-friendly, fashionable outfits.

Conclusions of the day:

• Pakistani women have a wide range of options when it comes to what to wear – from conservative clothing, to more “westernized” outfits 
• You can wear jeans in Pakistan, but keep in mind that summers there are extremely hot and humid and it may not be the best option

Disclaimer: All my notes are based on my observations and my social interactions and should not be generalized

My Jouney to Pakistan part 7: Working out in parks

In one of my previous posts I was saying that people don’t walk in Pakistan. Instead they take out their cars and go to where they need. I was very happy to learn that there are parks in Karachi where you can go for a walk or jog and I was even happier when we went there.

We went to Zamzama Park, a very nice park near our place, with few trees, a playground for children, a special court for skaters, benches, running tracks and even a small restaurant.

I was very impressed with how clean the park was. No food wrapper thrown on the grass, no water bottles lying around here and there, the trees and grass nicely trimmed. But I was even more impressed with how many people were there to work out.

I loved watching people on the running tracks because it gave me such a beautiful perspective on local people. I saw people walking or running in sports equipment (joggers, track suits) and people doing the same in shalwar kameez. There was a beautiful mixture of modern and traditional and the best part was that it didn’t seem like anyone was uncomfortable with this.

Apart from people running or walking on the tracks, there were others practicing yoga on their mats, while others were doing what it looked like martial arts.

Although a public place managed by Defence Housing Authority, the park has an entrance fee of 10 rupees per person (less than 0.1 euro) which help maintain the bonsai garden and offer full security.

Conclusions of the day

• Although walking on the streets is not an option, there are many parks serving this purpose. 
• Traditional and modern blend together on the running tracks without anyone looking uncomfortable.

My journey to Pakistan Part 6: People’s continuous surprise to the word “Pakistan”

If I had a penny for every time a person was surprised when hearing the word “Pakistan”, I would be rich. Richie Rich rich :) , Donald Trump rich :)

Two weeks back I met some of my former high school colleagues that I haven’t seen in more or less 10 years. Some of them were a little familiar with the changes in my personal life, but some were not and were curious to know who was the lucky man that put the ring on my finger :).

All I said was that I am married to a great man, I am very happy and he is from Pakistan. I swear that it didn’t matter that I said “great man” and “happy”. These words just vanished when Pakistan came into the sentence. For me it was a little funny as I am already used to the shocked expression on people faces. To my disappointment, the only conclusion for them was that my husband must be rich. Why else would I marry someone from Pakistan? I guess it is obvious why I didn’t keep in touch with these people for the past 10 years: they have no clue who I am and what is important to me.

Few days back I had the occasion of seeing yet another surprised face when I said I will soon go to Pakistan for few weeks. But this time there was a sign of genuine curiosity and cultural interest which I really appreciated.

I hope that people who think Pakistan is a place at the end of the world, a no man’s land, only a war zone, will get to read this. I don’t know if I should be hopeful or not, but if there is at least one person who, after reading my blog, understands that Pakistan is just another country with its goods and bads, with warm people, sunny skies, hope for the future, corruption, fights and love, then I will be happy and thankful to have taken the time to write all this.

My journey to Pakistan Part 5: Doctor and medical lab experience

When I started writing my previous post, I had in mind talking about my visit to the doctor and to a medical lab, but half way through the post I realized I got into a different story. There are so many things I want to talk about and the journey to Pakistan has been so rich in new experiences that it is very easy to get carried away with a different topic.

In my second visit to Pakistan I got sick. Really sick. It might have been the fact that I was coming from -15 degrees Celsius to +25 and I did not listen to anyone when they told me to wear something warmer in night or not to walk bear footed in the house. I woke up one morning feeling feverish and not long into the day others symptoms started to pop up. I thought it might be a common cold, then I re-self-diagnosed to a urinary infection and later in the day I started to think it may even be malaria.

I exaggerated a great deal, but my fever must have been well over 39 degrees C when I told my husband to help me, give me anything, do anything just to make me feel better. Poor him. He rushed to the pharmacy and came back with some drugs that helped lower the fever and I could get some sleep.

I have to say that in Romania if it is past 9PM and you need to go to a drug store, you must search half town to find one open. In Karachi, pharmacy, like anything else, is open till late in the night so I was lucky to get medicine even past midnight.

Feeling better the second day, I decided that a visit to the doctor can’t do much good for me. However fever spiked in the evening again and I was seriously reconsidering my options. We decided to go see my husband’s family doctor. Although it was around 7 to 8 PM the small clinic near our place was open. We waited in a small waiting room until our turn came.

The doctor’s office reminded me of the visits to the doctor from my childhood. The medical equipment was a little outdated, but clean. The doctor was a man in his 50s, very polite and speaking fluently in English. I told him the symptoms and a little about my medical history. When we got to the part where he needed to get my temperature, he took out a small paper strip and asked me to put it on my forehead. It was the first time I was seeing such a strip. Back home we use thermometers. However, there was no difference (I hope) in the accuracy. My fever was around 38.8 Celsius. The doctor wrote a recipe for some drugs and also asked me to go to a lab for some additional tests. He cracked few jokes with me and my husband, shook hands and wished us good health. The cost for the visit was around 300 rupees (less than 3 euro).

The good news was that I didn’t have malaria, which was such a relive.

We went to the medical lab for the additional tests. The lab is part of Aga Khan University, small but clean, with very professional people. We were done in no time and were happy to be informed that we will have the results very quick…over the internet. Yes, I was in Karachi, Pakistan and the medical lab had the option of giving results over the internet, just like any other medical lab in a 21^st century civilized country. The price for all that was somewhere around 1000-1500 rupees (10-15 euro), but I may be wrong about this as I was more concerned about the fever.

To my surprise, when we went to the pharmacy to buy the medicine prescribed by the doctor, we were also able to return the drugs we bought 2 days back but didn’t really need. Now that’s something cool. 

I was back on my feet very quick, cheerful and relieved that my first medical experience in Pakistan was far better than I ever imagined.

Conclusions of the day:

• As a city that seems to never sleep, Karachi offers the possibility of late night medical checkups: doctors, medical labs, pharmacies are opened till late in night.
• Medical labs are just as professional as in any other parts of the world
• Rather than self-medicate, it is better to get over the fear of doctors and go see a professional. Even if you are in a developing country like Pakistan, a professional doctor knows more about diseases that you might know.