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I wake up in the middle of the night to write.

An ‘Uber’ Disappointment

I remember the first time I heard of Uber was when I had to get to the Maidenhead (England) Station in June this summer. I remember being shocked first and then thrilled by the idea of having a taxi service on your doorstep by simply installing an app on our mobile devices.

When I came back, I also remember gushing over the brilliant taxi service back in England and how the transport system in Pakistan is absolutely pathetic and unsafe for girls. And as if, somehow, our sacred land heard me talk bad about it, it decided to launch Uber in Pakistan in exactly a month after my return on 28th August, 2016. I was ecstatic by the news and instantly tagged my friends living abroad how they weren’t the only ones with such a service anymore. Having experienced it first hand, and that too, with a remarkable outcome, I wanted to ride with Uber as soon as it arrived.

And so I did. But let me tell you, it was not as I expected. I know I shouldn’t have been thinking about the whole ‘England’ experience but this one was a complete disaster. First, my car was late. The driver failed to understand the correct address when I provided all the details clearly and that too, twice. And these drivers are supposed to have GPRS system installed or phones with map services up to date. When the car did arrive and I sat inside, the disappointment from earlier evaporated because it didn’t feel so bad. Until the driver shamelessly kept looking through the rear-view mirror and I began to feel uncomfortable. Mind you, I was dressed modestly but then again, have men in Pakistan ever cared about the clothing? Because all you have to do is be a girl and it’ll do the job.

But with the introduction of Uber, along with Careem (which was introduced before Uber), it has rather become more than just ‘checking out’ your female commuter. The basic procedure to order a taxi for yourself, requires us to give our number away. And for female commuters in Pakistan, that has apparently become the issue to talk about. Many women and girls have complained about receiving inappropriate and unnecessary texts from the drivers. I recently came across a post on Facebook where the girl even posted screen-shots, which clearly showed how angry the driver got once she asked she would expose him, which resulted in the driver threatening her.

Now, for a girl in Pakistan, who is mostly dependent on her brother or father for transportation, such a threat becomes rather unavoidable. Here, we cannot say we have the best public transport system and there are people who do not own their private vehicles and are forced to use public transport, it is alright for men but what about those woman who cannot afford to buy their own car and have to travel using Uber, Careem, a rickshaw or a bus. We cannot ask them to quit their jobs and sit at home and waste their lives just because people like these Uber drivers threaten and scare us. This girl who was threatened probably never went out on her own again and even if she did, she would fear the driver lurking around ready to make his move.

There have also been other complaints about Uber drivers and how ill-mannered and misbehaved they are. There seem to be two behavioural extremes when it comes to carrying female passengers. I read about incidents and heard about them from friends and relatives. They can be pretty aggressive with their tone if you are late by a few minutes and God forbid if you decide to change your route by a few turns. I hate to compare but when I was using Uber in England and had to change my route suddenly, the driver did not complain once and went on in the new direction I gave him. And the best part, he did not even charge me extra which is why I was the one to give him a few extra pounds for his kind behaviour. But here, they think of girls as feeble and timid beings who will succumb to pressure and that shouldn’t be the case.

Instead of taking actions against these drivers, what we should do is educate these people the right ways of behaving with a commuter, especially with a woman. And I am only saying this because many women have come forward with these complaints and not a single male commuter has had to face such issues with the Uber services. Why? Because we live in a society where things comes easy if you’re a male (mostly if not all) but major struggles are reserved for females especially when it comes to using public transport or anything to with the ‘public’ for that matter.

These services may have been copied for better purposes but they lack finesse and morality. If that’s the case, maybe services like Uber should steer clear of Pakistan.

By: Neha Batool

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The Way Books Make Me Feel

It hasn’t been too long since I joined WordPress and I instantly got to reading so many wonderfully constructed articles. I guess it is safe to say that I am a bookoholic and I have happen to accept this new term, which really isn’t new anymore since people are now using it constantly to describe people like us. Anyway, moving back to the point. I read articles about books, print books, being compared – well not exactly compared – but written in contrast with the use of e-books, nooks and kindle.

All of us are aware of how fast the technology is taking over, and I think it already has with all new inventions and creations that whatever we want is just a tiny click away. In this world which oh so influenced by technology, we somehow along the way have forgotten not just the importance of books, but the way they made a reader feel.

The introduction of e-books, nooks and kindle may have made books from every writer in the world easily accessible and of course, less costly but there was a time when people roamed around the bookstores simply because they loved hearing the bell chime with the opening of the door, simply because they loved the smell of the new and old books. There’s just something about picking the page in between your fingers and turning it over than scrolling down on your phone, tablet or iPad. There’s just something about staying in a bookstore for hours, scanning the shelves, thinking about buying every single book that there is. We search and search for books and when we find the one we are looking for, we cannot wait to purchase it and make it ours forever. This isn’t obsession, no. It’s the passion, a passion that is found in every reader, every writer and all those who are in love with literature immensely.

Now it might seem like I against the ‘technical reading’ but that isn’t true. I just feel that the real essence of reading is found when one is holding the book in their hands, focused on the words written on the pages, biting their lip as an intense scene is read and when the heart starts to pump because you don’t know what’s going to happen next as you feel the anticipation and turn the page, hearing that wonderful sound of the page being lightly scraped against the other. I am so not sorry for describing my love for books this way and I said earlier that this isn’t an obsession – well, maybe it is but it’s a healthy kind of obsession, one that gives you utter bliss and joy.

The other day I was having a conversation with my aunt and she told me how easier it was to have books so easily available online. I found it rather strange coming from her since she was a literature student back in her college days. I didn’t interrupt her and wanted to listen to her point of view; we have quite a frank, friendly relationship and I enjoyed talking to her about the latest novel I have read and she loved discussing any new novel she has read. And when she finished talking, I didn’t begin to argue with her right away but instead I just asked this one question, ‘But aren’t you supposed to love books like in print form?’ I was referring to her doing Masters in English Literature because what I’ve seen and experienced, we literature lovers are supposed to be intoxicated by the very presence of a book. And when it’s the first edition of a classic, oh boy. You wouldn’t want to intrude that person’s private bubble of warm fuzzies one typically gets just by holding it. My aunt looked at me, perplexed and then let out a rather exasperated sigh. I waited for her to continue and after a while she replied this, ‘Sweetheart, when you love books and have kids at the same time, technology like this comes in handy.’

Well to say the least, her answer did make some sense and I realised that it wasn’t that easy for her to spend her time in a bookstore, searching for books after books. And a part of me was thankful for such a creation becausbookstore2e I was happy for those people who couldn’t get to read a book but had an alternative. A book lover doesn’t deserve to abandon his or her passion for reading and if there’s another way to enjoy and indulge in their favourite stories then I am no one to complain about it.

All in all, I would like to say that for me, no matter how much the time changes, the pattern, people or lifestyle changes, no matter what new technology gets introduced, I will always, always get that giddy feeling inside only when I am holding a book in my hands, knowing that its mine forever – a new dream, a new beginning.