Dream Education .... by Behroze Pervaiz (novels to read .txt) 📕

self there boy…” gave me bunch of advices but instead of listening I was lost some where else and was thinking my dream came true and simultaneously hopes were hovering. Sharp sensational feelings from my body were articulating through my face that was amble grinning at that time.

 

Suddenly I roared, “Is it true dad, am I am I, u serious, u mean me, I’m going UAF, is that institute, is it.” A series of questions I had made swiftly and he replied in a great triumphant laughter, “Ha-Ha ya beta it is true, get your self prepared”.

Again pensively I muttered my self, “Dad is not jinx, he is right, Hallueya!”

I mumbled heaving from the seat time and again in prod feelings, “yes yes I’m going yes yes I’m.”

 

With a grin smile on face and erupted breakfast appetite I left room and the door slightly opened soared towards kitchen. There my mom also conveying a broad smile dulcet that I had heard it from dad, so she put some fast food sandwich in front of me as I heaved up the revolving seat comforting my self against kitchen table. Without saying anything she turned away to the microwave oven to catch a cappuccino coffee cup.

 

As she would not even say a single word and she made her lip like “So!” and I retched an utter dashingly, “Mom, mom, I got it, I got it, admission, UAF, mom, mom, where you go every morning, and now I will accompany you too, mom as a student, when will I go, mom you have to come see me there¸ I will weave you through class window ha-ha mom, you shall flutter.”

 

Again in the fraction of moment the train of temp questions started, “mom what will I do there, many ethnic people will come there, it will be interesting ma, new friends, and this time best friends ma, you will see, I will make this alma meter the best part of my life, new books, teachers, and the UNIVERSITY ma.”

“Calm down beta do not be so curious”, mom whispered busy in her toil kitchen work.

“No ma, you don’t know ma, it will like…”, then a deep thought stowed a pause- a minute silence and mom broke the glass nodding, “Go beta finish your break fast and enjoy.”

Dad again yelped, “Behroze”.

Excitedly I replied dully, “Yes dad, I’m coming.”

There dad exchanged few mandatory parchments, “Take these and work for your domicile certificate it is necessary.”

“Yes dad sure I will”, I replied briskly moving.

“Today it means today”, he had a flat voice that swerve away my grin but I had still a fluttering popping heart beats.

I went out and become busy in gathering some other parchments, obviously the domicile requirements.

 

The whole day passed just galumphing as I had won something. Supine on the bed in my room was looking on the roof but mentally I was some where else as was before, was thinking, how I could thank to Almighty Allah for this great blessing He showered and then abruptly I jolted up from bed, got ablution, and prayed NAWAFIL.

 

Meantime after prayer mom and my sister came into my room. Mom settled down on the coach, took a sip of milk mug she had it when she came into the room, and my sister leaped on to my bed with a thud.

 

My sister said in teasing hush hush voice,”beta ab University jay ga”.

“Yea yea ha-ha g mama g lolx”.

 

We conversed for a while and then they went out transforming bulging light into dim light bulb saying “Allah Hafiz o Nassir”, and thus as I did reply. After finishing from toilet, brushed my teeth gleaming with Colgate salt, watched my self in the mirror for a moment and then leaped bumping on to spring mattress bed. I raised my hand to the bed side table, opened the drawer, and prod out personal actually very personal diary. Then up siding down my self I rummaged through the stationery for pen started blacking and white actually venting out my all the day feelings in that diary. I was brightening them more with colors.

 

As all the feeling ample stowed on diary I glimpsed on coco clock right beside me on the wall twisting my neck and turned close my dairy in snapshot sound. Clipping off the fountain pen I threw both items in the table drawer precisely. Yawning, lying on the right side as it is Sunnah, had supplicated just before ample closing eyes already squinting and do not know when I had went in deep nap after a long weary day. That day I slept in a list of abortive hopes more scrupulously hallucinations “Castles in the air”. Now that was time my dream book had opened and being written dash and for you to go to third chapter.lolx

The University of Agriculture, Pakistan .... Why Became a Choice?

 

 

In the heart of city, Faisalabad, there is an Asian biggest agriculture facility of research, a land of art and design, vision of our ancestors, factory of business tycoons “The University of Agriculture”. People around the world feel prestigious to be an element of this University. It delivers pride, education, discipline and honor. Its vision is to develop a research culture and capacity that make UAF a national leader with international recognition. To conduct a quality research and produce skilled man power in an academic environment, generate knowledge build capacity and find solution for strategic issues in agriculture and rural development. 

 

The University of Agriculture, Faisalabad came into existence through up-gradation of the former Punjab Agricultural College and Research Institute, Lyallpur, in 1961-62, and was given the mandate to accelerate infusion of science and technology in the process of modernizing national farming system and related activities in order to simplify productivity and bring more propriety to an aspirant nation. This it does by integrating the functions of teaching, research and extension.

 

There is a special act of 1973 to reconstitute and reorganize the West Pakistan Agricultural University Faisalabad and to establish the University of Agriculture at Faisalabad. It was first published after having received the assent of the Governor of the Punjab, in the Gazette of the Punjab (Extraordinary), dated the 24th May, 1973.

 

Institute of Business Management Sciences “UAF” is operational with considerably educated and experienced human resource. The workforce around the university love to relocate their competence in order to make more diverse transformed students. It also engages famous entrepreneurs from various businesses prevailing in Pakistan to keep up the student’s pace with time. They make us known to the current and prospective moves of the global businesses, the realm of geo-political gamers and how to conquer the hands of clock when time approaches to itch.

 

I’m not pouring a beer into a clean visionary glass but it is true Institute of Business Management Sciences is curious in fine art creation of students in Masters in Commerce, Masters in Business Administration, Masters in Business Information Technology and Masters in Philosophy of Marketing cum specializations in Accounting, Finance, Management Information System, Marketing, Management, Human Resource Management glamour’s their souls.

 

A garden of lilies and pansies is surrounded by the structure of class rooms including high-tech laboratory and a library. A sequence of staff rooms ends up to the generous administration, coordinator and director’s office.

 

After a trivial triumphant in Bachelor in Commerce from The Punjab University Lahore, now it is the time to search for an institute which could blossom my graduation. I rummage through a healthy list of universities earlier, though from the beginning I was tempted by UAF. 

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Text: Behroze Pervaiz
Images: Google
Editing: Behroze Pervaiz
Translation: Behroze Pervaiz
Publication Date: 08-24-2016

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Dedication:
To My God .... To My Parents .... To My Friends from University .... To My Teachers and Class Fellows .... To Someone Special ....