Daily Archives: October 1, 2015

‘Why People Are Boring’ by Zoha Sarim


People simply do not know how to be entertaining. They will blather on about their issues and problems, paying no attention whatsoever to the person they are talking to see if they are interested. The other party most probably will simply not care, and will detest listening to the person whine and complain about their problems, and eventually detest the person themselves. However, at other times, people do not know what to do or say at all and sit in awkward silence, trying their level best to progress from strained small talk. Sometimes, people do not have the same interests, and make attempts in vain to get the other person to like the same things –for example music, books, TV serials, art etc.- as them. However, in this day and age, people are mostly boring as they do not even attempt to communicate with each other, and instead instantly switch on their TV sets, computers or phones/tablets, cutting themselves off their device and make conversation, everyone else is preoccupied on their respective screens. Our society is plagued with isolating distractions that pull us farther away from each other and deteriorate our abilities to actually interact and socialize; an action that is truly disgusting. As a result, many do not know how to interact, and are thus, terribly boring.

‘Q. Write an article to your school magazine about climbing Nanga Parbat. Narrate the incident in your own words taking ideas from the text provided, ‘ by Mirza Hussain


I was one of the most respected mountain climbers in the world. I came to Pakistan for the first time to conquer Nanga Parbat, also known as Diamir, the King of the Mountains. I had solo climbed many mountains, but none this dangerous. People at base camp said it was suicidal, yet I still looked death in the eyes without any fear. I came from Slovenia to make my death-defying ascent, but I was grounded due to uncertain weather.

Diamir was 8126 metres tall and waited for me. I still waited, anxious for the weather to get better. I stared at Nanga Parbat like a predator stalking its prey. While I waited, another mountain climber, Steve House, the American with his partner arrived at Base Camp; he was as determined as I was, as he had climbed the infamous Rupal Face, a 14,800-foot vertical nightmare of stone, snow, and ice.

I then decided, from seeing my opponent, made a decision to climb the mountain. All went well for a couple of days. There really was a silver lining in every cloud; I had made it to 6,000 metres, but natural hazards such as fog, snowmelt and avalanches left me no choice but to stop. I had made my decision to ascend on 1 August, but I was stranded on 5 August radioin Base Camp for a rescue.

It was scary, yet exciting. I had never thought about the fact of being trapped in a snow-hole to be that claustrophobic. I could not believe the fact that the Hunter became the hunted; Nanga Parbat had been waiting for me to make my ascend; it was the predator not the prey.

Helicopters came and went, and slowly did my motivation; they came as close as 40 metres, but conditions caused them to abandon me. On the fifth day of my snowy jail, my rations started depleting and so did my spirit, the next day to me felt my last day. I made my mind that if death would come for me I would be ready.

The next day, I was awakened by the sound of a helicopter for another rescue, but they could not hover and yet I stayed. But with the skills and courage of the pilot, he managed to hover close. I knew it was my last day, but to stay alive. They saved me even with the hook attached tightly to the mountain and thanks to the pilot I was saved and I lived the rest of my day so as if it were my last.