For some of us it begins in the embryonic stage, with an out of turn sonography at Uncle's private clinic.

Then the immunisation assistant feeds you vaccine drops at home and gets the bio-metric guy along. Once again you don't get to see the que outside medical subcenter.

Next is the phone call that helps you get admission in the best private school of the town. You are right, these guys have quotas. Even if you don't avail it, someone else will. Backdoor is open, why not manage an entry. You manage it well.

You manage extra holidays, escape penalties, get more marks in the practical examination. Principal seizes your smart-phone during morning assembly and you get it back in the evening. Uncle knows the Principal.

You fail in the entrance exam but Uncle manages an engineering seat on NRI quota in the City College. While sitting with the toppers of your batch, you remind yourself, what a great man the Uncle is. He has always managed it for you, since you first came into this world.

You get the job on a DO letter. You get to stay in the company due to Uncle's friendship with the boss. You get married to Uncle's friends daughter. She was way ahead of you in studies and had a better job. But the Uncle has been always managing it for you since you first came into this word. He manages the out of turn promotion too.

During winters, you get the LPG cylinder on priority. You don't remain in the que at the airport. There are invisible hands that carry and deposit your electricity bills.

One morning your wife tells you the goodnews and you call up the Uncle first. "Help me with a quick appointment with the sonologist, Uncle, I can't wait in the que there".

One more Sifarshi is born. Life goes on. Regular children grow and battle it out in life. They don't have an Uncle to fall back upon. But they have Allah to see them through. They excel.

If you believe that this world can't work without sifarish/pairvi you need a reality check. It is a just and beautiful world. Hardwork and merit still is what sees ninety nine percent people through. Don't be inspired by the last one percent. Stay in the que, wait for your turn. Struggle. Be your own Uncle. Find your way.

- copied from Dr.Faesal's note.