We humans do not come and go from this world with a Visa. We should take heed from the Universal Principle of Nature. The world is a big blessing of God the Almighty for the human beings. Whether it came in being through Adam and Eve (my personal faith) or through Darwin's hypothesis, it is our home and dwelling today. It should be treated like an open family land where everyone poor, rich, scientists, businessmen, kings, and presidents have a sacred duty to contribute towards its wellbeing, prosperity, and peace. The Author has a strong feeling that the world should be like an open book where everyone has a right to read and add to its beauty to make it a heaven on earth. The "World Without Visa" is his passion and he prays for its success. This is Author's third book, the first and second being, "Terrorism or Awakening" and "Of Truth and Terrorism" which can be viewed on his website www.oftruthandterrorism.com

WORLD WITH NO VISA

By Rab Nawaz Choudhry

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Copyright © 2012 Gp. Capt. (R) Rab Nawaz Choudhry
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4772-2035-1

Contents

1. Preface................................................12. Foreword...............................................53. Early Life.............................................84. Visa Endorsement.......................................185. Nature's Compliments...................................266. State of Mindset.......................................427. Natural Identity of People.............................498. Stop War Cosmetics.....................................569. Travel Aspirations.....................................6410. 1960s – 1970s Era...............................7711. People Always Pass....................................8512. Education Process and Advancement.....................9613. Tourism is Blessing...................................10614. Exotic Experiences Abroad.............................11615. The Hope and Atom.....................................13716. About The Author......................................143

Chapter One

Early Life

I am a commoner with ordinary education, born in village Tarlai Kalan on 1st August 1932. This is what my mother told me, with a long story of my admission in the school as I was very young and naughty and she wanted to confine me in the school. My father died when I was one year old with some kind of sudden death; something we now call a heart failure. His colleagues and old relatives called him a handsome man with very kind habits. They said, he fell victim of an evil eye which couldn't let him recover in spite of all the local herbal and anti-satanic cure. As the local traditions, all the elders arranged my mother's marriage to my uncle who brought me up, got me educated to his capacity. He was a very kind and progressive man, totally illiterate but madly fond of education. He tried his best to force me excel and become a known educationalist. After two years in college I revolted against continuing the education and wanted to join civil police merely to fight against the excesses by the strong towards the poor and the government functionaries protecting the strong with the law manipulations. The British rule in India was on its way back to England but their justice system had left some roots to protect the innocent against the oppressors. However, the decline was visibly surfacing because of the local traditions overtaking the just functions of the British Administration, generally admired by the civil society. Those seemingly accepted decline of the colonial systems were beginning to show the real result and create imbalance in the overall society. Since it all came under the civil police transitional performance, it attracted me to become part of the organization and save it from further decaying. My age and education was not compatible to join the police and by then the service was running into a bad reputation, I was forced by my uncle to do something better than that. In those very days I happened to come across a good Air Force Officer who persuaded me to join the Air Force for a pilot training as an Air Scout in 1952.

There was no school in my village beyond 4th grade; I along with some of the colleagues had to be admitted in a school which was three miles away from my village. Three miles going and the same distance coming back was an excellent exercise lasting four years. I passed my vernacular final in early 1947 and joined High School in Rawalpindi, a district city about 8 miles from my home. Initial four years from 1944 to 1947 were the most interesting period of my life where my colleagues were Hindus and Sikhs partners in my journey to middle school Kuri Shehar which now is part of new capital of Pakistan, Islamabad. The headmaster was a Hindu, Ram Wadaya Mal, so dedicated to his job that I have not seen such an honest devoted school teacher in my life. So was a Muslim Qazi Muhammad Aslam a Math teacher equally dedicated to his profession. This was a team which I thought could be a pride of any nation in the world. 1947 was the last year we saw each other and thereafter the destiny took them away from us and Pakistan, and I have till today not been able to trace their whereabouts in India. Only memories of those innocent years are left to sometimes feel sad and sometimes happy to recollect those delightful days we shared along with some complaints to our parents for our many mischief. I am sure they must be having the same brain seeking and telling their children all kind of stories of hide and seeks during 4 years of our journey together.

The same kind of people with the same traditions and culture were driven so far and under so stringent conditions that seeing each other has come to be one of the impossibilities of today. Partition might have been a natural course of history or destiny but losing living beings like these ones was catastrophic. So near and so far as to out of sight and out of mind would be such an unimaginable cruel phenomena.

Visa humiliating conditions between India and Pakistan and so many restrictions laid to travel have made us lose each other forever. We closed all avenues to embrace one another and bring back some, if not all, to old places and playing fields is one of gone stories for all times to come. All our dreams would remain floating in space and ultimately come to light when God Almighty would bring us all back together at the end of the world as promised. I wonder why we don't take a hint from that injunction of God to uncover this mystery in anticipation and get together as obedience to the Will of God. Like other explorations of nature's gifts and wonders are discovered and developed for the world in this point in time.

My Air Force life started in 1952 after I had passed my intermediate education at Gordon College Rawalpindi, some of the students joined as Air Scouts in a new flying training units established on emergency basis at prominent Air Bases as University Air Squadrons to makeup the shortage of the pilots in the Air Force. After 2-1/2 years at the Air Force Academy I was commissioned as a Pilot Officer (2nd Lieutenant) in the Air Force. Unfortunately I could not survive at the fighter conversion in the first batch of T-33 Jets introduced in the Air Force. Some of us were quick casualties in flying and were immediately flown to the United States to get training as Air Defense Weapons Controllers and return to Pakistan to establish an Air Defense System in Pakistan Air Force; an uphill task but very interesting. A course in the US gave me an outstanding outlook early in life outside the country. This was my first interaction with foreigners, American hosts, and other trainees from Denmark, Turkey, Iran, Philippines, Dominican Republic, and a few others, which indeed made me think about oneness among so many nationalities living together without any inhibitions of customs, culture, and other habits common and likeable to each other.

A vivid idea of oneness often passed over me even after the two wars with India. In spite of all the differences I would prefer to be in touch with each other at will without any restrictions from either of the countries. I developed an inside instinct of a "World with no Visa" and decided to one day write a book. However, unfortunately the world started becoming difficult day after day and visa restrictions more and more stringent to visit different countries. It was indeed unnecessary to keep people away and making them more strangers for one another. These aberrational behaviors took us far away from each other...