Seeing Double: Remembering FCC
by Mian Muhammad Rashid Javed My first contact at FCC was with Mr Naeem Asad-Ullah at new student orientation day. He was my adviser, he spent the whole day with us. He briefly explained to us the education system here, the degree program, credit hours, add drop, WF, WP, midterm and final terms. On the very next day, I had my hostel interview. When I entered the interview room, the person who was taking the interview looked similar my adviser. At first I thought he was my adviser and I was amazed that he did not recognize me. In fact, we had spent the whole day together the day before. After a few days I came to know that he was Mr Nadeem Asad-Ullah, the twin brother of Mr Naeem Asad-Ullah! It’s quite difficult for me to write down in words the feelings that I have for Forman Christian College. I spent four years of my educational life here. These four years were splendid and memorable. The faculty of Forman Christian College was very friendly and cooperative. Their way of teaching and giving lectures was unique, it allowed a student to learn and flourish. In my Economics Department I liked Mr Muhammad Afzal Tabassum, Mr Zahid Iqbal, Dr Hafiz Rizwan Ahmed and Dr Muhammad Aslam Chaudhry. In my early days at FCC, I was low in confidence. I felt I would be lucky if I even managed to pass with average grades. However the structure of education at FCC, combined with hard work, led towards my achieving a BS (Hons) degree in Economics with good grades. These are a very few simple words of thanks to Forman Christian College. 150th Happy Birthday to my Alma Matter...
Golden Moments
by Mujtaba Ali One day we were playing frisbee near the Hockey Ground. This was back in February 2010. Our Rector, Dr Peter Armacost, happened to pass by there. One of our class fellows threw the frisbee and it hit Rector. We were all scared, wondering what would happen now. Most of the students hid behind trees. But he called us near him, took the frisbee, and asked us to teach him how to play. Yes, we did teach him and enjoyed our game with him while talking to him. We took some memorable photographs that day. Such a nice guy and such a nice...
Overcoming Odds
by Muhammad Raza It was a great morning when I woke up and my father told me to go to Lahore and get the admission forms. So I came to Lahore, got the forms, filled them and submitted them the same day because I didn’t want to lose the opportunity to be a part of FCC. After doing Intermediate in 2008, I decided to carry on at same institution for Baccalaureate. I had many opportunities but my soul never wanted to detach from its real body, that is FCC. On my first day of the Baccalaureate, when I entered into the class, my legs started shivering and moving one step ahead seemed to be like climbing Mount Everest. I lacked confidence but my teachers helped me a lot. My freshman year was tough, but with the passage of time, time started flying. Sophomore year was gone, junior year was going to end, and I decided to contest a society election. I don’t have a huge social circle. I was unsure and confused. Ignoring these feelings, I went to the Dean of Student’s office to get the nomination form. Like drops gathering in the sea, soon I had a gigantic group of friends who were supporting me. That built my confidence and I moved on. Ultimately I won the election and made good progress in the Formanite Journalism Society. It made me realize that I have done so much with so...
My Dream To Be a Formanite
By Arslan Ahmed FCC … A dream of mine. I was about thirteen when I heard about the marvelous status of FCC. That very day I had a vision to be the part of FCC for my Intermediate education. But it was not easy for me. I had two challenges in front of me. The first was that I was from a middle-class family and the other was securing high enough marks to get into the merit list of FCC Intermediate Admissions. For this I had to go to a well reputed school where I would get the high marks which could get me to FCC. I strived hard and had to struggle for getting a scholarship, because I belong to a far flung area of Balochistan. I got a scholarship and traveled to Lahore for higher secondary school education. I did not have a strong educational base but I struggled very hard just for the sake of FCC. Finally I succeeded and, Alhamdolillah, got admission in FCC on merit basis in Intermediate. Today I am very proud to be part of...
Hailstorm at FCC
by Azka Ijaz It was a cold evening in February 2011, but still FCC was looking like the most crowded place ever at 5 o’clock. We were standing in the Ahmed Saeed Building and waiting for our token numbers for add/drop. Finally, after hours and hours, my token number was called. I came out of the building after adding a course and suddenly heavy rain started. But that was not all. With this heavy rain there was a hailstorm too. Everyone gathered at the entrance. Students were running towards the building. Ah! And after a few minutes a white layer of ice covered the whole of FCC. FCC was looking like a paradise on...
My Visit to the Camp
It was in the year 1937 that I came for my B.A. in the Forman Christian College. It was a remarkable change for I had shifted from a “pathshala” to a college, a college which is a college in every sense of the word. Since then I have been proud of it. But I have often felt inferior for I have a disqualification which I have always hesitated to disclose. All these years I have tried to hide the fact that I am not an “Old Camper.” I had never gone to the new site though I had read and heard much about it and knew everything about the new scheme of the authorities. Two camps had been held but I had yet to see what a camp was and what the new site looked like. It was one afternoon in the last week of March this year. I was sitting in a corner of the English seminar, turning the pages of The Cambridge History of English Literature, when suddenly a friend walked in with the news that Dr. Velte had been kind enough to postpone our examinations to the second fortnight of May. What a heartening news it was! It was a pleasant surprise. We all closed our books, and how to celebrate the good news became the topic of discussion. Some were in favour of going to see “Zindagi,” others were very emphatic in putting forward the claims of “Ninotchka.” I, being a non-camper, of course, was for paying a visit to the camp. My suggestion was not appreciated so I found myself among a microscopic minority. The musical sound of the library clock announced three and we were on our legs. I got only one companion and we both made our way to the camp. Cycling through Lawrence Gardens, in ten minutes we were on the Jail Road. A few minutes after we had taken the turn along the canal, I at once noticed the College flag flying high, a number of tents, some beautiful white buildings and bungalows and a small pillar enclosing a vast area of land. This sight revived in me the experiences of my childhood when in 1923 I had seen the beautiful city of New Delhi being erected in nearly similar conditions and surroundings. A crossing over the canal brought us to the “Forman Christian College Estate.” We did not know that Mr. Speers had succeeded by then in getting a fine pakka road leading direct to the main building of the College. As were going round the buildings, I saw a yellowish white car in the distance. I thought that...
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