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Is There A Quality Check

The prices of generators and UPS have hit the sky. All sorts of makes and models are being sold in the market. We have to buy one. It has become a necessity these days. As it is KESC is playing a game of hide and seek with the consumer, like we, the consumers don’t pay for our electricity. But then, KESC is not, it seems, capable of handling this problem. Arrive, the dear generators and UPS. These have flooded the market and are one of the hottest commodities nowadays. The problem is that they are not quality certified or checked. There is no laid down formula for this sort of import that is being implemented. Of course there would be something in the quality control department to ascertain the reliability and quality of these goods but it doesn’t seem to be in practice like a lot of other laws that exist but not practised. I am writing you this letter because I have faced a problem of grave nature that is related to the UPS that I purchased. Im sure the same would be applicable to generators. My UPS after a few months of good performance burnt out. This happened, as the electrician told me, due to a shortage that was constantly heating up the whole UPS system till it finally burnt, almost blowing up the battery it was connected to. Had there been a quality check and control authority exercising their authority in the right manner I am sure there would not have been such an incident. The UPS I bought was a substandard manufacture and it could have resulted in serious damage.
Ayesha Sami
Karachi
Credit Recovery or Credit Mafia?

These days there is a new mafia in town. A lot of us have been victimised by this new mafia. They are the credit recovery departments of banks. They treat people like a people dealing in usury. It is both a ridiculous and a seriously insulting affair at the same time, the way they talk, address and threaten people for recovery of credits extended by banks used up on their credit card facilities. The tactics these recovery people use are basic and uncouth. They call a person and without any courteous introductions demand the payments. In many cases that I have seen and heard myself they resort to ill mannered, non cultured, street talk–like words and dialects. Decent people are left speechless in many cases. A lady I knew from the media dealt very rightly with such a matter. She, after listening to all what the man on the other side of the phone had to say, just asked his name and the following day made way to the bank inquiring about the man whom she had talked to. To her surprise even the manager showed up. There was no trace of the man who had threatened her.
M Abid Sultan
Lahore

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To Wordsworth

Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know
That things depart which never may return:
Childhood and youth, friendship and love's first glow,
Have fled like sweet dreams, leaving thee to mourn.
These common woes I feel. One loss is mine
Which thou too feel'st, yet I alone deplore.
Thou wert as a lone star, whose light did shine
On some frail bark in winter's midnight roar:
Thou hast like to a rock-built refuge stood
Above the blind and battling multitude:
In honored poverty thy voice did weave
Songs consecrate to truth and liberty,--
Deserting these, thou leavest me to grieve,
Thus having been, that thou shouldst cease to be.

Ozymandias

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

by
Percy Bysshe Shelley