I first met Aijaz at St. Pauls High, Karachi. We were good friends then on. Of course i was not on his friends-to-count-on-for-mischevious-activities list, but yes, we both shared one common bond. Being on the hate list for Mr. Ben Fernando, our maths teacher, was significant enough.
After three years at school, he moved his way, I moved mine, he ended up in IBA, after passing the test by a single day’s study, despite the fact that his sister took over a month.

Tragedy hit his IBA path and he moved to CBM for his masters.

I was, at times, surprised by this guy. The guy didnt know the meaning of politics. He was as clean as clean can ever be. No agendas, no motives. Just straightforward and forthcoming. He would succumb to other peoples smartness all too easily, but such are all innocent people.

One of the greatest things about this guy was that he’d do you a favour, and truly forget about it. No one would know, unless you told them.

For a guy who stammered out of confusion or nervousness, he made it to being a call centre attendant at ABN AMRO right here in Karachi. His only tool, was his extreme self confidence and sheer determination.

Unnerved by dangers, mindless of fears, Aijaz believed strongly in himself. A man with such conviction and unflinching selflessness, he was just too good for this world. As is with all good people, he left us too soon.

Aijaz, my friend, you will be missed.