Tuesday, April 11, 2017

Data Science & Precision Medicine

Abbu (my father) has been sick for a few months. Recently, his kidneys have not been performing well. It's distressful.

I increasingly felt that the prognosis and treatment had been instantaneous, i.e., doctors weren't really able to gauge the historic data/reports and comment accordingly. Also, usually it's a one-size-fits-all approach, which doesn't seem too rational to my mind.

Recently, I found a good nephrologist and digged all the old reports of Abbu and made them as relevant charts and comparative charts to show the correlation between different biochemistry and microbiology values and scenarios. To my surprise, the nephrologist actually utilised the visual analytics and predicted his kidney functions and pointed out some anomaly using the charts and kept referring back to them, eventually giving a treatment which I believe is being helpful.

What always hit me has been the fact that medicines can never be a one-size-fits-all, and each individual requires a precise medicine prescription based on a variety of parameters.

Lo and behold, I found out that there's a branch of data science called Precision Medicine, which utilises data and visual analytics from EHR/EMR (Electronic Health/Medical Records) and algorithms are used to suggest a precise medicine dosage which will be least invasive and most beneficial, saving lives and costs.

Here's to inspiration in the times of distress!

Sunday, February 14, 2016

To everything, learn, learn, learn...

Today, I learnt how to put a smile on someone's face while being hundreds of miles away.

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Dear God

Dear God, I'm puzzled. I know about you, I believe on your wisdom, but there is still something. I don't exactly know, but it is sort of a crazy curiosity. Do I need to fall in love with you? I mean, will that help me?

And, you are the all wise, so, maybe I need to dive into wisdom as well.

Help me please.

Monday, March 4, 2013


Dear 5th March - Welcome aboard

Kaafi dino se apnay aap se baat nahi ki, tum aey ho tou chalo yeh karletay hain.

Ammi Abbu ki tabiyat theek nahi, laikin inn halaat mayn kaisay wapis jaeyn, woh dono ijazat hee nahi detay... December mayn aik cousin ko goli lagi aur doosra ighwa hua, aaj din mayn Abbas Town walon ki namaz e janaza mayn aik aur ko goli lagi, abhi tou Pakistan wapis anay ka naam bhi luun tou Ammi Abbu maar dalengay, waisay bhi zinda rehnay ke chances kam hotay ja rahay hain hamaray ab...

Hamid ki shadi ho gaee and I could not attend it, aksar shadiyon pe ab yahi ho raha hai ke I miss them badly, Faizan ke abbu ki tabiyat kharab hai aur dil chahta hai ke aksar miluun us se ja ke laikin mayn karachi mayn huun hee kab. Ajeeb disjointed si life ho rahi hai.

Apna rona kya roen, abhi tou unka soch ke sar ghoom jata hai jin ke ghar barbaad ho gaey hain. Yeh middle class loag poori zindagi laga ke aik do akmray ka ghar banatay hain, sab toot phoot gaya. Zohaib ka koi jaannay wala hai, pareeshan hai ke ab kahan rahengay, khandaan bhi ghareeb hai tou kisi ke ghar lambay arsay tak rukna asaan nahi. Pata nahi kya hoga is family ka, aur aisi tamaam families ka. Ammi Abbu shadi ka keh rahay hain, jab bhi ho, mujhay nahi lagta I can hold a happy-go-lucky shadi, itnay loag mar rahay hain aur barbaad ho rahay hain, mental stress se guzar rahay hain, aur mayn koi dhol dhabakay wali shadi karuun? How? Only if I become numb, or senseless, jo kaafi loag ho hee jatay hain hamaray yahan majbooran.

it is my birthday today. i usually receive phone calls or messages. i feel good that people care about me. but, it just doesn't feel good right now, in fact i feel hurt if someone says happy birthday to me right now. aisa ke jaisay koi taaziyat kar raha ho. shayad taaziyat zyada behtar hogi happy birthday kehnay se.

Pata nahi. Bas make sure no one dies, jaan se bhi, aur dil se bhi. Aur bas Karachi, aur baaqi saray shehr, poora mulk, khair se rahay. Karachi ka naam letay uay hee aisa lagta hai kisi bewa ka naam le rahay hon, ya kisi aisa maa ka jis ke bachay maar diye gaey hon. I miss Karachi, laikin jab halaat kharab hotay hain tou I miss it more. Dill chahta hai is ko bhairion se bacha luun, aik ajeeb sa ghussa dimagh ko control karleta hai Karachi ka soch ke.

Khair... Mujhay gift waghaira bhi nahi pasand, laikin can you promise to be a hope for a better day and better upcoming days? Ok sorry, I know it is more than enough to ask for as a gift...

Khuda hafiz.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

A wedding scene, from Nadia's diary

From Nadia's diary.

Owais and Ahmed both had picked strong career paths, and Uncle Jamil's family had became financially very strong over the course of less than a decade, owing to the good careers of both his sons. They were nice, humble people. Owais married a bit earlier as he and Sana did not want to wait after graduation, and it was time for Marium, Ahmed and Binni to get married, and it was expected that the family will rather easily find good matches for them - both were very pretty girls, and their father, Uncle Jamil, had a lot of contacts due to his government service.

And so it happened, it was Marium first, and Phuppu Baji, as the kids called Uncle Jamil's sister, played her part in finding a good handsome guy from a well established family which was rather famous in Karachi as their forefathers were good scholars of the Sub Continent, and upon migration they gathered a stronger following, though the kids were not into the religion business much.

All proceedings happened smoothly, and the preparations were also nearly ready, with only the wedding event left to be planned properly. There was one problem which was slightly bothering Uncle Jamil's family, that most of their relatives are not of their own financial status. They were planning for a beautiful wedding at the Naval Housing Society's Lawn near Beach Luxury at the sea, which is a wonderful sight, but there were a few things they could not settle with. First to start with, it is hard to access and commute to - one cannot arrive at the venue without a car, most of their relatives did not have a car. Then, Binni's insistence was for everyone to be 'color-coordinated' in their clothing at both the Baraat and Valima events, forget about the rest, even Phuppu Baji and Akbar Bhai, both siblings of Uncle Jamil, they were financially not strong enough to afford such preparations for all of their children, both had big families, and Akbar Bhai already had a series of medical situations that had thinned the already fading savings - his only source of income in the form of Savings Scheme Certificates.

Owais planned to assist both the families for their clothing, as a gift. But it still would not be a very color-coordinated event with so many close relatives. Also, the problem of commuting for the extended family was something everyone was constantly thinking of.

To everyone's ease, the venue planner informed that the space left for guests would be too limited after setting up the chandeliers Marium especially instructed for, it was a huge and breathtaking wedding stage that they had designed. So, now that they could not do anything about it and the time was short, they thought not to bother the family members by inviting them from so far away, and shortened the list of guests, so much so that it looked like a very small get-together instead of a traditional grand South Asian wedding. Binni's dream came true; everyone from the girl's side was color-coordinated, and the event was a calm, peaceful one.

The trend followed in the weddings of Ahmed and Binni, which happened in quick successions within a span of eighteen months.

Sadia Khala did not break her tradition, though she was not invited because she lived in Surjani town; sparing her the travel trouble, but she always managed to take a rickshaw after each of these three weddings to Uncle Jamil's house in Clifton, to give Salaami to the newly wed couple, which always came out to be 101 Rupees. No body from the in laws of the three newly married children of Uncle Jamil knew who she was. I do not remember much, but I do recall that in Binni's childhood, twice she brought her new school uniforms as her uniforms were old and small, and she used to appreciate Owais and Akbar in their studies with gifts whenever they achieved some distinction. Uncle Jamil's financial condition was not good back in those days.

26th February 2013

p.s. Hamza reads my diary sometimes, I find it to be a very romantic gesture of a husband. Reading this note, he left a comment on a piece of paper:
"I tried comparing through my imaginations the beauty of Binni's color coordination and Marium's chandeliers with the beauty of Sadia Khala's unconditional love for the family, you should try that too." 

Monday, February 25, 2013


There have been quite a few coincidences lately, some I don't remember.

Last week I had a couple of interesting ones which I thought to blog:

So, I was in London where a very good host took me to his place and asked me to stay the night, I wasn't very comfortable but I did not feel very good to refuse. His brother in law, a guy nearly my age, also lives together with them, and after an initial conversation with him, it turned out that his parent are my parents' neighbor in Karachi - a pleasant coincidence. Just today, one of my father's friends (who frequents our place regularly) asked him if I was in London, and upon learning that, he told him that I stayed with his newly related son-in-law (the guy my age I met at my acquaintance's place). We all felt amused by this surprise.

Last week, a friend came to my current city and we decided to have dinner together. He had a consultant-colleague with him too, an American-German, and a PhD in Physics, so we decided to have local barbecue together. Just when he entered the restaurant, I told my other friend that I have seen this person somewhere. Then we met them and started having an interesting chat, and later on, he told me that he was on Istanbul airport right when I was, and we were on the same flight from Istanbul to Dammam. Woah!

I enjoy this, the world is too small, and so interrelated!

Thursday, January 17, 2013


Ruby Sparks.

I cannot put to words the experience of watching it.
I don't watch movies too often, and even if I do, it is just once, this movie, or rather 'experience', has been different.