From L: Abida Parveen and Shehzad Roy.
I then requested Abida Parveen to sing a song with me to raise some initial funds for the school. The basic theme of the song was “No differences can be the only way to make a difference.”
In the process of working on FJGS I learnt that there could be two approaches to turn around a government school.
The first was to introduce just cosmetic quick-fixes, like providing some books and training some teachers, luring them with samosas and chai on the menu.
The second was a clean-up operation with zero tolerance for everything that didn’t fit into what a good school should be.
I soon realised that turning around one government school was like turning around all of Pakistan on a small scale; it involved dealing with the land mafia who often use religion and patriotism to encroach on land, and to deal with corrupt, irregular and even ghost staff.
We adopted the second approach with a three-pronged strategy involving infrastructure refurbishment and administrative steps in the first part, academic changes in the second and policy changes in the third.
The objective was not only to reform one government school but to start a dialogue and convert this school into a catalyst which could impact the education system in Pakistan.
This battle also changed my music trajectory: from ‘Saali tu maani nahin’ to ‘Laga reh’:
“Mujhay fikar ye nahi ke ye mulk kaisay chalay ga/ Mujhay fikar hai ke kahien aisay hi na chalta rahay [I’m not worried how this country will be run/ I’m worried that it might keep running like it is].”
I remember the day I went to the principal of SMB Fatima Jinnah Government School with the notification of the management transfer in my hand. Her name was Khalida.
All excited, I gave a breathless presentation, informing her of our plans to change policies by turning around a few government schools. She watched me expressionless.
I wondered if she was impressed, scared or happy. Then suddenly she asked if I could help her "get rid of the dogs."
I was thoroughly confused. I thought she was talking in metaphors, referring to some bad people who may be bothering her. But she then explained what she meant.
Like all government schools, Khalida said, this school too had huge playgrounds which were rented for weddings and other events by the land mafia and thugs of the area who pocketed the money earned.
The school did not have any janitorial staff and, therefore, the leftover food from the dinners attracted stray dogs that kept loitering in the school grounds. There were about 40 of them, she told me, and occasionally they had bitten the kids.
Once I recovered from the shock of this revelation, I told her that getting rid of dogs would not resolve the issue; we had to stop the parties held in the playgrounds.
Khalida, however, was very pessimistic and informed me that even the minister could not stop this as there was a lot of money involved.
Suddenly, it was clear to me why civil society always flocked towards ‘innovative solutions’ to bypass the issues at hand, why it insists on creating parallel organisations, and why my board was reluctant to get involved in fixing a government school.
However, I had no option but to fight and soldier on.
I approached the then mayor of Karachi, Mustafa Kamal, who helped me by chucking the gangs out of the school premises and the weddings in the school playground came to a halt.
Yes, I did receive a few death threats along the way, but they were not real I assume because I am still alive.
Following this, a policy was framed to ensure that no government property could be used for private functions.
And from here on, there was no looking back.