Naeem Sharif

GARLIC - NG1

When exporting NG1 Garlic from Pakistan to Europe and the USA, it’s crucial to ensure compliance with import regulations and standards of both regions. Specifications may include grading (size, color, firmness), packaging (such as mesh bags or cartons), freshness, absence of pests or diseases, and adherence to maximum residue limits for pesticides. Additionally, certifications like GlobalGAP or organic certification may enhance market.

Few in the world will have the courage to stand against adversity and only a select few will have the courage to act against it.

Tribute to Aitezaz the 16 year old who sacrificed his life to save 700 children!

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Company Profile

HighGrounds (SMC) Pvt. Ltd. is a dynamic and newly established company in Pakistan, specializing in both exports and imports.
Our commitment to quality and compliance has ensured that we have met all the necessary requirements for international trade.

Business Development:

The quantum of our business is on a trajectory of rapid growth, reflecting our dedication to excellence and customer satisfaction.
We are poised to become a key player in the industry, with a focus on delivering superior products and services.

Brand Acquisition:

HighGrounds is actively engaged in the process of brand acquisition, demonstrating our strategic vision to align with reputable brands.
This initiative underscores our commitment to offering our customers the best-in-class products.

Warehousing Capacity:

Our company boasts ample warehousing capacity, ensuring efficient storage and management of goods. This capacity allows us to meet the demands of our growing business and ensures timely deliveries to our clients.

Transportation:

We facilitate seamless transportation of goods via sea or air through our reliable forwarding agent. This strategic approach enables us to provide timely and secure delivery services, meeting the diverse needs of our clients.

HighGrounds (SMC) Pvt. Ltd. acknowledges that the provided information is just a glimpse of our capabilities.
While we may be a newly established entity, our courage and determination drive us to take the first step to secure Distribution Rights of Different Brands.
We believe that every successful venture
starts with a bold initiative, and we are ready to leap into a mutually beneficial partnership.

*Lovely poem by Ram Jethmalani, who died at 95*
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Sometimes in the dark of the night,
I visit my conscience
To see if it is still breathing,
For its dying a slow death
Every day.

When I pay for a meal in a fancy place.
An amount which is perhaps the monthly income
Of the guard who holds the door open.
And quickly I shrug away that thought,
It dies a little.

When I buy vegetables from the vendor,
And his son "chhotu" smilingly weighs the potatoes,
Chhotu, a small child, who should be studying at school.
I look the other way
It dies a little.

When I am decked up in a designer dress,
A dress that cost a bomb
And I see a woman at the crossing,
In tatters,trying unsuccessfully to save her dignity.
And I immediately roll up my window.
It dies a little.

When I buy expensive gifts for my children,
On return, I see half clad children,
With empty stomach and hungry eyes,
Selling toys at red light
I try to save my conscience by buying some, yet
It dies a little.

When my sick maid sends her daughter to work,
Making her bunk school
I know I should tell her to go back.
But I look at the loaded sink and dirty dishes,
And I tell myself that is just for a couple of days
It dies a little.

When I hear about a r**e
or a murder of a child,
I feel sad, yet a little thankful that it's not my child.
I can not look at myself in the mirror,
It dies a little.

When people fight over caste creed and religion.
I feel hurt and helpless
I tell myself that my country is going to the dogs,
I blame the corrupt politicians,
Absolving myself of all responsibilities
It dies a little.

When my city is choked.
Breathing is dangerous in the smog ridden metropolis,
I take my car to work daily ,
Not taking the metro,not trying car pool.
One car won't make a difference, I think
It dies a little.

So when in the dark of the night,
I visit my conscience
And find it still breathing
I am surprised.
For, with my own hands
Daily, bit by bit, I kill it, I bury it.