Carachi

I remember to have been formally introduced to the city of Karachi in a Sindhi textbook lesson ‘Karachi’ in 2^nd or 3^rd grade. Few things that inscribed on my mind forever about Karachi were; Karachi is the biggest city of Pakistan, its old name was Kolachi, the founder of Pakistan Quaid-e-Azam Mohammad Ali Jinnah was born here and his mazaar is also here, and that Karachi is also called the ‘City of Lights’.

 

City of Lights...

 

Then again we were introduced with Karachi in the old story of ‘Moriro-The Fisherman’, a brave fisherman who went into the sea to bring back his brothers who had reportedly been eaten up by a big fish, perhaps whale. That Karachi used to be a small village by the great mighty sea, and the only people living there were fishermen. Now it’s the only port in Pakistan.

Before coming here to live and do job, I used to visit my cousins in Karachi as often as twice a year. I always loved the city whenever I came here. On June 26, 2009 I came to Karachi to appear for group discussion followed by panel interview for job in State Bank of Pakistan. “I ain’t gonna do job here,” I told my friend Zahid Morio while returning home in the evening. Zahid was already doing job in SBP. The thing that made me utter these words was the traffic on I.I Chundrigarh Road, in fact for the first time I witnessed such fast & furious life of Karachi. I have spent almost 26 years of my life in countryside, and despite all the glitz ‘n’ glamour of the big city like Karachi, I still prefer to live in close-to-nature piece of land on earth. I loved spending short period of time in Islamabad while on training. That’s sort of city I prefer to live in.

 

Karachi

 

For better and not for worse I came to Karachi in March this year to start my new job, and live here as its citizen, perhaps. Since that day I have loved and disloved the city, but that’s just the beginning and the story goes on. . .