Skip to main content

I have a dream ...

I have a dream …. I have hope … I have optimism …. I still breathe … I still move and somehow this city still lives. Karachi is an unusual beast, with numbers churning each day this city copes up with all that with poise and composure. Obviously, with years of experience comes patience, tolerance and carelessness. But Karachi is unusual , we are still humans , but with a different attitude. The populace can mourn the losses of fellow karachiites , yet still goes to work each day whether it be their heroic escapes through firings in liyari , or burning tires in kharadar , the common man has seen and done it all.

The commoner no matter how frustrated , how hopeless , and how poor he may be, still gets the energy to pick himself up when KESC and his children has messed with his head like anything. He still somehow stands tall and gets in to a bus which again is run by a mafia and charges him ridiculous amount and doesn’t stop at his bus stop. He jumps from the moving bus and barely makes it alive. Somehow, that man/women still has that energy in him to run to his work place where his boss will slam him for coming 5 minute late, on a day when the death toll would have reached double figures. 

So now he starts his work , handling 5 –6 files and projects a single day and with big aspirations and hope of a promotion, he does everything possible in a single day that one would do in a week. He makes those calls immediately, rather than waiting, gets his orders and in the middle of the day he is called in by his boss. The boss dumps three more jobs in his belt and asks for a status within 4 hours. The lad works his socks off get them all done and as he reaches the last file, his wife calls and he responds to her request to go for shopping tonight. No is not an option for the lad , and he nods in approval as the phone hangs up without him actually speaking a word. He is almost finished doing his final file and his 4th cup of tea for the day, when his boss brings good news of a new project and tasks him again with major jobs for the next day. Since he has an hour remaining he starts work on the new project and before leaving the office gets done with the last order of the day.
Tired and bruised he again jumps in to a moving bus , barely making it. After paying the inflated bus fares and random talks with the stranger on inflation in theis land of pure. He finally reaches his stop and slowly lingeres to his home on a pitch black road , which obviously has to be blamed on the KESC. As he knocks on the door , his wife all dressed up and ready says , honey lets go and he just nods in approval.

This the daily routine of a common karachiite, one that still works in this lazy country. One that still busts his socks off in the midst of insecurity , inflation and pitch black darkness. Karachi is unusual than other parts of Pakistan, where people are content with their state of affairs , whether it be them earning 20k or 200k but in Karachi we never are. There is a race in Karachi , a race to reach the stars , a race to reach the top, a race to start a new life. With increasing Bhatta Khors, Curroptions , Political Conspiracies, Sindhu Desh demands, the common man never give a darn cause he knows if he leaves his work for a day, he can hamper his dreams… So if only Karachi can dream why can’t others. Why can’t a boy from Balochistan dream to become afridi, why can’t a young pathan dream to become Imran Khan …. 

Pakistan doesn’t need any other imposed heroes like Rehman Malik, Nusrat Bhutto, Benazair Bhutto and the whole ruling elite , when the common man in Pakistan is a hero. Its time cities like Islamabad , Pindi Learn from the city of lights …. And these lights are not the street lights … these lights are lights of hope in the eyes of the common man.


  1. I wonder what is more subtle and easy for the bourgeoisie; to keep on bearing the pressure and frustration of corruption, bribery and lies of the elite or should they topple all of this and free themselves of this burden and start a new free life?


Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

And the lights go numb

Taxation Suggestions

I have few suggestions regarding taxation in pakistan,

1. Decrease tax evasion by :
Access to five Star hotels , Resorts , Major Properties may only be given to people with Verified NT. Baharia Town , DHA etc . FBR should launch Audit of individuals and should provide everyone with NTN Card ( especially for high net worth individuals) - These Cards should give them fast access to visas etc. How to arrest the tax evaders? No one should be allowed to go to Umrah or Hajj till they have a valid NTN . I know this is drastic but we need drastic measures . Everyone needs to apply for NTN when going to Umrah or haj. this will update their record. They need to disclose their bank accounts and properties etc for Umrah or Hajj application.Anyone going abroad on immigration should have a through check / Audit from third parties regarding his properties and impending taxes etc before he is allowed to leave Pakistan.All business class travelers on local routes will need to have a green ch…

My Mother, I died ...

My mother I died , I died today with all my aspirations and belief and hope , I died today with a change in sight, I died today for you mom , I died today for Quaid, I died for those 180 million that didn’t care about me and I died because for me it was not a matter of their safety , their betterment, but only yours mom. Mom , I live in every city , in every district , in every village of yours.
Mom, I am the common man, the common soldier , the common teacher , the common blue collar employee , the common white collared employee , the common kissan, the common business man. There is only one thing common in all of us and that is common. We are all common and common is our love for you. Mom , you may think that your more outspoken sons are your true representatives , you may think those loud mouthed separatist are from your womb , you may think you nursed all the terrorists , you may think you changed the diapers of all those corrupt individuals , and you may think that you called th…