You must always be on the edge, ready for disaster, to be able to stop your life and all what goes on in it at a moments notice, you must be prepared to pause and become a statue at the call!
Karachi can ordered to be silent, mute, fixated, as and when those who control its reins desire. One can be in the middle of any thing, say an exam, a wedding, a trip to the hospital, dying a natural death, negotiating a business deal, planning a dinner whatever, it must to a halt for 24 hours and then start to roll again as if those hours in between never existed, as though some giant pressed a 'still' button on a gargantuan DVD player and everything froze for the allotted time (while the giant went to the bathroom perhaps?)
It's not only our actions that become solid, its our thoughts as well, the whole city goes in desert silence and becomes barren as a moon-scape, the streets take on the image of the dry canals on mars, once supposedly rivers full of life, there is a hollow sound vibrating and pulsating through the day reminding one of the "soor" being sounded at the day of Judgment. There is a pregnant whiff in the air, the ears cocked towards tumultuous news filtering through the scattered sources.
It is a city festering in its own wounds, eating itself up from the inside out, they say if your very hungry you begin to eat your own heart. I think that's whats happening to my city, my domain, my world. It's slowly dissolving like a dead fetus preserved in rancid alcohol in a glass jar for all to see and wonder.
Why is it that we can't do anything to stop this cannibalism, this taboo feast, this murderous vendetta. Who is killing whom? and that too every second and every minute of the hour and why? What are the gains and what are the agendas of so sordid an ambition, and where do we stand, or lie dead in all this fetid drama?
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