Karachi, the city of lights, paranoia, craze, love, passion, happenings and none the less the city of riots. People from different ethnicity and class envigorates the city life. Its a place inured to deaths, accidents, voilence, tragedies, debauchary, treachery and differences. The tacit acceptance of mass tells that they have become used to of insecure lifestyle. I can assure that once you've become a part of Karachi, you get into a loop of differences of religious sects, political parties and thats where you get accustomed to endurace and eternal pain.
I worry about the very existence of this city, its classes and diverse living spectrums, yet we fail to form unity in diversity. I feel old in this city, not wise. The dying culture has become a culture itself, infact it never had one, it opts what its people give. One thing that has become an integral part of culture is how to carry facade in this gigantic land, because we cannot show our true identity, our thoughts and what's our agenda or else it would be like awaking the giant and welcoming death.It utterly atrophies the mind, enervates it.Despite of all this, I would no more vex the torn soul of old Kolachi as by my previous disclosure, it has endured pain in the pits.
Inspite of the long sufferings, it would be an utter sign of crass ignorance how not to talk about the beauties of the city.Karachi is paranoid, it never sleeps and so does its people who liven up the city to the brim. Dining, partying, shopping, hang outs, student life, political life, carreers, NGO's, exhibitions, clothing, fashion and protocol are its best part.The city treats everyone equal yet its very biased towards poor. The rich and yes, middle class has access to beauties of the city. When it comes to poor its seems Karachi runs out of luck.The city is beauty and dirty, dangerous and sheltering and it all depends on how one chooses to play.
Paras Saif
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