In Karachi we are trudging along dealing with the heat and bijlee issues, and suddenly it hits us. The past.
Sitting at home today, watching news coverage on tv and praying for the CJ to come to his sense and just go back was eerily reminiscent of many days of O and A level times spent waiting for the tension time to be over so you could resume life. Normal life, as whatever we as students, defined it then. Giving exams in peace, sports day not being cancelled, last day of school being celebrated. Karachi has been good since then. Not brilliantly good but somewhat good. There has been some semblance of balance. Or have we just become immune to it all? I can’t even today, give into the cynicism and agree to it. I felt it myself, the sudden sporadic moments of coming together that this city has experienced in the last decade. One hoped with all their heart that it was not all random- that somewhere in there was a seed of civic sense that floated in from somewhere and took ground. And then a day like today comes along- and you wonder- if you imagined it all and really all that time passing meant no lessons learnt, no rules understood and nothing changed. I sincerely hope not.