I had been writing here and there for a while . Different Newspapers , Magazines , etc ...I was going through my documents today when i found this article i wrote for the 'Asian Tales' .. Its about beggars of karachi and how they manage about their 'profession' .. This piece was graded 'the best satire piece' of 2001 . Ofcourse after 2001,things havent been the same and i dont find myself even remotely writing up to the standards i once was capable of . We'll discuss those Why's latter .. for now , enjoy this ..
BEGARACHI
My brothers and sisters … Aslam-o-Alaykam
It is requested that his iwy is a deaf maybe. he has an elder sister who is damb . she prays five times a day and prays for every muslim . he has a mother who is blind of her eyes . he has two younger brothers who studying in School . all the burden is on his shoulders . please help this boy with for zakat please contact with request zakat and ushr committee and charity . God will repay to you . return this card !.
Don’t even for a moment contemplate that I’m some nitwit who doesn’t know what he is writing because the above paragraph is merely a reproduction of contents of a small dilapidated card handed to me the other day by a beggar in the bus when I missed my university point and had to take the regular public transportation to the university.
When I read what was arrogantly thrown on my lap, I must admit, I was bemused at first. Was I missing something or this man who must have aged not more than 25, 26 years really was not able to work anywhere after all. His rather newfangled attire blew his cover and a cigarette tucked behind his ear confirmed my doubts. I won’t be spouting airy theories when I write that the thousands of beggars roaming on the streets of Karachi would disappear automatically if the administration makes up its mind to do so. However their reluctance or should I say ignorance in this regard teams up with the normal citizen's apathy, further aggravates the situation and not to forget encourages them.
One day we were playing cricket in our lawn when my younger brother in his childish hauteur swung hard at the ball which went outside. When I went outside to retrieve the ball I saw an old man with amputated legs comfortably poised on a hand made cart with a hand operated pedal sitting in front of one of our distant neighbor’s door. The look on his face exhibited vulnerability. I went through my pocket and shuffled out a five-rupee note. As I was walking towards him, a surprising scene hit me with the power of 100,000 volts. The amputated legs suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He stood up, quickly went to the door, pressed the doorbell two times and within a split second was back on his cart. All of this happened within a couple of seconds. My feet froze in awe for appreciation of his fast speed and expertise. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I thought I was seeing things. I was flabbergasted rather enraged.
The other day I was waiting outside a boutique where my mum had gone shopping. While I was busy devouring the delicious qulfi in my car, I heard a voice pierce through the closed windowpane, which almost made me spoil my kurta shalwar. The pauper shouted; “I am a poor man. I have a widowed mother and eight sisters. My father will die if I didn’t get him this medicine.” With this he stuck a piece of paper on the glass which I was sure would have accounted for millions in any ancient art museum because it portrayed paan and grease stains and looked like a 15th century abstract art painting rather than a prescription. But the thing that made me contemplate twice before a soft corner rose in my heart again was the father bit of his melancholically hatched script. Whose father was he talking about if his mother was already a widow? He saw my brows wrinkle in a frown and probably realized his mistaken rhetoric and by the time I would have lowered my window completely to investigate further the true genetic origins of his siblings, he fled leaving me in a comatose.
This continues kal .But first ill add some words to 'our' glossary .
* KAL = The next day .
* Qulfi = Homemade Milk Icecream
* kurta shalwar = a simple pair of pjs and a long robe with collars .
TODAY 
