We are so happy and proud (yes we are) to be bringing Karachi this wonderful initiative back again for another year. With a wonderful team working very hard and pulling their hair out and banging their head against the wall, we after several hitches have been able to make it happen. More details up soon!
It was the year 2013, and sometime in October, when during a brainstorming session, the idea of Karachi Children’s Art Fest (KCAF) came into being. The idea had its root for a while in my head, especially since my brief time in USA for a training program, where I first got the chance what a real Museum looks like and the impact it can have. Since then, the feeling that something better needs to exist for kids has always been stuck in my head – in other words, the idea that I deserved something better as a kid never left me.
It was therefore in a sudden fit of excitement that KCAF was established. It was a collaboration of ArtChowk The Gallery, TBYU (my little initiative) and Spaces Gallery. In this country which is already tormented by tons of incidents of terrorism, violence – both ethnic and religious, lack of infrastructure, it comes as no surprise that we provide no spaces for kids to nurture their creative faculties. We have almost no Museums (the ones that we do have and what they do contribute is a topic for yet another day). In the absence of all this, how is it that we are to expect anything from the generations to come? KCAF therefore is a response to the lack of spaces. It is a platform to allow kids to connect with art and colors, and things which allow us to open our minds to new things and possibilities and be fascinated by it. KCAF 2014 was not a great hit, but it was a step – a very tiny one at that, but enough to tell us that this is a need, which we need to continue taking. With almost 5 thousand people attending the event over a course of two days, where everything was made free to the public, it was a venture that needs a lot of support still. So what does KCAF 2015 holds for the city? More on that soon.
Politics is a dirty game, and more than that it is a game that requires wit, cunningness and the recognition of the opportunity when it comes in front of you. Imran Khan, right now, is doing the same, however whether that opportunity is worth the risk is another debate. But there is no doubt that his popularity has today risen to a level where if you are not a Pakistan Tahreek-i-Insaaf supporter, you are bound to get some serious lashing and ultimately leading to the conclusion, “Oh that means you are a Zardari supporter”, *SIGH* (But more on PPP later).
In its initial days, there was little buzz regarding this party and the supporters that you would find on the streets were few and far between. His charismatic appeal was still his Cancer hospital and the 1992 World Cup victory. But beyond this, there is little in him that can attest to his leadership qualities.
Founded in the year 1996, the man’s leadership capabilities were being judged by the way he led the team in 1992, and as the only victory to his name, there was little or nothing more to attest to his Political Career. The initial members who joined the party were much in awe of this man. But there was another reason as well, or so is my analysis. Continue reading
People, I have had enough! And I say this with complete seriousness! Because this time I really have had enough!
And let me unabbreviate the word KESC for the lucky people out there in the world who have had never had to suffer the wreath of Karachi Electric Supply Corporation – the K.E.S.C!
After suffering for .. let me count.. no .. actually let me restate myself … after enjoying electricity for a mere 4 hours in 24 hours, that too in bits and pieces as KESC played games with us. The games included giving us the hope that we finally have electricity before turning it off again within half an hour – a cruel joke my friends! Continue reading
Dear Mr. MQM Leaders, both in and outside the country with their British Passport,
My Salutations to you, which are to be followed with a lot of questions, which I hope that you would be able to find time to answer among all the bloody
target killing politics that you have to deal with.
I hope that you would not take any hard feelings towards these and would treat them as nothing more, but the thinking of an idle mind who was stuck at home for 4 days because of the things in the city caused by your
rift with ANP noble plans to rid the city of the terrorist that live in a certain hill in the city! Therefore my first question to you follows the very reasonable question regarding your cause.
- Why have you taken upon yourself to rid the city of these terrorist that live in a certain city?
- Why are you so whiny demanding to the extent of being stubborn, like a 16 year old dumb chick?
- What makes you so special that you think that only, as per your words,
you deservethe urban centers of Sindh deserve the Local Government Ordinance? Continue reading
“Is there a foreign hand involved in these attacks?”
“Can this possibly be an American attack?”
“Is Israel or RAW involved in it?”
“Why did they rush the Chinese out of the base?”
“Is this related to Baluchistan or the fact that the Gwader Port was only handed yesterday to the Chinese?”
Any major event in Pakistan goes hand in hand with the conspiracies that surround it. The attacks today at the P.A.F base is not indifferent to this rule! Continue reading
This would not have happened if this city wasn’t suffocating him!
This is what Arif Sahab said when the news of Asim Butt’s death reached him. It was still early morning, hardly 12 yet, and the news was received with shock!
It has been a while now, since Asim left his friends! I wasn’t one of them, but I had met him. Polite exchange of pleasantries had taken place between us whenever we met!
This is why it feels awkward for me to even try to say that last night somehow I understood what he did and why he did it! I understood somehow why he would have decided to take things in his own hands!
I wish I could say that the realization came to me in an epiphany, but it was instead a result of my own depressive phase that seems to have taken hold of me recently! Continue reading
Getting any major event done in the city of Karachi nowadays is a big deal, but to be able to get an event done without the banner of MQM, is a feat of a different dimension altogether.
Overall, getting so many people together in the name of Literature is a big deal and on that ground the event was a total success. But I am sure, that much has been written about this since yesterday. I am here to share that I felt yesterday on a personal level.
So the concert begins, but let us all remember people, that this is all happening in the name of Faiz Ahmed Faiz, so a bit of respect is in order. But sadly, it was not to be found.
Chanting of all sorts, disrespectful in nature mostly was the norm of the day, and it has to be said that mostly it was happening from the people I thought would least do it. Most of them were people I go to University with, so therefore it was sad on so many levels for me.
Later in the night, some people decided that it is just okay to take off your shoes hold it in your hands and then wave them around.. the idea sickened me to my core, and a lot of screaming and angry protest had to bring them down.
Is it just that so many years of being confined to no entertainment has made us lose our sense of how to behave in these places? Or do we really think that this is all okay?
Food for thought !
Did anyone see that movie Love ajj kal? Well consider this post a sequel to that movie. This is not my story, but was shared with my
by a friend, and happens to be the love story of his brother.. well a pretty unsuccessful love story!
And this is how it goes….
They met online, and talks between them come closer and closer, until love had taken over both of them. The distance melted away, and they started to make their visits frequent….He lived in Karachi, She was in Islamabad!
The love affair lasted for around 8 years. I am not too big on the details.. but I guess that like every relationship, they must have had their ups and down!
But alas! This was not to be! The girl was diagnosed with cancer! And is now counting her final days! The guy at this point decided that he wanted to marry her!
But the girl refused! Probably not wanting to tie the guy down!
Now till this point the story is great!
Here is the modern, insensitive twist!
The guy is getting married in this September to some other girl! He has not met her, but was chosen for him by his family! Continue reading
A friend of mine retold an interesting set of events that happened to him just the other day. I have decided – and let him know – that I would be retelling this story. Therefore people, here is what happened to him the other day.
Yesterday that is on 7th April 2011, my friend was taking pictures of a park near his house, which is in the area of Garden. His bike was parked outside, and this photography session was in line with his thesis topic.
As per the current trend, the park has been hijacked by a certain political party – let’s just call them the Sathi group – and within seconds, they were behind my friend, and had pinned a gun to this back, and their main concern was simply, “to which party did he belong to”.
From there he was taken to the Union Council of that area that apparently falls under 167 or something – and taken in a room, which was lined with weapons. My friend was able to get out of this mess by using his cunningness, and the contacts and help of some friends. Still they refused to return his memory card, even after they broke it, reason being that they wanted to make sure that he didn’t take any wrong pictures. Continue reading
Never before did i think that it is possible to have a maid as a status symbol! But apparently it is!
We have never been the family that stresses too much about the maid and keep looking and following it stressing till the last spot of dust has been removed; we have never been the family that keeps firing one maid after the other until they find the one that fulfills treats their own house like their first born!
This is how it has worked for us. The maid comes in on the first day; she is taken through the duties that she is suppose to do! Her time is usually fixed according to our whims, which is usually at 9, when we are all fast asleep and she does her work without getting in our faces and leaves… anything that needs to be complained about her lack of care for our house is transmitted to her the next morning!
We had the same maid for over 10 years and when she left, it was like we had been completely abandoned… we were lost for so long, we didn’t trust anyone else to take care of our house for a long time, there were a few rebounds but they just didn’t work! Continue reading
..but some how I just could not make myself sit down and write it all down. It could be the keyboard’s fault ( I love this new one) or the fact that not indulging myself in music at full volumes every few weeks make me go weird, or it could simply be that I just didn’t know how to verbalize my thoughts about the topic which I have wanted to write for a while. But whatever the reason be, here I am! And I am typing away!
Karachi is becoming a very unpredictable city. it is losing all that I cherished about it slowly. before you could out till the early hours of the morning and not have a worry in your head. the city was so alive. I remember we never used to worry about going to the market, because we knew that it would be open till at least 1 or so. But now things are changing so drastically.
If it’s not the rains, then it would be some son of a bitch dying, some random shoot out which makes no sense to you, a prediction that something will happen, but something or the other is always there to terrorize the Karachities and make sure that they make their way home as soon as possible. this fear has simply taken away the spirit of the city.
A few days back for some research I was in Ranchore line, and talking to people and trying to get a few survey, that all of a sudden gun shots were fired, the shops shutters closed down, and the person I was interviewing – a woman – started questioning me in the most weirdest manner that who am I ? Why am I here ? What was the purpose of my visit?It was the same day that 6 people had been killed at SherShah Market for no reason at all! Just a random shoot out. Another day in the city’s history! Nothing unusual anymore in Karachi! Continue reading