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En bordure de route terroriste



In Pakistan we all are familiar with word terrorist. Many refer it to as agencies working in Pakistan. But are we aware of the roadside terrorist that we can encounter on roads very easily. No! I am not talking about the thugs that rob us but I am talking about the public transport that roams on the road.
The beautifully dressed ladies of road, Bus, the ugly looking taxis and the hybrid between car and motorcycle, rikshaws and qinchis, can be easily called as terrorists. Why? As they play an important role in hauling the gas-bomb on road.
Several incidents have been heeded that CNG cylinders explode sometime injuring people and sometime having the audacity to even kill the passengers. Our media propagates so much on this issue. They blame the police officers and our so-called government but nothing happens as usual.
Who should be really blamed for this issue? Should the Police are to be blamed, transporters are to be blamed or the government is to be blamed? Well really if we see the situation then it’s neither the blame of the police nor the drivers. The actual person to blame is the CNG load shedding.                      
Well the question is how? Well let’s see accidently a news flash on screen and says that the CNG will remain close for 48 hours. As soon as people digest the flash they get out of home to get their car filled up and so does the transporters who unlike us are on daily wages. They try their best to keep their tanks filled so that they can earn in between the period of load shedding.
Well we all know one cylinder is not enough to provide transport services in a city like Karachi and soon transporters stand along the road-side with empty cylinders and no way to earn money.






Imagine the situation for them. Isn’t it unfair for them that they can’t earn for the remaining period of time. As they are daily wagers hence it would very difficult for them to provide food to their children. They would be seeing their children sleeping empty stomach. Is it fair?
Well then to escape away from the situation they arrive to solution to have more than one cylinders installed in their respective cars. Though it may risk life of passenger but they are satisfied as using this technique they earn in times when CNG is not available.
Yes! The accidents are increasing but still they have all right to earn. I by no mean support the activities of having more than one cylinder in one vehicle but thing is the situation that CNGs closure creates for us is difficult. We the white collared people face so much difficulties then what can expect from these people who earn their living every day.
I know they are carrying mobile gas-bombs with them on road and yes they have no right to play with lives of other people but instead of media people propagating against them and the police they should be making sure that CNG station no more remain out of service. I believe if we put an end to this CNG crisis we will soon be controlling the road-side terrorism spread throughout the country.

AHMED RIK



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