The R Word

Times and times again, the people of Karachi have been to places such as Empress’ Market and Lee Market. Well, come on, where else can one find cheap stuff with quality? These places are like the touchstones of being Karachite. If you haven't been to any one of them than it would be safe to say that you're not a “real” Karachite. But our favorite touchstones are being crushed under the enormous power of Thanos or, in our case, KDA. Well, just like Thanos, KDA was too working and collecting its infinity stones one after the other, and the only difference was the fact that the previous governments were the Avengers standing stiff right in front of them and dismaying him from snapping his fingers; unleashing the infinity war. But as we recently lost our Avengers when the goddess of Democracy unshackled it's wrath upon them and crushed them under it or by a much popular opinion when our S.H.I.E.L.D ( aka “the men in khakis”) finally decided they had enough of them and

February 3 rd , 2014, was the day when I entered a place called CIIT Boys Hostel, entering the gates of hostel changed my life. Leaving behind all my friends and family members I chose to live at a place where I knew I would have no one to relate with. Slowly I adapted the environment of the hostel and adjusted myself according to hostel. Having to spent the first semester at hostel was little difficult as everything around me was new. New people, new surroundings, new friends and most of all new city.   This semester was spent in trying and understanding the differences between home and hostel. Finally by the time I was able to make friends, adjust to mess food and came to know of all the pros and cons of hostel the semester ended and I was at home for almost 1.5 month. But those 1.5 month appeared less. I kept on wishing that my holidays should be more and that I should have more time at home.   But as we say everything comes to an end and likewise these holidays came to an e

The city I call dead After getting admitted in COMSATS institute of information technology, 1.5 years back, I could still remember my happiness to study in a university ranked top in BCS and located in the heart of capital. I never knew the fact that my happiness will fade away and soon I will be missing the city famous for pollution, over population, theft and blood, yes I mean Karachi. The above mentioned terms are just few qualities that are given by the people of capital to my city, Karachi. I know that my city may had some defect yet the people in Karachi are all living. I could still remember the night of my flight to Islamabad when me and my friends were roaming on the streets of Karachi around 2.00 A.M in morning and yet didn't experienced the dead silence I experienced on the roads of Islamabad at 10.00 P.M. Landing on the airport and traveling all the way from there to my University I saw a clean and well-built roads, planned settlements, and green fi