Karachities and a villager...

Two minutes ago I was in bed thinking about something.

Something that has been bothering me since…since forever!

I cannot deal with these thoughts anymore, cannot keep them inside me. NO PLEASE. They have to come out. Either politely or aggressively, I don’t care. I cannot take one more sleepless night. So here I am, putting these ceaseless bothersome thoughts in words, hoping that at least somebody will read this and realize what he/she is doing to me- to the people who feel the same as I do.

Karachi is city of lights. People living here feel gallant to be called Karachities and I am absolutely cool with it. I have shifted to this city a few months before-7, I guess. I am a girl with colorful personality. I adopt the culture of any place in a blink of eye. For me Karachi wasn’t a challenging place to be adjusted in-considering the fact that I’ve been visiting this city from very childhood.

I had no harsh feeling for the people of this city until they didn’t interfere in my life. Of course I am not talking about my friends who were and are more than welcome to stay in my life forever. I am talking about those wanna-bees who tried to influence me with their not-so-cool attitude and when they failed, they started making fun of me. Am I making it really confusing? Let me be direct.

There are some trends of this city which are truly absurd. For example, if you pay attention during class, you are geek. If you study, you are nerd; If you ask questions, you are flattering teacher; If you go for extra help, you are uthao (picking?:S); If you are not involved in the maze of love triangles, you are mama-daddy kid; If you don’t backbite, you are a coward; If you don’t bunk classes, you are so uncool and the list goes on… It wasn’t the same in my village. There was time to everything. We studied in class and enjoyed our studies. We were trained and appreciated to be ambitious and laborious- not teased. Life was fun without all the love mysteries and there was much more to think about than just “how to attract the opposite gender”. People were judged on the basis of their character, not face. There weren’t burger kids who underestimated other pupils just because they are owner to the extravagant cars. Everyone was free to be him/her-self and life was peaceful.

Also, many people seem to take my language-Sindhi on heart. Either they don’t like it or they like it very much, I cannot decide. They laugh or smile when I speak in my dearest language and sometimes ask me to repeat the phrase and I do it! I do it so proudly-proud for both promoting my language and making the other person smileJ. But sometime I wonder what’s so wrong in speaking my language. Of course speaking English is important and fissionable-for them and I can speak it more fluently then many of them. I wonder why don’t they encourage their own language-our own language-Urdu<3. If not them, then who?

Not all the citizens are same, obviously. There are many people who are nicer than those back home and show more maturity in many matters. I love those people and I let them interfere in my life because I know the amendments they’ll do will not harm me anyhow. The city is full of many wise and inspiring people who may outnumber those who are mentioned earlier but a black dot on white sheet is noticed before the whiteness.

I am rueful for my harsh tone. Sometimes I feel really helpless and lonely in this crowded city and curse our government for lack of educational resources in my village. I feel like running back to my little heaven, situated on the distance of three hours from here, go there and breathe some air of freedom and feel the cool breeze of peace. Definitely life is not luxuriant over there as it is here but luxurious love of villagers is unmatchable and no mortal money can buy it.

I am not denying the fact that the city has blessed me with precious gift of education and I am not saying that my judgment is always right but some people have to change their obnoxious behavior and stop jumping in other people’s life. I will not run away from this city as a coward, no matter what. I am a fighter and if my words do not influence them, my behavior will. Someday. J. *yawning*. I think I’ll have a good night sleep tonight :D 

Pride and Dignity

“In order to maintain one’s dignity, one must undertake the responsibility for his actions whatever the outcome.” 

In today’s world everybody pursues to set up their reputation and be popular among the group of people he/she is living with. Out of every 100 people, 95 make it and get respect from their peers but out of those 95, barely 5 people are successful to satisfy themselves. This happens only because in order to satisfy all others, they forget about themselves that what their soul requires them to do. Today, world is full of people who are victims of depression and stress, who are regretting for their actions and trying to fight with their sorrows in order to come back to their life and live it again. These are the people who lack self-reliance and self-confidence.

Man is a social animal. In order to survive, people need people of course. One cannot live his life in solitude and relish it at the same time, but this kind of dependency should be constrained to a certain limit. Men should rely on each other for socializing or sharing love. They should also communicate, exchange their ideas and learn from experiences. What men shouldn’t do is degrade their selves, kill their inside, execute their self-esteem and live their life in accordance to other people. By doing this, they’ll not only lose their pride but also blame others for the outcomes to their actions.

The most important thing in world is to satisfy you. It is a very famous saying that you can never satisfy all the people in world. Once you succeed in satisfying yourself, you will see everyone else satisfied. To maintain your dignity watch out what you had done and what you should do now. Act wisely and life will bow in front of you.