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DAWN - the Internet Edition


October 22, 2001 Monday Shaba'an 4, 1422
Features


Relative calm in Balochistan
Which films not to see and Bhayya’s kebabs
Iodized salt could be the antidote for obsequious journalists
Our Taliban on the march
Perils of a rickshaw ride
Of blocked roads and traffic jams
Arrogance of prosperity vs arrogance of poverty!
City of mosques and fountains



Relative calm in Balochistan


By Siddiq Baluch

BALOCHISTAN is experiencing a relative peace and stable law and order situation barring an incident of two blind rockets lobbed on this provincial capital last week. Both the rockets were fired aimlessly causing no damage. No one was hurt. Also, the normal crime rate has come to the lowest level in 20 districts.

However, some incidents of highway robberies were also reported on the main Quetta-Jacobabad Highway, mainly from Sibi to Bakhtiarabad section. The heavily armed bandits, in form of lashkar, were looting the passenger buses and trucks. The police or the Balochistan Levies are unable to pinpoint the gangs. Since it is bordering the Sindh province, the culture of highway robberies is also prevalent in the Naseerabad district. In cases, there was a spillover of the bandit factor from Sindh. When the army or other law enforcers put necessary pressure on the bandits they too flee to Balochistan where bandits felt more secure and comfortable.

In the recent past, powerful and influential people were found behind the organized crime in the division. Be it vehicle snatching, kidnapping for ransom, robbing the bus passengers or other serious offences, these clearly have the expression of organized crime normally patronized by very powerful people. If such offences are not controlled under the present government with no vested interest in the top administration, then the crime wave in Naseerabad will never be checked. Who is harbouring the criminals and the bandits? It is not hidden from the law enforcers. Why is the government ignoring the organized crime? Are the patrons of criminals being kept alive and effective for their future use and that too in a democratic setup? Somebody on the top will have to answer this question.

However, the economic front is subdued, slump is felt by all engaged in gainful and lawful economic activities. Generally it is quiet on the economic front. The devolution of power for the district government system is yet to resume normal functioning in economic terms. On the administrative side, the district Nazims are very much there. The Nazims and other chosen representatives of the people are yet to acquaint themselves with their real powers and authority. Officials knowing the administrative system are making explanation to the Nazims and other representatives of the people.

However, the district governments are yet to plan and execute their development schemes. To this date, a very few schemes are being launched. A very small amount of money is being spent on those schemes. At least it is not substantial to have an impact on the local economy of any district. The provincial finance department is still holding the fort and the first quarter of budgetary allocations is yet to be utilized. Probably fewer people know about the separate budget allocation and the real amount of money to be spent by the district governments.

There is no change on the ground situation in regard to the mega projects. However, the government is feeling the increased pressure of population following the air strikes on Afghanistan, mainly in the regions close to the Balochistan border, including Kandahar and Hilmand provinces.

The province is facing the unprecedented influx of people. The refugees are escaping from bombing and air strikes. Over 5,000 people entered into Balochistan in a single day on Saturday. According to unofficial reports, about 50,000 Afghans already entered into this province during the past 12 days. The government plan to keep the Afghan refugees in barbed wire refugee camps is not working. Simply the refugees are not reporting to the camps and preferring to live in townships, villages and with their relatives or mix up with the local population.

The governor, while talking to newsmen, believed that there was about half a million Afghan refugees residing in the main population centres here. But independent economists insisted that the number is close to one million. They estimate that a million more will enter into Balochistan during the present crisis. There are very slim chances that the world community will come to the rescue of the government of Balochistan in feeding the two million Afghan refugees in foreseeable future. They will continue to be a burden on the provincial economy, competing for using the limited means of livelihood.

Sooner or later, the government will have to round up them and take them to the refugee camps with coercive restrictions on their movement. The bloody incidents of last week in Quetta and Kuchlak are an example for the authorities. To this date, the investigators did not find a clue to the subversive elements firing rockets. Observers think that in the presence of a million or more aliens in Balochistan alone, the government may not find anyone. They are simply unknown people. No one knows about them.

They are violating the sanctity of international frontiers at will. They can bring all sorts of weapons to this province for sale. Balochistan is the promising and lucrative export market for the guns and ammunition from Afghanistan.

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Which films not to see and Bhayya’s kebabs


HERE’s a brief comment. I am very fond of cricket — to the extent of watching it. I love Sachin Tendulkar at the crease and I marvel at his awesome ability to demolish the best bowling attacks in the world. I am also delighted when the opposition gets him cheaply. The TV channel on which I watch cricket has been persistingly showing brief clips from four Pakistani movies — Baghi, Gujjar 302, Shehenshah and Humayun Gujjar. Actually, they are not trailers but just a few scenes from each movie.

Now, the producers have done no service to themselves. They have exposed themselves at considerable expense. After all, TV ads are not for free. I will not name the actors or the actresses or the producers or the directors. What I have seen time and again beggars description. Bestial violence and a blatant exhibition of female flesh — flesh at all the wrong places. Over-ripe melons ready for the dustbin. Actually, the girls dance and you want to throw up. One actor insults his mother and you want to throw up. And all of them use the language of the theatre ala Agha Hashar. The ladies drip obscenity and the gentlemen look like runaway criminals. No one who has watched these clips will ever want to sit through any one of these movies, if movies they are, that is. TV, after all, has its advantages: it teaches you what not to watch.

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SO you see, Israel will do to the Palestinians what the US and its allies are doing to the Afghans. The other day, the Jews observed a day of mourning for their tourism minister Zeevi who was killed (allegedly) by a Palestinian group. Among the first three causalities was a 10-year Palestinian girl. “Avenge the way Gandhi would avenge you,” Zeevi’s son, using his father’s nickname, urged prime minister Ariel Sharon.

So was ‘Gandhi’ Zeevi’s nickname? I could have laughed had the Palestinian situation been not so grim.

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IF you are too good for your competitors, you ought to be punished. The following account, sent to me by friend Nasir Abbas Mirza who himself lives in Model Town, proves my point. On Saturday morning, he wrote to say:

“I have been having Bhayya’s kebab in Model Town since 1965. For the people of Model Town, and for kebab fanciers all over, Bhayya is not only a distinctive kebab seller, but he is also an institution.

“The other night, I went for his kebab and discovered quite a large gathering of ‘elders’ of the area in a heated meeting. Upon inquiry, I was told that Mian Aamir Mehmood, the District Nazim of Lahore, had constituted a committee to literally downsize (read destroy) Bhayya. It was a meeting of that committee and poor Bhayya (he must now be 65-plus) was desperately trying to fend off the thugs. The thugs, of course, are cheap imitators of Bhayya in the same market. Their establishments are called Bhai or Asli Bhai or Mera Bhai or Tera Bhai. Regardless of the fact that they sell bad kebabs, they are Mian Aamir Mehmood’s constituents. And once they could not compete with Bhayya on quality, they thought it best to play dirty. What better way to play dirty than through democracy?

“On the spot I was told that I would not be served Bhayya’s kebabs in my car if I parked it 10 feet away from his shop in either direction. If I parked it more than 10 feet away, I would have to have my kebabs from some other vendor (which I refused).

“This was preposterous. If this is what our District Nazim thinks of free market competition, I wonder what they teach at his business schools. He is doing what his elected predecessors have been doing for decades: reward the crooks and punish the successful. I am sorry.

“My first encounter with local government in my locality was disappointing. Poor Aamir Mehmood. He is learning democracy the hard way. The successful ones are always few and the disgruntled ones are always too many.”

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I have received the following letter from Mr M. Ejaz Akhtar who lives in Karachi:

“I am writing with some delay because of my earlier efforts to contact Mr Mohammad Nawab Qasmi proved futile.

“In Mr Qasmi’s account of distinguished civil servants, there was one important omission — he did not mention Syed Saeed (SS) Jafri. His illustrious career spanned 30 years. He was the architect of industrial development during president Ayub Khan’s reign. Senior citizens of Lahore may remember the three years when he was deputy commissioner there. The reception that he organized for the late Shah of Iran is remembered to this day. As the rehabilitation commissioner-general, he worked 18 hours a day to resettle innumerable urban and rural refugees from across the border.

“Well, Mr Qasmi had to miss a name or two. No such lists can ever be complete.”

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FRIDAY’S Dawn carries three small items. One of them says that the All Pakistan Federation of Trade Unions took out a procession in Lahore against American action in Afghanistan.

The second report says much the same about the Lahore Bar Association while the third quotes former Punjab governor Mian Azhar also opposing the American air strikes against Afghanistan.

I share Mian Azhar’s concern for the people of Afghanistan and I also respect the views expressed by the All Pakistan Federation of Trade Unions and the Lahore Bar Association. Lawyers told the participants in the Bar procession that the “people will remember the sufferings of the Afghan people in the on-going war.” They also demanded that “the US and its allies should be tried for injustices” (they had heaped on the Afghan people).

The question is: who shall try the US and its allies? The US right now is a rogue elephant and there is nothing one can do against a rogue elephant except run for cover.

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FRIENDS from Karachi keep sending me entirely undeserved gifts, mostly books and once in a while a tin or two of Habshi halwa.

Dr Khalid Khan, an anaesthesiologist at the Liaquat National Hospital, Stadium Road, Karachi, has sent me a book. Called Under the Tamarind Tree, it is a collection of his poetry in English. Together with the book, he has also sent me a sheaf of poems which have presumably not been published. One such poem, Afghan Boy is relevant to the situation in our neighbourhood. It reads:

When I was born

in the refugee camp

my mother was told

not to shriek,

in spite of pain,

and blood dripping

down the cot

to the muddy floor.

Because I was a boy,

they fired in the air

in jubilation

and thanked Allah

in prayer

for the gift

of another soldier

to fight in future.

Later, they, decided

not to send me

to a school,

where I might learn

to read and write

and refuse to fight

for my religion.

If I survived

the rigours of life,

I would get my gun,

when I can hold one

and join the ranks

of those who are

willing to die

for their salvation.

But the trouble is that those who can read and write do also fight. In another poem, A Dacoit, his last four lines read:

You can do nothing about it,

because here justice is blind,

the leaders are not bothered

and the police (are) on my side.

As for the book proper, Under the Tamarind Tree, all can say that I am not a critic. However, I have enjoyed reading it. Dr Khalid Khan has both sense and sensibility. As he says in Hunger Pains, when the chips are down/Even the gods are mad.

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ON July 7, 1886, The Statesman, the Indian newspaper, wrote:

“We are sorry to see that Mr Dadabhai Naoroji has been defeated for Holborn. It is an enigma to us that these great constituencies in which the Conservative element is so strong should be selected for the Indian candidates at all, so heavily handicapped as they are by their being complete strangers to the English people. We have had the pleasure of Mr Dadabhai’s acquaintance for 25 years, and few more able men will enter Parliament than the gentleman whom the Holborn constituency have naturally refused for want of all knowledge of him.”

And earlier, the paper wrote:

“If the liberal caucus really wishes to see native gentlemen from India in the House of Commons, they should nominate them to safe boroughs.”

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Iodized salt could be the antidote for obsequious journalists


By Jawed Naqvi

CHANCELLOR Kohl was conferred India’s Jawaharlal Nehru Award for International Understanding in 1993 when he addressed a news conference at Delhi’s Taj Mahal Hotel. There were two or three sensationally newsy things he said. One was that Britain could go to pot if it didn’t want to go along with the decision to have a common European currency. Or was it a dispute about who would get to host the European bank? His other comment was about the Airbus consortium’s decision to defy America over Boeing’s difficulties in the marketplace. And of course there could be a hundred other stories of global interest from that crucial one or perhaps two full hours of access you got with the head of the mighty German state. But no.

What does the Indian journalist, who shall remain anonymous for reasons of propriety, have to say to kick off the press meet? “Welcome to New Delhi, Your Excellency,” the journalist-turned-protocol-officer-turned-court jester says: “I do hope you are having a pleasant stay in Delhi. Sir, I am so and so from such and such paper. I have three questions for you. (never one less!) My first question is, what is your position on Kashmir? My second question is, whose side will you be on in the event of a war between India and Pakistan? And finally, sir, now that you have East Germany with you, will you help us improve our Olympic standards?” This was a year after India had returned without even a bronze from Barcelona.

Skillfully hiding his surging pity for the questioner, Kohl, a great communicator, put all three queries to rest with one sentence: “I think you are mistaking me for Kaiser Willhem,” he declared, taking off his glasses to wipe them with a napkin for effect, and then pausing to relish the peals of laughter he had unleashed across the hall, before moving on to the next question.

Such intellectual barrenness is not the preserve of a few well-heeled Indian journalists alone. There is a great need for prescribing iodized salt as mandatory nutrition for budding journalists all over the world, more so after Al Jazeera recently set hitherto unthinkable standards of focused journalism. We’ll come to that in a moment.

So when US Secretary of State Colin Powell came calling in Delhi last week, nine years after Kohl’s news conference and many more by others that must have followed over the years, nothing seemed to have changed. We have laws against child abuse, gender violence and so on. There should be a law against the abuse and misuse of journalists by their governments. But that is only possible if journalists are given their due quota of iodized salt first. To avoid the risk of sounding prejudiced about the disastrous and embarrassing performance of our journalists at Powell’s joint news conference with External Affairs Minister Jaswant Singh, let me quote directly from one of several complaints that were published the next day and aired on TV channels too.

The Indian official marshalling the news conference was the otherwise genial and communicative Nirupama Rao, the foreign office spokesperson. She decided that due to time constraints there would be three questions from the American side and three more from the Indians. Fair enough. But who decides who will ask the questions? Promptly the state intervenes with all its might. Three people are chosen and given their respective questions too, according to the news reports.

“The purpose of this selective categorization, unheard of at press conferences, was soon evident,” the Asian Age complained. “The American journalists accompanying Mr Powell were more interested in questions concerning the anthrax attacks, and the West Asia crisis. Essentially, questions that did not have any awkward connotations for Mr Jaswant Singh and his ministry. The Indian journalists appeared to have been carefully selected by Ms Rao. Their names and questions were decided long before the press conference began. One was an easy question: “How can Pakistan be part of an international coalition when it has been supporting terrorism and is still maintaining diplomatic ties with the Taliban.” Mr Jaswant Singh looked happy.

The second question was a word for word repeat of a question already asked by an American correspondent on Kashmir. The journalist concerned read out the question on a piece of paper. She did not even change the phraseology although Mr Powell had answered it at length earlier. The result was a wasted effort, as the media did not get a single extra line on Kashmir out of the visiting dignitary. The third question was about the so-called Islamic bomb. This would have warmed the hearts of the extreme right in India, but was dismissed by Mr Powell as “nonsense”. This then was the entire contribution of the Indian media at the press conference. That there was a similar “media management” in play at Powell’s Islamabad press meet is hardly surprising.

Indian and Pakistan media have thrived and grown for many decades, surviving authoritarian rule in Delhi and dictatorships in Islamabad. By comparison Al Jazeera should be a rookie. And yet the little known Arabic channel has already taken the pants off many a journalistic bigwig in the ongoing war for the hearts and minds of the world. Tres bien. But I am afraid it may not be able to survive the arriving blowback for too long although I sincerely hope that I am wrong. It’s a fact that it was because of Al Jazeera, among other contributing factors, that Western brand of journalism has finally come under serious scrutiny, and this time at home in America too. But Al Jazeera’s foundations lie outside the market forces that have shored up the Western media.

Remember that from the early days of Reuters when the pioneers of wire journalism used homing pigeons to ferry information, the emphasis has been on the market-moving story. Half million killed in Rwanda never really mattered in the same was as the coffee crop getting adversely affected by the holocaust. The crop story gets priority clearance — it’s called a snap — since it sets off alarm bells at the NYSE that has a cascading effect on Hang Seng and Nikkei, Dax indices and so on. Al Jazeera will not be able to move the markets with its political astuteness. And that being the case it will have to find some other means of funding to keep afloat to prevent it from becoming a one-war wonder.

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ANTI-WAR PROTESTS: There are at least two perspectives on the simmering anger in India against the war on Afghanistan. Film actresses Shabana Azmi and Sharmila Tagore and poet Javed Akhtar led one anti-war demonstration in Delhi last week. The so-called Imam of the Mughal-built Jama Masjid led a demonstration from the right-wing end. Javed and Shabana questioned the credentials of the Imam to claim leadership of all Indian Muslims, to declare Jihad on America. They also questioned the Indian media’s tendency to lump all Muslims together in one basket and then question their credentials or say patronizing things about their patriotism. Anyway, Shabana sang, yes sang, Faiz Ahmad Faiz — Bol Ke Lab Azaad Hain Tere. The trouble with this kind of cultural agitation is that most progressive poetry in India has been hijacked by the right, since the progressive forces have only been regressing. That must be the case also in Pakistan. Otherwise the way everyone quotes and lionises Faiz there, there should have been a revolution in Islamabad long ago.

I will give two examples of progressive poetry being hijacked by the Jamaat-i-Islami and the RSS in India. On one occasion Kaifi Azmi’s verse Ailaane Haq Mein Khatra-i-Daaro Rasan To Hai; Lekin Sawaal Ye Hai Ke Daaro Rasan Ke Baad, was widely and successfully usurped by the Jamaat in its demand in the 1970s to get minority character for the Aligarh Muslim University. Then in 1989, in the largely upper caste right-wing movement against the Mandal Commission, the Neswtrack Video Magazine, then run by the India Today group, made full use of Hum Dekhenge, Laazim Hai Ki Hum Bhi Dekheinge, Iqbal Bano singing Faiz, to embellish reports of anti-Mandal riots. The same poem was cited at last week’s progressive do. When I pointed out to the organizers of anti-war protests that the line Bus Naam Rahega Allah Ka, in the Faiz poem could easily fetch an applause from Osama bin Laden, it managed to raise eyebrows and triggered my early departure from the venue.

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Our Taliban on the march


By A. B. S. Jafri

THOSE who abide in this city are punished at every step for being alive and in Karachi. Too many problems make life an ordeal. Let’s say water is the primary need. How many localities receive water with any regularity and in adequate quantity? Or how is one to make sure it is fit for human consumption. If you talk only of water and of the problems, difficulties, irritations, related to water, a hundred problems stare in the face.

Air should have taken precedence over water because a living being can survive without water for some hours, even days. Not a moment without air. What kind of air do we breathe in this city? It is mostly saturated with diesel and petrol exhaust, dust, sand, stench, tiny insects, excessive humidity and contamination of more kinds than even experts may be able to count or define.

Every third citizen is suffering from some form of allergy. Asthma is the bane of life of at least seven of the 13 million human beings that live in this city. Skin and eye irritations are common.

Air has another pollutant — noise. It includes noise from vehicles, the rickshaw must be the worst among the culprits. Then there are hundreds and thousands of buses, trucks, tankers, taxis, container carriers, motorcycles, scooters. Noise pollution in Karachi is taking a heavy toll of the nerves of the citizen.

How about food? Can anyone of us swear that he/she is sure that milk and milk products, meats, poultry, spices, even tea leaves that comprise our daily diet are wholesome and free from adulteration? Millions of us are suffering from one disorder or another because there is so much of adulteration in items of daily food. It is a common experience to watch truck-loads of meat being carted without so much as a plastic sheet as covering and protection from flies and dust. Alongside you might see a garbage truck, equally exposed.

What about transport? It is the lifeline in this huge metropolis that is also the country’s largest industrial, commercial, trade, finance, and crime centre. Karachi’s criminals also use transport, ranging from two wheelers to more wheeled ones. In this city everybody is on the move, all the time. Transport chaos is a problem for everyone. One feel awful, watching schoolchildren struggling on the roads.

Transport is not the only agony and eyesore on the roads. All of us must have hearts of stone, not to feel squalid at the permanent pageant of the disabled, maimed, demented beggars at the busy intersections. That many of these beggars are in robust health, prime of youth, or in innocent infancy only adds to the moral degradation that a sensitive citizen must feel inside. Those who throw money at these wretched people, only complicate the conflict of conscience deep down.

How does a citizen feel about crime that hits Karachi in wave after wave? A sensitive citizen is assailed by disbelief when his/her newspaper has no report of a sectarian murder, or the day’s car snatching is below the average of a dozen. Crime in Karachi is now a profession that has absolutely no hazards. Ever heard of a murderer finally convicted? What is the ratio between crime committed and criminals convicted? Impressive indeed is the number of people held by the police every day.

Once the cleanest in South Asia, this city is now so dirty that to call it a rubbish heap from end to end would be the understatement of 20th and 21st century combined. There is not a street without piles of filth and the underground gutter flowing above the surface. Overflowing gutters, rising mounds of garbage greet the citizen at every turn and corner of the roads and streets, indeed of life itself.

Finally, fellow citizens be of good cheer. By the grace of God, we now have an elected City Government. It is the elected administration of Pakistan’s most literate and, in ways of speaking, also prosperous city. It should be a model. Karachi City Council held its second meeting last Saturday. There was more of rumpus than debate. Did they talk of any of the killer problems and evils that beset life in Karachi?

The answer is a resounding NO! They talked only of women’s clothes and the alcohol shops supposed to be in aid of our religious minorities. Not a word about the water shortage, food adulteration, transport mess, and the crimes that so frequently include cold-blooded sectarian killings. These few of the hundred heart-rending problems confronting 13 million people are not their problems.

Our elected City Fathers must be the most irredeemably ignorant people if they do not know what a world of corruption money minting hides this diabolical hypocrisy about alcohol. And what on earth do these self-appointed moral police mean by wailing about the perfectly decent clothes our respectable women wear in normal daily life? It is obscene to engage in loose talk about our women’s clothes.

This is charlatanry as its immoral worst. These elected people insult their city when they ignore the real problems and try to create a hue and cry over crudely contrived non-issues. These City Fathers ought to realize that their first concern in Karachi ought to be the gutters and the garbage. If they cannot see this, they only betray some kind kinship with the culture of gutters and garbage.

The kind of stuff heard at the City Council meeting should warn the citizens. These people have taken the first sly step on the road to Talibanization of Karachi. The taunts on women’s clothes is the first move to put the women in shuttlecock burqa. Heed this warning.

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Perils of a rickshaw ride


By Ghulam Ali

KARACHI: A rickshaw-driver had his leg fractured in a road accident. He was taken to a hospital where a doctor plastered his fractured leg. His relatives became enraged. They howled and hissed, whispered and wailed. The doctor asked them to keep quiet.

When one tries to hire a rickshaw for Saddar on I. I. Chundrigar Road, the driver replies with scorn: sorry, I have to go to Keamari. He kicks off the engine and roars away his vehicle. This is a daily occurrence in the city. Everyday, with the break of dawn, people face this irritating problem. Rickshaw-drivers haves their own code of earning and living. In this city, like all other cities in the country, public transport is rickety, and taxi-cabs are expensive. So people who want to travel in a somewhat sane atmosphere are left with no option but to fall back on rickshaws, which are comparatively inexpensive than tax-cabs.

But rickshaw-drivers are alleged to have no manners. They use obscene language even in the presence of women and children. They vomit out whatever comes to their mind. It has been observed in Lyari and several other areas of the city that rickshaw-drivers have no compassion even for the sick and the elderly. Despite the plea of passengers that they have little money and their fares are high, they remain unmoved. Those who are unable to pay the amount, no matter in what difficult circumstances the intending passengers are, drivers ask for, they say no and zoom away their rickshaws, leaving intending passengers helpless.

Once a man accompanying a pregnant woman flagged down a rickshaw to take the woman to a hospital, but several rickshaw-drivers refused to take them as passengers. Finally, somehow the woman and her attendant travelled to the hospital, but the woman delivered the baby at the gate of the hospital. One can well imagine the ordeal the woman faced because of the inhuman behaviour of rickshaw-drivers.

Besides, rash driving is a normal thing for rickshaw-drivers, in the process putting lives of passengers and their own at risk.

A team of acrobats from a foreign country during a visit to Karachi was asked by a press reporter when he had felt the worst fear in his life, he said laconically that when he was travelling in a rickshaw in this city.

The way with in which rickshaw-drivers behave with passengers is highly despicable. A bitter man, airing his view, said what one can do when everything goes under the nose of law, in this city. The poor has to suffer, and there is no one to help them.

The rickshaw-drivers have their own story to tell. They have to bear the brunt of insults heaped on them by the traffic police. Passengers also insult them. Worn out with fatigue, after driving rickshaws from morning till late night, rickshaw-drivers are prone to losing their tempers. The cost of living has gone up steeply, and inflation is eating away the value of the currency. In such a situation one should not expect decency from poor rickshaw-drivers, say drivers.

After the ban on cycle rickshaw during the Ayub regime, people had heaved a sigh of relief. It was indeed a commendable step. But after the ban on cycle rickshaw, people became more exposed to the whims and fancies of autorickshaw-drivers.

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Of blocked roads and traffic jams


SOME of Karachi’s busiest roads have been blocked to traffic ever since the air strikes on Afghanistan began. A couple of very ugly-looking containers have been placed at either end of Abdullah Haroon Road cutting access from the Metropole traffic lights to those situated at the foot of Clifton Bridge. Let alone cars, police are not letting even people walk past these barricades. The other road that was initially cordoned off for quite some time — and now is closed occasionally, usually on Fridays — has been Fatima Jinnah Road.

People from the so-called ‘posh’ neighbourhoods of Defence and Clifton have been the most affected by this closure. The unreliability of the Mai Kolachi route — given that it straddles areas which can be quite volatile in times like these — means that anyone who wants to come in to Saddar or I I Chundrigar Road end up using Dr Ziauddin Ahmed Road. Now anyone who has used Dr Ziauddin Ahmed Road would know that driving on it during rush hour can be quite a problem, not least because of the minibuses and coaches who tend to stop right in the middle of the road. In addition to that the road has no middle partition and this, given that many motorists think disobeying road rules is the right thing to do, significantly increases your vehicles’ chances of a colliding head on with oncoming traffic.

It goes without saying that all this has greatly inconvenien