Since last week, traffic police has been acting really strange. If you happen to be one of those who take Shahrah-e-Faisal for their commutes, you must have noticed their ‘efficiency’. There are at least half a dozen policemen, dressed in white, at every intersection of shahrah-e-faisal. The other day I got a ticket for crossing the ’stop line’ at a red light. I still have to pay it off. And what are they thinking by placing those huge red traffic cones on the road? I almost hit that thing today with full speed! I mean, give me a break. Why can’t I change lanes while driving? I am not that bad of a driver. I know what I am doing. Sure, they need to control the traffic but that doesn’t mean they can break my car whenever they please.

What are they gonna do next? It only makes me wonder (and scared).

All eyes fixed. All minds fixated. All upon the darling buds of May. Rather, in our case, the darling hot winds and humid breezes, coupled with long breaks in the power supply and horrifying traffic jams in unairconditioned cars.

Summer comes upon us suddely, as if trying to pounce upon its prey. We are covered and engulfed. The Mangoes that were two months ago only flowers that littered my front lawn and were one month ago small green buttons are now half the size of a grown woman’s fist. And now they try to fall on me when I come into the house. I dont like them any more. I liked them more when they were younger and in their flower stage.

But the element in this weather of Karachi that I fixate most upon is the power breakdowns. They come upon us like rain in the tropics or snowfall in the polar regions. Suddenly and with vengeance. Those of us without backup power generators (such as yours trule) suffer. But then again, what is the use of a season if you can not even tag it will severe emotional upheavals.

So, enjoy your summers, drink lots of water, have lots of fun, go to the beach, DO NOT eat paey or nihari for lunch and try to drink Lassi as much as you can!