It’s not easy to find that one word to describe karachi these days. Back in 1995, it was volatile.
I remember trying to be a normal 18 year old back then but it was tough, with all the curfews and strikes and
killings to not feel upset about a cancelled sports days or missing out on so many days of our last year in school. It was childish indignancy mixed with adult concern. Was this the Karachi we were going to inherit one day?
Right now, Karachi is in the throes of growing pains. Much like a confused teenager, she is trying to sort its sense of identity and be who she wants to be. We all wait, like parents, impatiently, patiently, holding our breath, praying and hoping for the best. That somehow all our faith and efforts will materialize magically into something worth the pain. I saw this electricity pole by chance at an intersection in Saddar and it just symbolized what, currently, no pun intended, Karachi to me is, in one deft image. We don’t know whether we are coming or going, but atleast it looks like something electric is happening.