ship-shaping it along
This past year and half in karachi has been in labour- and all of us have suffered, some like patient mothers, breathing deeply in an effort to get the day over with and others like impatient fathers, slamming it down, not understanding the growth process which must take place for the miracle to happen. Along with the angry rioting crowds I have bashed and trashed Karachi to my hearts content in the privacy of my head but my public approach has always been staunchly positive, awaiting the Big Change, as we know it will happen, eventually, if we hold our breath long enough. On Monday-Much-Needed-Labour-Day-Holiday, as I was being driven to some place or the other, I suddenly tuned in to the many changes we have seen happen over the last many months- roads which have suddenly taken shape (creating traffic issues somewhere else), walls which have suddenly cropped up (blocking the sea stretch on the drive along) and diversions which have suddenly been created (to manage the insane bottlenecks that this constant construction has caused). And I realized that somewhere along the line, maybe not exactly how we would have wanted it but slowly, surely Karachi is finally taking shape.