Icky goo

sludge1.jpgEvery morning, there is a team of CDGK guys cleaning up the sewerage line here, close to my office. I pass them almost every day. This morning, whilst I enjoyed the cooler Karachi temperature with my car window rolled down, I had a head-on collision with a terrifically potent, extremely vile stench. I escaped the scene with just only a disgusting feeling, but this was the man, that had to handle the cause of the stench.

I’m sure you have many names for this, but for thesludge2.jpg purposes of holding my own stomach contents down, I shall refer to it as ‘icky goo’. For the most part, this is us. Hence, we ARE icky goo. It’s black sludge that runs through our pipes. It’s also the same black sludge that we create. generate. don’t recycle.

Pardon the sermon, but of late, with the work and effort that a few people ARE trying to make, I can’t help but sludge3.jpgplace myself on the side of the problem as opposed to the solution. Seeing, rather, smelling

the sludge again this morning, I found myself far away from the “equal sign” in the equation we formulate with life.

There. I accepted responsibility. Think I’m ready to run for a seat in the NA? ;-)

2 Comments so far

  1. Faisal.K (faisalk) on May 1st, 2008 @ 12:57 am

    you can run for the N.A if u can sit next to the smell :P


  2. MB (kar_munib) on May 1st, 2008 @ 12:59 am

    Alaat !!
    yar mera VOTE tumhare liye CONFIRM but khuda ke liye i dont want to hear the WOMEN-rights RUBBISH (yeah its rubbish) when you get a ministry or something . . . . .

    By the way that would be the ONLY vote you are getting al-light . . lol



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