A Vist To A Big City

A Visit To A Big City

Essay Writing about A Visit to a Big City By Alifye

     Last winter we, a group of ten student, went to Karachi. Our college hand arranged this tour. Our Professor, Mr. Naeem Hassan, was in-charge of the party. All of us had looked forward to this tour. We had not seen Karachi, but had heard from people that it was a wonderful city. In particular we were very eager to see the ocean.

     It was the 25th of December when we left Lahore by train. The journey was long. The winter was more severe than usual. But we were happy, and the long slow journey did not dampen our high spirits.Next day we reached Karachi late in the afternoon. We went straight to the Boy on our way to the Hostel we had our first view of Karachi.

     The very first thing we noticed was that the roads were very wide. The traffic was much greater than that we had seen in Lahore. The number of cars we saw on the roads indicated the prosperity of the city. The buildings were really palatial. On reaching the Hostel we felt tired. We decided to spend the evening quietly in our rooms.

     Next Day, early in the morning, we began our tour of the city. First of all we went to the Mazar of our beloved leader, Quaid-i-Azam, to pay our hamage. After offering fateha we went to the house where Quaid-i-Azam was born. It was an old tree-storeyed building. The room where our leader was born was on the first floor. Some of the furniture and clothes of Quaid-i-Azam were on show in the room.

     After this we went to Cliften Beach, the most popular picnic resort in Karachi. There we saw the ea for the first time. A great expanse of water was before us. It stretched as far as the eye could see. We stripped and went into the sea for a swim. Our professor was all the time telling us not to go very far. After the swim, we had tea in a restaurant on the beach.

     It was now time for lunch. So we returned to the city. After taking our lunch. we felt rather tired and decided to rest for a couple of hours in the evening we went out and roamed in the bazars till late in the night.

     Karachi is a big city. the bazars and roads were full of people. Every one seemed to be in a hurry. the big hotels of Karachi were splendid buildings. They were richly decorated, very brightly lit and filled with the sounds of music and laughter.

     Next day we visited Karachi port and Manora Island. The naval authorities very kindly allowed us to visit the PNS 'Jhelum'. The officers and men of the ship were very courteous. They showed us all over the ship and explain everything we wanted to know. In the evening, we went to see the airport.

     The first item on our programme for the next day was a visit to the State Bank. It was a magnificent building, eleven storeys high. We were conference hall and library. The rest of the day we spent in visiting the National Mueseum and the Karachi Zoo. It was our last day in Karachi.

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A Village Fair

A Village Fair

Essay Writing about A Village Fair By Alifye

     Fairs are the most popular form of entertainment in the country side. People who work hard in their field all the year round certainly need and deserve some rest and recreation. It is a fair provides them relief from hard work, and brings them an opportunity to enjoy themselves to their heart's content. They forget their cares, leave their daily labour and throw themselves in the fun and frolic of a fair. Children and women are especially fond of fairs. For them it means that there will be shops, entertainments, and perhaps a theater.

     Fairs have become a characteristic part of rural life some are held to celebrate the memory of some saints others are associated with the seasons.

     I remember going to a fair when I was a boy of fourteen. I still have clear memories of that glorious time. It was held at a place half way between our village and the nearby town.

     One morning my friends and I left our homes and took the road to the fair. We were still at a distance when we heart the beat drums and the chime. of bells. We quickened our pace and in a short time reached the fair ground.

     What a sight it was! We found ourselves in a bid crowd of people, all in their best colourful clothes. They were in high spirits. They laughed and shouted, sang and danced. None was standing still; all were moving as if they wanted to see everything in the fair as quickly as possible.

     The sweetmeat seller's stall attracted a large group of people. They were shouting their orders at the top of their voices. As soon as they got what they wanted, they were on the move again.

     The children crowded round a toy seller who sat on the ground with his toys spread before him. He was announcing the names of the toys and their prices in a singsong voice. A little further there was a merry go juggler was showing his tricks.

     While we stood there, we heard a loud shout, "Come one, come all-- see the wonder of wonders, half man half monster -- come and see." We turned round and saw the announcer standing before a tent. We went in and saw the wonder of wonders.

     In the evening there were games -- Kabaddi, wrestling, and races. As the contestants matched their skill and strength in the arena, their supporters shouted and encouraged them. When the games ended the Chairman of the District Council gave away the prizes.

     It was almost night when we returned home we were tired and dusty but we were happy.

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A Village Barber

A Village Barber

Essay Writing about A Village Barber By Alifye

Life in a city is busy and active. Hardly any one gives importance to such person as the postman and the barber. It is not so in a village. There, Leaving aside the landlord, the barber is the most important person.

A Village has a small population where nearly all know one another and barbers, being very few, are known to everybody. But a village barber is distinguished not because he is well known but because he performs certain functions that are considered important in village life.

He is no doubt, a professional who knows his trade very well Villagers come to him to have their hair cut and their beards shaved. But getting one's hair dressed by him is no dull affair. He is a good conservationist. He knows how to amuse his customers with jokes, maxims and anecdotes. He is well aware of the incidents Happening in his and the neighboring villages are not hidden from him.

He usually sits in the village centre, Daira, Where men of all types gather and express their opinions, discuss matters, and exchange gossip. Thus he knows almost every thing one can think of about the village and its people. He can be rightly called the village encyclopedia.

Usually, he is the unofficial surgeon and physician of the village. He is not necessarily a quack though very often he is. But the surprising thing is that the villagers have full faith in him. He is considered to be an expert at setting the broken bones, and his famous ointment for boils and wounds is said to be extremely effective. He knows something about herbs and he uses his limited knowledge wisely. At times, his little learning may prove dangerous.

He plays a prominent part on ceremonial occasions on the occasion of a marriage, he has complete charge of cooking business. If he is a good cook, and there is no reason why he should not be he receives a handsome payment for his services. The rites of circumcising a newly born boy are performed by him. Sometinges he himself starts the process that culminates in marriage ceremonies. He has accurate information about the marriageable youths of the village and acts as a match maker. If his suggested matches are accepted by the parties, he is sure to get a good reward.

The duties and performance of a village barber make him indispensable for the villagers. Every village needs his services. He humours every one and is liked by all.

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A Soldier's Profession

A Soldier's Profession

Essay Writing about A Soldier's Profession By Alifye

A Soldier's life is a life of dedication and sacrifice. It is a hard, tough and difficult life no doubt, but it is also most rewarding and fruitful.

The independence of a country depend its frontiers. This responsibility of defending the freedom of One's country is a great responsibility. And the men who are entrusted with this, should be men of highest quality. Only those persons can discharge this sacred duty who are always prepared for meeting all sorts of dangers and challenges.

In our times, war has become a very complex activity which calls for special qualities and skills in those who take part in it. A soldier is a highly skilled and trained person who follows the demands of his profession with devotion and single mindedness. A Soldier has to be fit and alert both in body and mind. Thank God, we have one of the best armies in the world.

The standards of selection in the Pakistan Army are very high. The training is long, tough and thorough. The young men who come from all the part of the country have to undergo hard training. Those who fall short of the required standard are soon discharged from the Armed Forces. Those who successfully complete the initial training are given further training in special branches.

In fact, the training of a soldier never ends. The science of war is always changing; everyday new weapons are being made and new tactics are being developed. A Soldier has to be in constant training in order to be a good soldier.

This is why the Pakistani soldier is among the best in the world, for him his profession is a sacred mission. This was brilliantly demonstrated by our armed forces in the war with India when our soldiers were called upon to fight a five times bigger army.

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A Snake Charmer

A Snake Charmer

Essay Writing about A Snake Charmer By Alifye

A snake charmer. in his loose and somewhat dirty clothes and with a big turban on his head is a familiar entertainer in our towns and villagers. He carries with him small baskets full of various kinds of snakes. He roams form village to village and street to street showing his snakes to eager crowds.

Wherever he fins a suitable place, he puts his baskets on the ground and begins to play on his been people gather round him in a circle and wait for the opening of the baskets. He will first five a lecture on snakes and their characteristics. Then he will speak in praise of his teacher who had thought him the difficult art of catching dangerous snakes. He will also recount some of his adventures with snakes.

When he thinks that his audience have been duly impressed with his lecture, he picks up his been and plays on it for a few minutes. then he opens his baskets one after he other, after shaking them to awaken the snakes. They begin to move in the basket and after a minute or two come out of it. The charmer begings to play on his been and rock from side to side in a sort of eastasy. He picks up his snakes one by one telling their names and narrating strories about them.

Then he opens a bigger baskets and a big black cobra comes out of i. It raises its head and begins rocking form side to side. seemingly fascinated by the music of the charmer's been. As the been grows shriller and shriller., the charmer rocks faster and faster. The snake too, dances to a quicker rhythm. The charmer moves his hand closer to the snake who strikes swiftly. The charmer withdraws his hand with a quick jerk.

The been begins its music once again. The charmer is looking out for a chance. This time he is quicker than before and catches the cobra from behind its head before it can strike. The people clap and throw small coins before the charmer to acknowledge his skill.

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A Road Accident

A Road Accident

Essay Writing about A Road Accident By Alifye

A few Days Back I had to got to Lahore. I reached the bus-stand and boarded a bus. After a little while the bus and we were on our way to Lahore. 

It was a new bus with good, cushioned seats. It was packed to capacity. There was not much traffic on the road. The Driver was going a bit fast. We were covering the distance speedily.

We Were some twenty miles from our destination when we met with an accident. Our Driver was overtaking another bus when suddenly a tonga appeared in front. It had come from a by path and was crossing the main road. The tonga driver tried tor stop the horse but he could not. Our driver cursed aloud in a shrieking voice. We held our breath and waited.

It would have been a head on collision with the tonga but our driver did not lose his wits. He turned the steering wheel to the right and applied the brakes.

The bus went off the road and struck against a tree. There was a great hue and cry among the passengers. Some of them were hurt. One of them received serious injuries and fell unconscious. I luckily escaped with some bruises. We were fortunate as the bus had not over turned.

The other bus had stopped. Its passengers ran to our bus and helped us come out of it. The man who had received serious injuries was laid on the ground. The driver of the other bus opened his first aid box and bandaged his wounds. Then he, along with others, lifted the man, put him in the bus and rushed to Lahore for medical aid.

Our driver, too, had received some injuries but not of serious nature. Most of us were unhurt. We also gave first aid to those who had received minor injuries, but there was nothing to worry about them.

After some time a police party arrived there. The incharge of the party took statements of the driver and some of the passengers. He also drew a map of the site, and completed other formalities.

In the meantime, a bus of he same had arrived from Lahore. We boarded that bus and reached Lahore. 

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A River In Flood

A River In Flood

Essay Writing about A River in Flood By Alifye

Last year, I spent a part of my summer Vacation with a Friend in his village. It was a small village situated on the bank of river Chenab. There were two protective bunds fifteen feet high all round the village. They were strong bunds and has always saved the village form the floods.

It was he month of August. the rains had set in. The River was in low flood. There was a grove of trees near the river. Every day we went there to spend the afternoon and the evening in cool comfort.

One afternoon,we noticed that the water in the river was rising. In an hour, it had overflowed the banks. we ran back to the village and told the people that the river was in flood. I was told that there was nothing to worry. the two bunds were strong enough to protect the village. in the evening, the sky was completely covered with tick black clouds. Soon it began to rain torrents. It continued upto the early morning.

As soon as the rain stopped we went to the river. From quite a distance we could hear the roaring waters. The land on both the banks was under deep. Only the rapidly moving current of water showed the proper place of the river. The Water was lashing against the bund. It was rising ever moment. It was already some ten feet high.

On the other side of the river there was no bund. I looked hard to find the two tiny villages that stood only a furlong from the river. I could not see them. The food had swept them before it. Later, I was told that the inhabitants had left before the flood reached there. Now we were very much worried. It appeared that the first bund would not withstand the angry flood for long. The trees on the bund had already fallen. The Water was eroding the bund rapidly. We rushed back to the village.

All the people gathered in the school ground. It was decided that the women and children should be sent to a nearby village which was situated on a hillock. The men were asked to get shovels. axes and baskets and report at the second bund. They began to dig earth and reinforce the bund to protect the village if the first one was breached. The roar of the river filled the air. My eyes were fixed on the other bund.

Suddenly, I Saw water rushing towards us. The first bund had given way at many points. fortunately, the area between the two bunds was very low. In short time it looked like a big lake. When the water struck the bund we were standing by, it had spread and spent its force. Its level was now only five feet high. Most of us spent that night in a state of fear. But the next day brought us good news. The Water was receding.

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A PICNIC

A PICNIC

Essay Writing About A Picnic by Alifye

Last month my cousin came from Karachi, He was very eager to see the beautiful places of Lahore. I thought that a visit to the beautiful Moghal gardens, Shalamar, would be an excellent beginning to the sights seeing tour' of Lahore. I invited two of my friends, and one fine morning we went to the garden. We had packed a big lunch basket. My friend Shafique had his violin with him. On our way we bought some fruit and ice-cream from the bazar.

The sky was overcast, but not heavily. It was an ideal day for a Picnic. A gust' of cool and fresh air greeted us as we entered the main gate of the Shalamar gardens. A great number of picnickers were there. They had spread their carpets and mats all over the place and put their things there. Now they were walking in the garden. A large number of children were running about in every corner. Shouting and laughing and holding multi-colored  balloons in their hands.

After some time, we found a small lawn in a corner of the garden %Ouch vitas still unoccupied. So we put our things there. A garden watchman promised us to look after our things in our absence.

We strolled' about the garden. It was so beautifully laid out that we could not find words to express our admiration. The beautiful trees, especially the tall, graceful cypresses, the well-kept jawns, the typical Moghal fountains so different from the modern ones, and the different tiers of the garden cast a spell over us. My cousin from Karachi was tongues ties with delight. He had not seen anything like it in Karachi.

We were so absorbed° in the beauty of the garden that we forgot everything. A group of people eating their lunch- reminded us that we were hungry. We returned to the place where the garden watchman was guarding our things from birds etc. We thanked and invited him to share our lunch. He very gratefully accepted. –

 After lunch we thought that a little sleep would do us a lot of good. So we lay down on the grass and fell asleep. It was three o'clock when my cousin shook my shoulder. My friends were already up. I washed my face and poured some cold water on my head. Now I was fully awake.

My cousin wanted some tea. Our friend, the watchman, came to our help and brought us some very good tea. This put my cousin In high spirits. He asked Shafique to play his violin. Shafique did not wait for the. Second request, and played a beautiful tune'. All of us were spell bound’s'. Suddenly a peal of thunder"' broke the spell. The clouds were thick and low. Most of the people had left. We collected our things and rushed out of the garden. Fortunately, we found a taxicab at the gate. A memorable day had ended.

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A MARRIAGE PROCESSION PASSING THROUGH A STREET

A MARRIAGE PROCESSION PASSING THROUGH A STREET 

            In the modern quarters of the city seeing a marriage part) going to the bride's house, or a five-star hotel is., not much fun'. You do not sec much of the groom4 and the marriage party as a it whizzes past you in motorcade. However, a marriage procession passing through a street in the older part of the city is a wonderful sight.

Essay Writing Of Marriage Procession by Alifye

Last Saturday while walking down a narrow street in the old city. I heard firecrackers7 exploding at a distance. Then came the sound of a drum, I did not know what to make of these sounds, but the people of the locality° did. In a few minutes the street was full of children. Some WOH1CLI came out of their houses and stood in little lanes on both sides of the street. People passing through the street slackened their pace. Then I knew what the bang of the firecrackers and the sound of the drum meant.

 A marriage procession was coming towards the street. As the noise of music and firecrackers grew louder, people moved to the sides of the street. Shopkeepers came out of their shops. Everybody waited to see the marriage procession.

At last the procession entered the street. At the head of the procession was a band with drums bagpipes and flutes. They wore colourful but rather shabby uniforms. The bandmaster with an ornamental staff in his hand strutted in front of his men.

Then came the marriage party. The bridegroom dressed in shalwar, qameez and achkan was sitting on a horse. His face was hidden behind a golden sehra. All around the horse were his relatives and friends, walking on foot. Some two hundred mar are guests followed.

The marriage procession went on at a leisurely pace's while women standing on rooftops and men and children lining-both sides of the street watched Ever), few minutes16, a near relative of the bridegroom would take a handful of coins from a bag and toss them in the air. Beggars and children laughing and shouting, would rush this way and that *ay to collect as many coins as they could.

The marriage procession took half an hour to reach the other end of the street and disappear round the comer, As the sound of music faded away the women on the rooftop went down to attend to their household work, and the crowed gathered in the street slowly melted away.

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A JOURNEY BY TRAIN

A JOURNEY BY TRAIN

            Last summer, I decided to spend my summer vacation with my uncle at Karachi. After a good deal of persuasion' my father agreed to give me sufficient' money for the journey. I had fears that he 'might reconsider his decision. So the moment he agreed, I packed my clothes and a few text books and went to the station.

Essay Writing about A Journey by Train by Alifye

The train had arrived. I bought a lower class ticket and ran to the platform. A porter' was kind enough to push me into a compartment through a window. The door had been besieged' by a crowd of passengers who were pushing each other all over the platform.

After paying the porter, I looked around the compartment. It was full to capacity. Some people were standing. Among them I found an old friend of mine. In the school he was well known for picking quarrels with everyone who happened to be near him. While we were greeting each other, the train whistled and began to move.

Once again I searched-the compartment to find a vacant seat. On one berth there were only three men. They had piled' their luggage on it, too. I asked my friend that if the luggage was removed, we could comfortably sit there. He said that he would not ask them to remove their things, because they had helped him to enter the compartment.

I took out a magazine and tried to read it. But I could not read it. I was tired. My clothes were wet with perspiration'. There were four fans in the compartment but no breath of air reached me. I put my head out of a window-and a gust9 of burning air slapped'0 my face. I withdrew my head. The prospect of a long uncomfortable journey depressed' me. I cursed the time when I had thought of going to Karachi.

By now I was desperate and ready to pick a quarrel with the devil himself. I walked up to the berth with only three men on it. Without saying anything, I picked up their suit-cases and thrust them under the seat. "What are you doing?" one of them shouted. "It is not your luggage." me another was sitting on But by that time you are right, that is not my luggage. I beckoned that is not my friend sat clown beside me. The three gentlemen did not ask me another question.

The sun had set, and the train had reached Rohri. I opened and invited toy friend and the three gentlemen to share my dinner.

They readily accepted and unpacked their own dinner baskets, too. All of us enjoyed the meal. I was feeling sleepy, so I put my head on the back of the berth, and stretched my legs. Before long, I was fast asleep. It was broad daylight when, my friend shook me roughly and said we were reaching Karachi in a few minutes.

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