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Summers have long seemed the mostpaper and wood in the trash, warming themselves
appropriate time for love's beginning to writersin the early morning chill, others would be seated
and poets. Even though Karachi's own summersinside a dhaba (small inn-like restaurant) serving
aren't exactly close to that poetic idealoily parathas with tea for breakfast. 'Garam chai
(yesterday's maximum recorded temperatureaur paratha lelo, aik dam garam lelo' (Get hot tea
was 36 C, humidity was not as high at 29% butwith bread, get it real hot) use to be their waiter's
the load shedding schedule, at least in my locality,loud call in Urdu. The dhaba still serves aik dam
ran from 7 PM to 10 PM), but the character andgaram chai aur paratha, but a new juice stand had
spirit of some of Karachi's worst effected citizensemerged now within their inn; 'Tazza keeno aur
to take into their stride, any and everything theganney ka juice lelo, aik dam tazza lelo' ('Get fresh
summer season offers, is not to beorange and sugarcane juice, get it real fresh') is
underestimated. Yesterday was back-to-schoolnow aptly the waiter's new call.
day for me and after nearly a month and half ofIn the afternoon, this time on the way back from
post exam holidays, when I went back to mycollege, lemon juice had been added to the dhaba
college yesterday, that determination to enjoymenu; the Walls ice-cream walla's (ice-cream
the summer, despite its many tests, was at fullman's) businesses was going stronger then the
display.makkai walla's (roasted corn seller), and some of
The morning's van journey would see the vanthe little kids who were playing around in the
driver return to play, customarily in maximummorning, were still playing, seemingly unfazed by
pitch, the same old dance remixes of the eventhe heat, running around after a stray cat in the
older Indian music numbers from thearea. Still bare foot, still only half dressed.
black-and-white era (oh how I miss now theIn the relative comforts of our air conditioned
wonderful days of Muharram, the Islamic monthresidences and cars, our sun-glasses and
when Shia Muslims mourn the martyrdom of thesun-blocks covered bodies, as we continue to
Prophet Muhammad's grandson Hazrat Ali, and nowhine about the heat, I thought, on the way
music is hence played in 'religious respect', and myback, eves dropping shamelessly on the
ears spared of this aberrant noise pollution).conversation of two of my batch matches going
Then there would be the familiar faces of oldback home in their own private cars, may be we
friends and returning seniors, and amongst us all,miss out on the real joie de vivre of the summer
some fresh juniors as well. The fashion trends,that those kids are able to enjoy.
even a style-impassive person like my self couldThe hazards of playing on busy streets, and of
sense, had already changed to some extent;running around bare foot in environmentally
shirts were shorter (and tighter) still for the girls,adverse conditions not withstanding, there was an
and closing the top few buttons of your shirt wasunquestionable bliss that you could see reflecting
seemingly a fashion crime for the boys (and therewithin their eyes. May be it was just the blithe of
I was thinking one of the easier ways to avoidtheir childhood which has made me nostalgic; may
complete dehydration in this weather was tobe I'm just jealous, of those kids I saw in Azam
adjust your clothing for minimum sun exposure).Basti, and then a few more opposite sea view
But the surest indicator of summer's arrival cameyesterday, taking a free of cost dip in a pound of
as we neared the college hospital in Azam Basti.accumulated rain water to cool off, jealous that
This disparity between rich and poor in this localitycan't even find an inflatable swimming pool to
is quintessential sub-urban Karachi all year round,accommodate my size, that I wont be having
but especially in the summers.summer holidays this time either, that I can't
Huge, two story houses, with latest model carsseem to enjoy the summer like those kids were
standing outside them can be seen as you drivedoing.
past the broken and sewerage inundated roads inIts worth asking if perhaps, its true, that we've
one lane, and almost as huge piles of accumulatedgrown so frustrated by the trails and tribulations
garbage meet your eye as you go into the nextof the summer, the scorching heat, the worsening
lane, which incidentally also leads into our college'straffic, the power outages, the post rain floods,
clinical facility. Much smaller, unpainted cementedand much more, that we've forgotten how to
houses are seen in these parts, the roads hereenjoy the harvests of the summer, the mango
are less bumpy and ironically aren't flooded byseason, great new lawn sales, and the actual
over flowing gutters either, but there aren't manywarmth and sunshine it self. We may find the
cars. Pathan men on foot inhabit these lanes, andconstant heat a pain, but in other parts of the
the varied kaleidoscope of views on offer, eachworld, say London, for instance, people actually
tells its own unique story.celebrate when the sun peaks through the clouds.
Back in December when we came here in theMay be we take things for granted. May be we
mornings, there would be little groups of menforget that hell will be hotter. Either way, the
standing around fires ignited out of the abundantsummer is here. Seasons greetings everyone.