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A Descriptive Essay on Pakistan:
Passing through the Pakistani streets is no small feat. Apart from the strategically placed potholes that provide you the most exotic sensations of pain and delightful opportunities to curse the administration, you also have to deal with the most excitable and patently irritable comrades upon the journey who shall jostle you up, bump into you or goggle at you like a museum master-piece. Heaven forbid if you happen to belong to a potentially sophisticated background, for it is quite certain that you will be left stark raving mad after the first three encounters or three millimetres, whichever is earlier. And of course you also have to go through the “Professional Jobless”.
They come in a wide assortment of ages, sizes, types and especially genders. The youngest such personality is most probably the “Sleeping Baby”, a virtually unconscious young professional quietly lying in the arms of “The Desperate Mother” while she makes up the most wretched features she can imagine on her bloated face to claim she is hungry.
Then there is an overwhelming class of “The Disabled” which for scientific simplicity can be divided into two sub-categories “Mentally-Challenged” and the “Physically Challenged”. The “Mentally Challenged” are a rather interesting off-shoot of the ordinary Homo Sapiens who, though appear to have lesser IQ level than a street lamp, are able to effectively differentiate between a piece of paper and a currency note along with the surprising ability to identify ,by mere sight, smell or equivalent, the most potential benefactors rather like the “The Blind Man” in the “Physically Challenged” category which itself is no less alarming.
The “Physically Challenged” is a collection of anatomical defects that deftly beat human intelligence and medical knowledge, and that is saying something for I have personally met an astounding young man who claimed to have what he called “The Dividing Stones”. They were, he asserted, positively incurable and with great regret he had to undergo a surgery every month to remove them. Unfortunately, he told me rather tearfully, left their offspring behind which sprung up again.
Polio Eradication in Pakistan is apparently all a great hoax for every major city’s each square has at least two dozen gentlemen on wheelchairs with seemingly twisted legs, claiming to be ailed by the dreaded polio. But of course close-examination is quite a huge invasion of the gentleman’s privacy, so if it is not quite a big problem then would you please take his word and if your breathtakingly generous heart would subsequently permit then would you mind imparting with some of your change to the poor man.
Next come the actual professional in the “Professional Jobless”. Their vanity does not allow them to spread their hands like their counterparts so they would with no warning or whatsoever suddenly begin to clean your car; entertain your already hyper-excited child to a whole new level of infantile extreme; shovel a balloon or a hair-clip down your hands and then using the most reproachful yet outrageous voice demand money for the goods or services you just received. If you are a decent, well-to-do person who wishes to avoid some negative publicity among fellow travellers you will do exactly as he says or if you happen to be a more experienced warrior of such encounters you shall politely request him to get lost and in return obtain a totally free service of the choicest expletives ever aimed at you.
It would be a great injustice not to mention the rulers of our streets, The Traffic Police constables. These valiant heroes can actually extricate money from even the aforementioned but that is nothing. Of all the people you shall ever encounter on your journey they are irrefutable. No ordinary mortal can dare to intercede the demand of money that has befallen upon him for the law tends to get rather sensitive as soon as you raise a pathetic attempt to negotiate.
Yet through these perilous paths the courageous Pakistanis traverse every day without fear (this lack of fear actually leads to a lot of problems but that is another thing) and without a care in the world (this apparent carelessness too is a potential source of frequent trouble but that is another subject). To the day the streets remain colourful and bright, not by the streetlights (they do not work anyway) nor by their beauty (which is a bit non-existent), but by the very presence of their users.
Passing through the Pakistani streets is no small feat. Apart from the strategically placed potholes that provide you the most exotic sensations of pain and delightful opportunities to curse the administration, you also have to deal with the most excitable and patently irritable comrades upon the journey who shall jostle you up, bump into you or goggle at you like a museum master-piece. Heaven forbid if you happen to belong to a potentially sophisticated background, for it is quite certain that you will be left stark raving mad after the first three encounters or three millimetres, whichever is earlier. And of course you also have to go through the “Professional Jobless”.
They come in a wide assortment of ages, sizes, types and especially genders. The youngest such personality is most probably the “Sleeping Baby”, a virtually unconscious young professional quietly lying in the arms of “The Desperate Mother” while she makes up the most wretched features she can imagine on her bloated face to claim she is hungry.
Then there is an overwhelming class of “The Disabled” which for scientific simplicity can be divided into two sub-categories “Mentally-Challenged” and the “Physically Challenged”. The “Mentally Challenged” are a rather interesting off-shoot of the ordinary Homo Sapiens who, though appear to have lesser IQ level than a street lamp, are able to effectively differentiate between a piece of paper and a currency note along with the surprising ability to identify ,by mere sight, smell or equivalent, the most potential benefactors rather like the “The Blind Man” in the “Physically Challenged” category which itself is no less alarming.
The “Physically Challenged” is a collection of anatomical defects that deftly beat human intelligence and medical knowledge, and that is saying something for I have personally met an astounding young man who claimed to have what he called “The Dividing Stones”. They were, he asserted, positively incurable and with great regret he had to undergo a surgery every month to remove them. Unfortunately, he told me rather tearfully, left their offspring behind which sprung up again.
Polio Eradication in Pakistan is apparently all a great hoax for every major city’s each square has at least two dozen gentlemen on wheelchairs with seemingly twisted legs, claiming to be ailed by the dreaded polio. But of course close-examination is quite a huge invasion of the gentleman’s privacy, so if it is not quite a big problem then would you please take his word and if your breathtakingly generous heart would subsequently permit then would you mind imparting with some of your change to the poor man.
Next come the actual professional in the “Professional Jobless”. Their vanity does not allow them to spread their hands like their counterparts so they would with no warning or whatsoever suddenly begin to clean your car; entertain your already hyper-excited child to a whole new level of infantile extreme; shovel a balloon or a hair-clip down your hands and then using the most reproachful yet outrageous voice demand money for the goods or services you just received. If you are a decent, well-to-do person who wishes to avoid some negative publicity among fellow travellers you will do exactly as he says or if you happen to be a more experienced warrior of such encounters you shall politely request him to get lost and in return obtain a totally free service of the choicest expletives ever aimed at you.
It would be a great injustice not to mention the rulers of our streets, The Traffic Police constables. These valiant heroes can actually extricate money from even the aforementioned but that is nothing. Of all the people you shall ever encounter on your journey they are irrefutable. No ordinary mortal can dare to intercede the demand of money that has befallen upon him for the law tends to get rather sensitive as soon as you raise a pathetic attempt to negotiate.
Yet through these perilous paths the courageous Pakistanis traverse every day without fear (this lack of fear actually leads to a lot of problems but that is another thing) and without a care in the world (this apparent carelessness too is a potential source of frequent trouble but that is another subject). To the day the streets remain colourful and bright, not by the streetlights (they do not work anyway) nor by their beauty (which is a bit non-existent), but by the very presence of their users.
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