The Karachi Walla

I don’t understand a word he is saying. It’s French. Oh. Probably not. Because I can speak French. I turned back and had a good luck at the backbenchers. They were university students, perhaps given the assignment to attend Literature festival sessions and the session in progress was with Mustansar Hussain Tarrar. The organizer just […]

Photo Credits: Dawn.com Fuckin’ Brilliant. Excuse my language here but The Pillowman was fuckin’ brilliant. Dark and Creepy. Comic and Horrifying. Pillowman unfolded it’s many flavours with near perfection. The Karachi walla always wanted to see a play close to the performers, without thick curtains and formal spaces in between. ‘Made for Stage’ understood the […]

The Art for middle class is dead. The Popular Culture is hitting a new low everyday. Few dare to prove it otherwise. Its nobility of biblical stature if one does it in Clifton Block 2. The block which has become a sewerage hole. Checkpoints around the block gifted by a democratic set-up has increased the […]

Yousfi sb farmatai hain ke Ek waqt tha jab log darya ka zikr karte thai tu ‘paani ka darya’ kehte thaii ke kahin ‘aag’ ke darya se ibhaam na paida ho jai. Few decades forward, few would dare to read Quratul ain Haider, let alone ‘Aag ka Darya’. In a population with median age getting […]

The Karachi Walla met Abdul Waheed by chance. At seven thirty when I woke up in the morning there was as little probability of visiting Laloo Khet and seeing him repair a harmonium as Torres and Caroll scoring in one match or Kamran Akmal successfully reading a doosra. So this is how it started. A […]