Friday, March 19, 2010

Pakistan Diary – Is Karachi Unsafe?

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Is Karachi Safe?

The Delhi Walla in the fatherland.

[Text and pictures by Mayank Austen Soofi]

It is 7 am. The room is lined with old paperbacks. Tiger, the house dog, is looking out of the grill into the garden. Rosemary, the maid, is calling me for breakfast. But I’m listening to the sound of birds.

This is a friend’s bungalow in a Karachi neighbourhood called PECHS. The friend is in Lahore and this big house - with its three staff members and thousands of books – is feeling like my one-room staffless apartment in Delhi.

Soon the day will grow warmer and I will venture out. Although this is a foreign country and the city is reluctant to share its secrets with a week-long visitor, I’m bent on making it accept me.

I'm trying to catch up with its rhythm since the evening I landed in Jinnah Terminal. In Defence Housing Authority’s T2F cafe, I listened to a gig by the band ‘Look Busy, Do Nothing’. In Zamzama Boulevard, I dined at Copper Kettle. In a Clifton bungalow, I met fashion designer Umar Sayeed.

A day ago, I had lunch in the book-lined house of a poet whose living room was decked with paintings by MF Hussain. Later I took an afternoon nap in the poet’s guestroom. The bedside table had the Urdu hardbound of The Complete Poems of Mirza Ghalib. On the shelf, I spotted: The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova.

That night I stood outside the heavily-secured Bilawal House, the Karachi residence of the Bhutto dynasty. A few minutes later I was purchasing Hillary Mantel’s novel Wolf Hall at the Liberty Bookstore in Clifton.

However, this is not enough. I want to meet people in the streets, eavesdrop on the conversations in the chaikhanas and buy books at the second-hand bookstalls. But I’m told Karachi is an unsafe city. The well-meaning Karachiwallas have adviced me that:

Don’t take out your cell phone in streets.
Don’t dangle the camera around your neck.
Don’t go out accompanied.
Don’t talk to strangers.

Concerned friends watch over me. They demand to know where I'm going and whom I will be meeting. One friend’s car drops me. Another friend’s car picks me up. I'm being constantly watched.

Yesterday evening I escaped. I walked freely. I had French fries from a street stall in I. I. Chundrigar Road. I ordered Coca Cola at Khairabad café in Shaeen Complex. I sat at an empty bus stop opposite the Supreme Court. At the Empress Market in Saddar, I took pictures of hazrats and smiled at khawatins.

In the night, I took an auto-rickshaw for back home. The driver had a beard. His head was turbaned. He said he was from Swat, in the northern region of Pakistan. Was he a Taliban militant?

The driver took the rickshaw to unlit streets. He drove past abandoned parks. After half-a-dozen turns – left and right, he stopped the rickshaw at an intersection and walked to a man standing under a lamppost. They talked for a few minutes and then they both looked towards me. Would I be kidnapped? The driver returned and we again resumed our journey. He said that he has lost the way. After ten minutes, the rickshaw crossed a road that I recognized. “This is Khushal Road,” I exclaimed. Soon we stopped outside the friend’s bungalow. The driver said, “Son, God is great.”

Read more in The Delhi Walla's Pakistan Diary

Pakistan Diary - T2F, Karachi's Coolest Café

Pakistan Diary – Reading Chick Lit in Karachi

Pakistan Diary – At Home in Lahore

Pakistan Diary - The Dancing Girl of Lahore

Pakistan Diary - The Karachi Kartography

Pakistan Diary – Jinnah's Mausoleum, Karachi

Pakistan Diary – The First Karachi Literature Festival

Pakistan Diary – The First Evening in Karachi


Rima Kaur said...

pretty torturous don'ts

Anonymous said...

Well, Allahu Akbar!!

Anonymous said...

is this an extract from soofi's reluctant fundamentalist...

mao said...

I can imagine your tension. I used to experience this with the rickshaw rides I took too - the driver losing his way but initially not admitting...and I would also wonder if I'm going to get kidnapped and raped.

I'm loving your Karachi adventures. Keep writing!

The Bald Guy said...

Good luck dude. You've gone where I could not find the courage to go.

Take care!

zeevie said...

waaaaallllaaaaaaahhhhhh,kya masti hai yaar.Zindagi jeena to koi tum se seekheeeee.I only know karachi through my net friends but..............U to wahin ho.nice post DEAR

Anonymous said...

Your friends are not the right company. They are all the uber-rich types that know nothing about common people but make fuss about them in blogs and discussions etc. Roam the streets of Karachi like you do in Delhi. By the way, more than half of Karachi's population originated from India and they are quite liberal. Have a nice stay!

Anonymous said...

It's Shaheen Complex

Sumanta Roy said...

Hats off to you Mayank. I would never venture out like that in Pakistan. Rther I would never visit Pakistan. You are too courageous! Nice description. Its really good to visit Pakistan through your eyes!

Dont just stick to Stylish places. Try sipping 7-up with local men in cheap cafes. It's hooooooot.