Last winter, my uncle was posted at Shahdad Kot, a small town in Larkana and I was with him during my winter vacation. One Friday morning he took to me to Moen-Jo-Daro. We took a passenger train and reached Dokri. From Dokri we hired Yakka and after covering eleven miles reached Moen-Jo-Daro.
After arriving at the ruins of Moen-Jo-Daro we first went to see the museum. It comprises of a single hall. Things excavated at the site were kept there welt arranged. Tools, knives and articles of daily use were arranged on one side. Some toys, remains of a bullock cart, some earthen dolls, bronze statue of a dancing girl, a bust of a bearded man, some seals with figure of bull engraved on them and some inscriptions in a strange language were kept on the other side. In a glass almirah, beautifully made ornaments were arranged. These ornaments contained precious stones and were made very artistically. A necklace of ruby found under the skeleton of a young girl killed near a well in the great massacre by the unknown attackers was also kept there, It was made of ruby pieces. We marvelled at the craftsmanship of the people who lived there about five thousand years ago.
After lunch we went to see the ruins. A guide led us along a lane paved with red bricks by the old residents. On either side of the lane there were ruins of houses. In every house there were ruins of rooms, a bath room and a well. The entire city was well planned with an elaborate sewerage system and covered drains. Then we went to see the great public hall and granary now almost mined. From there we went to see the great bathing poor. In this poor there was mechanical arrangement to let water come in and flow out at will. Near the pool some small baths were built where people were required to bath first before entering the pool.
Then the guide took us along a very wide road once paved with red bricks but now dusty with some bricks here and there. This was the main road. On one side, the guide told us, was the busy market place. On the other side ruins of the great palace of the Raah were lying.
It was now four O’clock in the evening and we had to return and catch the passenger train for Shahdad Kot. So we started on our return Journey marvelling at the Civilization that had flourished in the valley of Sindh, five thousand years ago.
After arriving at the ruins of Moen-Jo-Daro we first went to see the museum. It comprises of a single hall. Things excavated at the site were kept there welt arranged. Tools, knives and articles of daily use were arranged on one side. Some toys, remains of a bullock cart, some earthen dolls, bronze statue of a dancing girl, a bust of a bearded man, some seals with figure of bull engraved on them and some inscriptions in a strange language were kept on the other side. In a glass almirah, beautifully made ornaments were arranged. These ornaments contained precious stones and were made very artistically. A necklace of ruby found under the skeleton of a young girl killed near a well in the great massacre by the unknown attackers was also kept there, It was made of ruby pieces. We marvelled at the craftsmanship of the people who lived there about five thousand years ago.
After lunch we went to see the ruins. A guide led us along a lane paved with red bricks by the old residents. On either side of the lane there were ruins of houses. In every house there were ruins of rooms, a bath room and a well. The entire city was well planned with an elaborate sewerage system and covered drains. Then we went to see the great public hall and granary now almost mined. From there we went to see the great bathing poor. In this poor there was mechanical arrangement to let water come in and flow out at will. Near the pool some small baths were built where people were required to bath first before entering the pool.
Then the guide took us along a very wide road once paved with red bricks but now dusty with some bricks here and there. This was the main road. On one side, the guide told us, was the busy market place. On the other side ruins of the great palace of the Raah were lying.
It was now four O’clock in the evening and we had to return and catch the passenger train for Shahdad Kot. So we started on our return Journey marvelling at the Civilization that had flourished in the valley of Sindh, five thousand years ago.
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