Essay on A Journey By Train

Last year, during summer vacation, I had an occasion to go to Sukkur. We could have reached Sukkur by bus but it was something tedious as we had to go to Hyderabad by bus and take a wagon bound for Nawab Shah and then at Nawab Shah take another wagon bound for Sukkur. So I decided to go by train. I bought my ticket from railway agency at Gru Mandir and reached Cantonment station half an hour before the departure time. The Mail bound for Rohri was over crowded. Passengers were shouting and trying to get into the railway carriage, since my seat was already booked I got my seat easily.

The train started just at the appointed time. It stopped at Drigh Road, and Malir cantt and then ran for Jung Shahi. I had my seat just near a window and was peeping through it. Vast deserts with no trees or plants ran past me. Gushes of hot wind came through the window and brought with it the grey dust of sand.

The train ran without stopping at Rn Pathani. It stopped for a few minutes at Jung Shahi which appeared deserted. Only two hawkers, and two passengers were there. From Jung shahi the train started for Kotri. Kotri has long platform. Some passengers were getting down and some were trying to board. Hawkers shouted and sold Kabab Roti, biscuits, cakes, pastries, pan and cigarette. Railway coolis were busy in taking luggage down or throwing into the train.

From Kotri the train started and halted at Hyderabad. It was a busy station. Quite a good number of passengers got down the train there. I came out to roam about and see the station. After half an hour, a new engine was attached to the train and the train started again halting at Nawab Shah, Shahdad pur and also at a few more stations. At last it reached Rohri.

Rohri is a junction. It is a big station with many platforms. My bogy was taken off the mail rain and attached to a passenger train bound for Sukkur. The passenger train reached Sukkur at dusk and thus the journey came to an end.

Essay on A Journey By Bus

Last summer, the marriage ceremony of my Uncle’s elder daughter was held at Hyderabad. My family had already gone there and only I was left behind in Karachi because my school had not closed for summer vacation yet. My programmed was to reach Hyderabad a day before the marriage day.

I took my Hyderabad bound bus at 7 a.m. at wood street. At 7:30 the bus started with only a few passengers. It moved a few yards and stopped for passengers who were waiting at the McLeod road corner. Then from Numaish to Sohrab Goth it stopped at every ten or fifteen yards for the passengers till there was no room to stand even and the extra passengers had the honour to sit on the roof.


The sun rose higher and higher and it became hotter and hotter. The wind coming in through the windows was hot and brought dust with it. Every one was perspiring profusely and Was grey with dust. Our first stop was Gharo. There were hotels by the road side where flies swarmed and people spat on the floor. Some passengers got down to take coca cola or tea. After fifteen minutes, the horn of the bus was blown by the driver. The passengers rushed in and the bus started moving.

The next stop of the bus was at Thatta. Here better hotels were seen. Nearly all the passengers got down to take refreshment. I also got down as due to sitting in the bus for about two hours my legs had become numb. I drank a bottle of coca cola to quench the thirst. Flies swarmed there also. After half an hour the bus started again.

The bus again stopped at Shujawal. Thence it ran straight for Hyderabad crossing the Kotri bridge it first stopped near Hyderabad railway station where I got down covered with dust and sweat. I took a Tonga for my uncle’s house and reached quite exhausted. After a cold shower 1 was able to relate the damned Journey.

Essay on A Visit to a Place of Interest

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.

Essay on A Walk Through a Village

Last winter vacation I went to Shahpur Patio, a village in Sind to pass a few clays with my uncle who lived there. Shahpur pallo is a small village far from the hustle and bustle of a city. It was alt calm every where and simple village people were seen on the unpaved streets.

One evening I, with my cousin, went out for a stroll through the village. The unpaved street that wound through the village was dusty with pieces of stones, bricks and some garbage lying here and there. Small children and boys were playing on the street. some were busy with marbles and some were playing bide and seek or Gull danda.

On both sides of the street there were houses, most of which were kuccha. Every house had a verandah. In he verandah we saw ploughs and pile of hay. He side every verandah there was a room where in oxen were eating their evening meal of husk and water put in mangers. We stood for a while near a room looking at the oxen. Then we moved on.

Soon we came to the village main well. It was a very big well where girls, women and boys had gathered to pull water to take home. They were busy in their work quietly and helping each other. The regard, the respect, the sympathy, the assistance they gave each other showed as ii they were from the same family. No young man dared to leer at a young girl. It appeared as if all the young’s ones were real sisters and brothers.

From the well we walked up to the village market. In small dimly lighted shops sat the shop keepers who had variety of things to sell to meet the daily needs of the villagers. As we walked on we came to the village otaq. A village otaq is a hail where villagers assemble after evening meals to talk, to gossip, to sing and to pass time. It is also the parliament house of the village where people, under the president ship of an elderly man discuss village problems and reach at decisions. Since it was only dusk time the otaq was empty with a few cots lying there.

Now it was the time to return as it was getting dark and time for evening meal was approaching. In villages, people take their evening meal just after Maghrib prayer. So we returned to take our evening meal.

English Essay on A Journey By Boat

A journey by boat is very pleasant, of course, as long as the river is not flooded. Two years ago I went with my family to Sukkur. One day we decided to go to Sadhu Bella and to the ruins of Bhakkar. My father hired a boat for the purpose. We all, I, my father, my mother and my younger brother clambered into the boat.

It was a beautiful evening. A gentle breeze, which is unusual in Sukkur, was blowing. We started from the barrage and rowed down the river. Then, I went and sat by the side of the boat man and asked him to let me row. Father did not approve it but I insisted. Seeing me so adamant, the boatman told father that he would help me and no harm would come to me. He, at last, agreed to it.
I took the oars. But they were too heavy for me to row with. So I asked the boat man to give me one oar only and I held it carefully with both hands. He asked to me to keep rhythm with him while rowing. I moved my hands, keeping in sight, the movements of his hand. It was thrilling for me to row and I looked with proud eyes at my younger brother.

We reached Sadhu Bella soon. We got down the boat and saw the temple. Sadhu Bella is a very old temple built in the river just in front of the Railway bridge. There were some idols. Then we rowed up to the ruins of Bhakkar. The ruins looked desolated and dreary in the darkness of the evening and the shading trees. Every where, there were bushes or trees. We saw the ruins of the Jamia Masjid, the palace and the houses. As darkness was overtaking us, we decided to return.
The return journey was beautiful but strenuous as we had to go up the river and had to row against the stream. The sun was about to set and the twilight reflected in the water.

 The sun, a great red ball, was surrounded by golden, pink and crimson colours. The scene was enchanting. I was not accustomed to row as the boat man was. I had to pull the oar with all of my might but the current opposed me. Soon I was too tired to row. I told the facts to the boat man who had got a liking for me by that time. He took (he oar and asked me to remain silting where I was. Soon we passed under the railway bridge and reached the barrage. A little before Sukkur barrage we got down. The boatman asked me to come the other day when he would take me to the place where the river divides into two streams and then after flowing a considerable distance the streams meet again. My father was looking at mc disapprovingly and I refused with thanks.

Essay on My First Flight By Aeroplane

Last summer vacation my uncle who is a surgeon at Halifax invited my family to visit him. He sent the air tickets and a sponsorship letter addressed to British High commission at Karachi undertaking to bear our expenses there. We got passports issued to us urgently and after much difficulty got three months visa.

One fine morning we reached Karachi airport to take the flight. At the airport formalities were completed and we were then led to the Departure lounge. When the announcer’s call for the passengers for Manchester bound NA flight came, we walked down the corridor to the plane where after showing the Boarding Cards we were taken in and led to our respective seats.

At the appointed time, the doors were shut and the plane began to move slowly. Then it reached the end of the airstrip and began to run. Soon it rose in the air and then began to fly at a height of thirty thousand feet. To peep down through the glass fitted windows was thrilling. The trees, the hills, and the houses looked very small. After an hour the plane got down at Dubai. We were allowed to go up to the airport building where there were some shops filled with foreign goods. We remained at Dubai for an hour.

From Dubai the plane took off and headed for Frankfurt. It was a long and tedious journey. The air hostesses served us breakfast, lunch and tea. Some passengers were served with wine also but we were given Coca Cola. Small television sets were fixed in the upper backside of each seat and we enjoyed the television shows specially shown on these sets. Whenever the plane took off got down or passed through clouds we were warned to fasten our safety belts. En the way to Frankfurt we met many aeroplanes flying towards Dubai. At about 2 p.m. local time we reached Frankfurt.

At Frankfurt we went up to the shopping centre specially constructed for passengers. Each shop was crowded with foreigners. We stayed at Frankfurt for an hour and then took off for Manchester. The plane flew over English channel and England. It flew so low that we could see ships, cars, roads, houses and gardens. At Manchester we got down the plane one by one and got our arrival reported at the counter. Then we went to the waking room. Our relatives were waiting for us. We stayed at Manchester for a few days and then went to Halifax by car.

Essay on Scene at a Railway Station

My cousin had come to US from Lahore last March. After a fortnight he intended to return and got his seat reserved in Tezgam. We reached cant onment station half an hour before the departure of the train, bought platform ticket for three persons who had come to see the cousin off and hired a cooli to carry his luggage.

A ticket chocker was standing at the gate. We handed over to him our tickets. He nipped them and then returned them to us. As we stepped in I saw a large crowd. Some were standing or talking. Some were smoking and some were on the move. It appeared as if there was some fair. A few hawkers were selling their articles such as bangles, sweets, cigarettes etc. There were a few tea stalls and Pan cigarette cabins on platform number one which people had surrounded and were buying tea. cakes, pastries coca cola, cigarettes etc. There were some benches on which people were sitting.

After a few minutes, Tezgam was at the platform. Soon there was a stir. Everybody moved briskly towards the train. Everybody was trying to get in. Coolies were busy in throwing the luggage inside he compartments through the windows. There were shouting, callings noises and commotion. Sonic people were trying to get in to the train through the windows. There was such a noise and tumult as if Doomsday had come.

Since my cousin’s seat was reserved, I searched tar the conductor in-charge, who was responsible for reserved seat. He was standing at one end guiding passengers to their respective compartment in which their seal were reserved. We entered the first class compartment, put our luggage it the specific place and came out to have a stroll along the platform.

The commotion had abated but the noise was there. The train was full of passengers. Still the late corners were trying to get in. Some passengers who were lucky to get their seats were preventing the new corners from entering the compartment. Some were quarreling and some were enjoying the quarrel. Some were trying to pacify the two parties. We went up to the other end of the train. When we returned back, every body was inside the compartments and waiting for the train to move. We hurried to get my cousin seated before the departure of he train. As he entered his compartment, the signal was downed and the train whistled. We came out of the compartment and the train moved.

Essay on A Journey by Air

Last summer vacation my uncle who is a surgeon at Halifax invited my family to visit him. He sent the air tickets and a sponsorship letter addressed to British High commission at Karachi undertaking to bear our expenses there. We got passports issued to us urgently and after much difficulty got three months visa.

One fine morning we reached Karachi airport to take the flight. At the airport formalities were completed and we were then led to the Departure lounge. When the announcer’s call for the passengers for Manchester bound NA flight came, we walked down the corridor to the plane where after showing the Boarding Cards we were taken in and led to our respective seats.

At the appointed time, the doors were shut and the plane began to move slowly. Then it reached the end of the airstrip and began to run. Soon it rose in the air and then began to fly at a height of thirty thousand feet. To peep down through the glass fitted windows was thrilling. The trees, the hills, and the houses looked very small. After an hour the plane got down at Dubai. We were allowed to go up to the airport building where there were some shops filled with foreign goods. We remained at Dubai for an hour.

From Dubai the plane took off and headed for Frankfurt. It was a long and tedious journey. The air hostesses served us breakfast, lunch and tea. Some passengers were served with wine also but we were given Coca Cola. Small television sets were fixed in the upper backside of each seat and we enjoyed the television shows specially shown on these sets. Whenever the plane took off got down or passed through clouds we were warned to fasten our safety belts. En the way to Frankfurt we met many aero planes flying towards Dubai. At about 2 p.m. local time we reached Frankfurt.

At Frankfurt we went up to the shopping centre specially constructed for passengers. Each shop was crowded with foreigners. We stayed at Frankfurt for an hour and then took off for Manchester. The plane flew over English channel and England. It flew so low that we could see ships, cars, roads, houses and gardens. At Manchester we got down the plane one by one and got our arrival reported at the counter. Then we went to the waking room. Our relatives were waiting for us. We stayed at Manchester for a few days and then went to Halifax by car.

Essay on A Journey By a Car

To travel by a car is something very pleasant and exciting. One does not feel imprisoned as one feels in a bus or a train. One is free to stop anywhere and enjoy. There are no strangers to spoil the pleasure of being with one’s own friends or relatives. It is more costly to travel by a car, no doubt, but the freedom and the pleasure it gives far compensates the high cost.

My family lives at Thatta and my uncle with whom I stay at Karachi decided to visit them. One tine winter morning during the winter vacation, this year, we started for Thatta in my uncle’s car. Two of my cousins were also in the car. W got petrol at a filling station and started at about 9 am.
The day was bright and cold. A cold wind was blowing. The sun was bright and hot which gave us warmth’s and comfort. After leaving the tall buildings and the busy road of Karachi behind we drove straight for Thatta.

Buses, wagons, cars and motor cycles ran along the road some bound for Hyderabad via Thatta and some bound for Karachi. The road was not very wide but the vehicles ran fast past us. Bused and trucks were driving recklessly.

We reached Gharo where a relative of ours was the manager in National Bank of Pakistan. There we stopped at the bank. My relative entertained us with tea and cakes which were available there. We stayed there for half an hour. The little town was busy and villagers had conic over there to buy articles of daily need.

From Gharo we drove straight up to Makli. At Makli we went to see the old tombs on the Makli hills. The tombs being looked after by the government were not in good condition. Then we went to see Abdullah Shah’s Mazar which was swarmed with his devotees.
From Makli we drove for Thatta. The road leading to Thatta was well built but had two blind turns. At Thntta market we stopped near the High School and thence walked on foot via Shahi Bazar to my home.

Essay On Journey In An Over Crowded Bus

Essay On Journey In An Over Crowded Bus.

 

It was Sunday morning. I had decided to visit my friend Raza who lives in Shandra. The place is quite far off from my residence in Sanat Nagar and the rickshaw would have charged at least rupees forty. So. I though of taking a little trouble in a G.T.S. bus to cover the whole distance for rupees four only. As I reached the bus stop. I saw a huge crowd swelling on the road. They all .made a dash when they saw a bus coming. The buses were packed to the capacity and some passengers were hanging on the rails.

The lucky ones managed to put their toe on the foot hold and left everything else to good. There is no need of pushing ourselves inside. It is done with full force by those who board the bus after us. It was Sunday. So every one was trying to get maximum out of the all route ticket which costs only Rs.4.00. The private buses observed holiday. The crowd was increasing every minute.

As I caught the bus. the fellow commuters rubbed me in. There were only fifty seats in the bus but more than hundred persons were traveling in it. The number of passengers standing in the corridors was in no way less than those occupying the seats. There are eight seats reserved for the ladies but they were all occupied by young men. The old women were standing in the corridor and requesting the boys to vacate the seats. The boys had turned their 'faces aside and posed as if they were deeply observed in the scene outside. It was not easy to get to the exit door. One had to do some tight rope walking as if it was a circus show.

My stop was coming nearer. I started pushing my way ahead. Suddenly. I felt some one touching my purse. I tried to grab him but he had already slipped. I looked around foolishly because not only the money but the ticket was also in the purse

I shouted loudly and called on the driver to take the bus to the police station. He kept on driving till my stop came. He told me that I would not gain anything because the, pick pocket might have de-boarded immediately. I had learnt a new lesson, not to be 'penny wise and pound foolish'.