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.

Essay on How Tourism Can Be Developed

It is agreed on all hands that tourism is beneficial to the countries visited by foreign travelers. It helps earn foreign exchange. Many people find employment because of it. It also enables the country to be better known abroad. Let us consider what measures may be taken to 'develop the tourist trade of a country.

A tourist's first concern is accommodation. It should be decent, easily available, and, though not all tourist care for this, cheap. It is necessary therefore to put up hotels and inns at all places likely to be visited by tourists. These hotels should be of internationally approved standards and so should be the services supplied by them.

His next concern is transport. Very few tourists, is any, bring along their own transport. They need fast, comfortable, and reliable means of transport. Buses, taxis, and trains should all, be available. They should be Well kept and available whenever they are necessary or at a fairly short notice. In hot countries, it may be necessary to provide air-conditioned coaches, taxi, and buses for the tourists. As this may be very expensive to do, the governments themselves should maintain such vehicles or subsidies their maintenance by travel agencies.

The tourist usually come to see sights, so stay at health resorts, or to pursue further studies. Pamphlets and hand-outs listing such facilities should be brought out and distributed in foreign countries through the diplomatic mission abroad. The national tourist organization should take whatever other measures they can take to advertise the places of tourist' interest in their countries. This could be done by means of short documentary films displayed abroad or through advertisement in newspapers' and magazines having international readership. Historical monuments should be kept in proper repair and all possible information about them including view-cards, etc. should be available on site for the visitor to read, see, or buy.

But it is people that can attract tourist most of all. Taxi drivers, for example can create such good impression on the tourist they carry about that the tourist will go home and plead with their compatriots to visit the country concerned. Poor services rendered will only lead to fewer tourists arriving in future. The 'prices of goods in the shops patronized by tourists and the behaviour of shopkeeper, salesmen and saleswomen are equally important factors in the development of tourists trade. Availability of fully qualified guides who know the language of group they are taking round is important, too. The customs and immigration authorities at the sea-ports or airports can annoy or please tourist. Hoteliers and their employees too can give the tourists good time they deserve.

And much more important than all these people are the common people. They do no direct business with tourists. But they must remember that these people are paying guests who add immensely to the national wealth of their countries. Tourism should not be the concern only of the people who directly deal with tourists but of everybody in the country. Its importance should be brought to the notice of everybody.