Essay on An Evening at Cinema

I was Friday and was enjoying the holiday when two of my friends came to my house and asked me to get ready to go to the cinema for see the 6 PM Show. I asked them the seats had been booked, The reply was is negative.

We reached Bambino cinema hall at about four in the evening. To my surprise quite a good numbers of people were already present there standing in queues in front of the booking windows. We also stood in the queue before the booking window for first class tickets.
As the booking time approached nearer and nearer, the queues became longer and longer. Some people gathered on both sides of the queues requesting those who were in the queues to buy tickets for them also.

As the booking windows opened, the queues disappeared to a great extent. Every body was pushing others to get access to the window. A few goonda type persons tried to reach the window by diving over the heads of people.

There was commotion and tumult. There were shouts, and protests, It was with great difficulty that we got the tickets. As we came near the entry gate we saw some people black-marketing the tickets. These persons were either employees of the cinema or goondas who had bought the tickets before hand out side the cinema hall there was a crowd, shouting, talking and making noise.

We entered the cinema hall after handing over the tickets to the gate keeper who tore hall of each ticket away and handed over the other halves to us. A man led us to our seats. It was cool inside. In the dim light we could see people sitting, talking or moving side way to get to their seats. A soft murmur could be heard every where Hawkers were shouting out the names of the articles they were selling. We bought popcorn packets and chocolates. Just a few minutes before six a bell rang. Another bell rang a few minutes later with the third bell, the hall became dark and the noise stopped. At first some advertisements were shown and then the picture began. In the interval we came out of the hall and took Coca Cola. Then we went back to see the remaining picture. As the picture came to an end, national anthem was sting and we stood still. Then we came out the hall to go to our home.

Essay on A Morning Walk

A morning is the prettiest time of a day. Before the sun rises, the eastern sky becomes rosy and crimson. The colour fades away gradually and the sun rises like a great crimson ball. Soon it again goes down and then rises the golden sun. It illumines the hills, the vales, the trees the plants, the houses, the mosques, the churches and the temples. Every thing appears golden when the sun rises and is only warm and not hot.

Before the sun rises, a cold breeze blows. If refreshes the body and the mind and feels lonely. The morning walk itself is advantageous. It cases the stiffened joints, brings all muscles into action, makes the blood circulate faster and makes one active.

I and my younger brother love the morning walk. We start running from our home, cross the graveyard and cover a mile. Then we stop running and walk briskly for one and a hail mile up to Shershah park and then return. By breakfast time we reach home and after having a shower we sit to take breakfast.

We start from our home when it is still dark and it takes one and a half hour to complete the routine. We are so habituated to the morning walk that even Quetta wind or rain fails to stop us.
Once we had a queer experience. It was cold and the Quetta wind was blowing. We got lip hit earlier and started our routine. As we ran along the lane passing through the graveyard two constables Saw us and taking us for thieves ran after us asking us to stop. The wind was rough and was blowing from US to the constables and as such we did not hear them shouting and did not stop. That confirmed to them that we were actually thieves. They ran harder and over took us. They caught us by the neck from the behind but when they saw us they were amazed. They asked us why were we running. We told them that we used to run daily as an exercise. They laughed and left us. Since then I always begin my routine after Namaz.

Essay on A Visit to a Jumma Bazar

One Friday, I and my younger brother decided to go to the New Karachi Jumma Bazar as I wanted to buy some Australian Parrots. As we reached the juma bazar we were surprised to see the arrangement.

A large area of land was surrounded with 'Qanats'. Canopies were erected to make the area shady. The area was divided into different blocks for shops of different articles. There were blocks for general-merchandise shops, dry fruit shops, toy shops and others. People were busy in buying and selling things.

There was noise everywhere. At the vegetable and fruit shops we found that things were cheaper. But on close examination we found that the quality of vegetables and fruits was inferior. We came out of the block and went to see other blocks. Every where business was a rush.

In side the area fenced with 'qanats’ the shopkeepers were those who were permanent members of the Juma Bazar and had got their shopping place reserved. Out side the area there were non-member shopkeepers sitting on the ground and displaying their articles. There were cloth sellers, crockery sellers, shoes sellers, spoon and glass sellers etc. Thellas selling tea, burgers, sherbat, cold drinks and fruit juice were also there.

On one side there sat persons with liens and cocks. In a row there were persons selling parrots, pigeons, and other birds. They kept cages before them in which they kept the birds for sale. A few boys had brought only one pigeon in their hands to sell. There was a noise in the market as sale price was being discussed and fixed.

We tried to buy a few Australian parrots. With difficulty and after much discussion we agreed at a rate but when I put my hand in to the pocket it came out of the other end. Some expert pick pocket had cut open my inner pocket and had run away with my money. I told the fact to my younger brother and the seller. We had to return home on foot for we had no money to pay bus fare.

Essay on An Evening Walk

An Evening is a lovely part of a day. The sun goes down to the western horizon. Its heat abates and its dazzling brightness dims. Offices close for the day and people return home expecting worries free, and labour free hours of domestic repose, caress of loving children and their chatting.

My school is a double shifted one. I am the student of morning shift. At 5 o’clock in the evening I usually go for an evening walk. One day as I left my home, one of my cousins also met me in the way and willingly accompanied me. We walked up to the railway crossing and then took the track going along the railway lines. We passed by Liaquatabad railway station and after walking a few furlongs farther we turned to the left and walked along an other track.

Soon we saw a few men running around a field. Some persons were walking and talking. An old man with a Young boy of eight or nine years had also come for evening stroll. We soon left them behind. Then we came upon some people busy in flying kites. Other people and boys were standing around them looking at the kites.

The sun was now setting. It had lost its brightness and looked like a great ball of gold. The sky was crimson and the twilight looked lovely. Then the sun began to assume pink color, and finally it set.
Suddenly we heard a shriek. A very young boy was trembling and looking at a moving object. We looked at it and found it to be a snake creeping lazily away. One of the boys threw a stone at it which hit it on the back and injured it. It could move no farther but it raised its head and hissed. The boys began to hit it with stones. One hit it on the head and it came down. They continued to pelt it with stones till it died.

We then, walked on and took the path leading to (Haidry place). We reached Saifee polytechnic and from there took the street leading us to Paposh Nagar. In my evening walks I have never met an incident like this so I remember it to this day.

Essay on a Street Accident

Accidents in Karachi are frequent and most them are fatal. In this city life is very cheap. Nobody cares for the safety of others. The bus drivers, the taxi drivers and those who travel on motor cycles a ride scooters drive recklessly un-careful of the results. The long and time consuming court procedure and the bribery save these drivers and they continue to crush people to death.

One day I was waiting for a bus at Numaish. Suddenly, I saw two buses coming from Saddar. Both were of route 4A and were competing with each other, running speedily side by side. All of a sudden there was a big bang and the two buses over turned crushing a few motor cycles and a car with the occupants.

People stood stunned for a while and looked at the buses and then they rushed to take out the injured and the deeds. One of the buses was lying on the side it had the exits. It was too difficult to take People out of it. However a few lean and thin persons smashed the window glass and entered the bus through the It was difficult to bring the leads and the injured out. The injured persons were groaning or were un-conscious. The glass in front of the driver was smashed and the deeds and injured were taken on through the opening.

The road was closed. Dead bodies drenched in blood and the groaning injured men were laid on the road. Nobody could move art injured person without the permission of the Police. They arrived alter an hour. Mean while some persons who could have been saved with immediate medical attention had died of bleeding, shock or injury. A few persons who were still alive were rushed to Civil Hospital and Abbasi Shaheed Hospital.

The road, the buses and the crushed motor cycles and the cars were gory and red stained. Those on the motor cycles and in the car were all crushed to death. It was with difficulty that they were taken out hours after the accident. What a gloomy scene.

Essay on an Evening at Clifton Beach

English Essay on "An Evening at Clifton"

During my stay at Karachi, I had an occasion to go to Clifton, one evening. Clifton is one of the places of Karachi where thousand of pleasure loving people go daily and enjoy. He who does not have a car of his own, catches a Clifton bound bus at Saddar.

Clifton presents the scene of a great Lahore Meta every evening. A multitude, comprising of males and females of all ages gather at the beach. They talk, gossip or laugh. Children run, chase each other and enjoy. Hawkers and Theta walas sell Beetles, cigarettes, chats, mineral water, tea, other eatable things, balloons and other articles.

A wall has been constructed along the beach to keep sea water away from the beach. People sit on the wall and watch the waves coming and breaking at the wall. Camels and horses are brought by local residents. Children and even grown up boys and girls sit on them and enjoy short trips along the beach on them. Groups of people stroll along the beach talking, smiling or laughing.

I sat on the beach wall looking at the merry making people. It seemed that all cares, worries and worldly anxieties have left everyone it was thrilling to see children merry making. With the setting sun the shadows lengthened. The setting sun presented a lovely scene an the twilight made the western horizon colorful. The color, reflected in the water, looked so beautiful that I remained enchanted. With the coming of dusk, the people began to return one by one and soon the beach became deserted. I, too, climbed u the sloping beach and went to the play land.

The play land was flooding with light. Children sitting in small electricity driven cars were driving them. These cars collided with each other frequently. Some people were visiting the aquarium. I also went round the aquarium to look at the beautiful fish, I had never set eyes on before.

From the aquarium I went to the main hail the of play land. In this hail a lot of people were standing. Small boys and girls were busy in different video games. I also inserted a fifty paisa’s coin in the slit of a video game apparatus and peeped through the eyes glass. I saw deer, zebras and lions running fast. I was required to shoot them by pressing a button but I failed to shoot any. At last we were returned at my home.