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 A Visit to a Hill Station

To visit a hill station is a great occasion. It proves a great relief when one arrives there after under going the scorching heat of the plane. One feels to have been transported from a hell to a paradise.
My uncle lives at Rawalpindi. During summer vacation last year, we went to see him. He was kind enough to take us one morning to Murree. We took a bus early in the morning. The bus ran along leveled road for some time and then began to run up hill. The road was winding with ninny turns come of which were blind and dangerous. At last we reached the bus stop of Murree.

Thence we went round the city on foot. We climbed up and up. There were tall conical trees Like cypress, pinus, fern, cedar and thuja. A part from these fruit bearing trees like apple, peach, almond, pear were also growing. The sweet fragrance of peach flowers was very refreshing. Green trees and plants, beautiful butterflies, varieties of lovely flowers and sweet songs of small birds enchanted us.
Streets were thronged with people wearing different dresses. Foreigners were also seen. Most of these people were busy n sight seeing. They talked, laughed or smoked. Houses were built in an irregular way. In some cases the roof of one was in the level of the front door of an other. Some houses were built on high hills and some on slopes. It was very difficult to climb up and we were gasping.

It was strange to see clouds floating around us. These clouds, sometimes, get access to a room through an open window and wet every thing present there. sometimes they gathered so thick that it became dark around us but soon they dispersed.

Kashmir Point is a beautiful place at one end of Murree. To look at the snow clad white peaks from Kashmir point was thrilling, no doubt, but it made the eyes painful due to reflection of the very bright light. Some people hired ponies to reach Kashmir Point. The ascent has over tired us so we rested for half an hour there. Then we returned to the bus stop to catch a Pindi bound bus. Over tired but happy we returned after sunset and lay down in our cots with eyes shut for quite a long time.

Essay on A Visit to a Historical Place Mohenjo Daro

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 Mohenjo 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 marveled 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 hail 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 marveling at the Civilization that had flourished in the valley of Sind, five thousand years ago.

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.