I am solely motivated to write due to
the Facebook site “I sure want my old Karachi back”. The sadness and nostalgia among
those who have lived away for long was too painful, not to put something down
of memories, so that they can at least feel some happiness in expressed
memories.
This is my own diary of memory
and is not a catch all. A period spanning the 60s and to mid 70s. My existence
revolved around Grammar School, the hawkers, the eateries, some cinemas and a
few sporting memories.
Beginning with the area of central
Karachi, school was a place of bliss, due to friendships mainly, not so much
studies. It revolved around a break, when we consumed a Coke and Pattie, the
taste of which has never been replicated. Home time and hawkers collected
outside. There was the Tek wala…gooey sticky stuff, out of which was carved
features of a bird, or a musical instrument. Great taste. Sometimes there would
be the jungle jalebe and badaam guy also. Perhaps a bit of gol guppa too.
If one could not be picked up from
school due to transport problems, a couple of us would walk down to Empress
Market and Trampatta Road. There were wonderful gunnay ka juice and lassi walas
to quench ones thirst in the summer. Amazing prices also. In Ps 50 all would
suffice.
Till March there would be
athletics practice at Webb Field (now Macro) and my neighbors and I would
traverse through the lines area to get to the ground. We used to live in PECHS
Block 3, so it must have been a good mile plus to walk. This routine was
highlighted by a stop at the faluda cart. No faluda has ever tasted like that
cart had on offer. The tukh malanga in
the faluda – for the uninitiated, the black seeds – were great to keep us cool
through afternoon practice. On the way back regularly one would meet the Pathan
with the bakery sandooq. For a very low price, we would sample his cakes and pastries.
Later at night, Karachi used to
come out in those days and a lot of activity was on offer. You would see a lot
of people at parks like Polo Ground or Hill Park. Then there was the trip to Clifton.
Memory faded yet recalls the cry of “chana choor garam”…a spicy, dry concoction
made out of chana. Clifton was different and the sea used to almost come to the
Kothari Parade. Sometimes one would go into Playland and have a few games of pinball.
The Makranis used to play fuzzball and were the masters of it.
On the way back one would stop to
eat at various places. Bundu Khan is premier in my memory. It used to be
crowded. But there are others. I remember ABC restaurant and the Chinese fare
given, which is not like anything I have eaten again. James Lee (owner’s son)
used to be in my class, so maybe I am biased. Have vague memories of Burns Road,
with its dhaga kabab and sheer maal. Also at times it was nihari, though I am
not sure who we would go to, A Waheed, A Malik or Sabri… Sometimes it would be
Hotel Farooq and its chicken tikka. In later years Tariq Road surfaced (called
Commercial Area in those days) and there was food at Café de Khan, Tung Nan,
Silver Spoon for kabab rolls and there were some great Bengali stuff at Mishti
Mukh (from memory, could be wrong). First time I had shaundesh there.
As we grew older and were able to
drive, we would a few times go out of school, based on our relationship with
the guards. Remember two highlights of these trips. Eating daal kee puri at
Commissioner Office, across from Trinity Church. It’s now become common, but in
those days it was rare and the best. Then there was Chullu kee chaat, in
Soldier Bazaar. This guy used to cook the chaat to where it became almost like
haleem. One piyala was a meal in itself.
Rarely there was Shezan or Café George in Saddar. Both would be quiet in
middle morning and the tea and cake piece were out of this world, especially if
you know you are bunking maths. Pride of place was Sunday afternoon, when
sometimes one would get jalebe, samosa and dahi phulki from Fresco, near Pakistan
chowk.
In cinemas, I always liked
Bambino. In later years Capri became better and newer. But there were others.
Rex and Rio on Victoria/Elphi. Palace at Metropole had great movies. Saw Blue
Max post exams in Class X, and My fair Lady in 1970. late at night. there. Have
vague recall that I saw Hatari at Palace also in 1964, but then I was very
small then. We also had the phenomenon of the Drive In. Don’t remember any of
the movies there, but it used to be exciting to go there, on the Dalmiya Cement
Road. I remember seeing a crazy movie called Walking Tall late at night, at
Capri with a couple of friends. But going to a movie was always exciting and is
totally unlike our download culture now.
Lastly sports. Besides the school
stuff there was a lot going on in National Stadium. Test matches were few and far
between, but first class used to abound. Remember Hanif scoring 190 in a match
in 1970 after he had retired from tests. We would go down and entry was free
and maybe 500 people will be there to watch. When it came to test matches it
was difficult. Tickets were not easy and the facilities stretched. Saw Mushtaq
being run out for 99 – there were 3 “99s” in the match – vs England in 1973. Also
a sad match when Hanif retired in 1969.
The culture was free and one
could move around without fear. No go areas were non-existent and people
laughed and enjoyed themselves, besides getting on with the serious business of
earning a living. There were nightclubs and discos (I was too young to see
these!) and those who went were allowed to and no one threatened anyone else's
existence. This was city in harmony and at one with its inhabitants. We as a city
were not rich, but we lived together and were a larger community. One prays that
those days come back to us again and our new generation can live like we used
to.
