There are uncountable times I’ve been and stayed to the place I’m going to talk about. Events that happened that night , have happened many times before. Perhaps this time i took them in slightly different way and that is pushing me to write.
On November 6th 2009 i was in Karachi regarding to some work. Something happened and that work was postponed to next day. I decided to sleep at 12 in the night. Watching TV (Useless channels) and reading a book (Some one to watch over me) were two other choices. And then same thing happened. I couldn’t sleep. I decided to listen some music in my cell phone but quickly opted for FM. I’ve been fan of late-night FM radio programs featuring Urdu poetry and Ghazals. I switched to FM 91. An RJ was discussing a topic “Dil To Pagal Hai”. Topic was little funny though but what interested me was telephone calls that were being made by listeners. RJ was well literate though and i recalled i had listened to him 2 years ago. I don’t remember one single male caller during 2 hour program. Every caller was a female voice between the age group 16-30. I judged age group from their voices but I’m also aware of how well a woman can pretend. Every caller was supposed to call, share some poetry according to the topic and hang-up, which i found less. Girls, while on the phone (on-air) read and spoke in a complete seducing and tired voices. I suspect they understood what they were sharing as poetry. It reminded me thousands of things though, but this time i was smiling. I could picture that all the girls of Karachi in the mid-night were in deep pain, crying in their lone rooms unaware of everything else. Me and RJ were enjoying the utterance of girls. The best part was there were some good quality stuff being shared by RJ and callers and the worst part was the seducing voices that made me deviate from the topic. Someone once truly said “There are only three things to be done with a woman, you can love her, suffer for her, or turn her into literature.” I like and experienced number three. I don’t know what i actually trying to explain here but i liked to share.
Later on i switched to FM 101 and listened to my all time favorite program Guncha-e-Shoq. I wish 101 worked in Hala.