First Chowrangi Nazimabad, Karachi:
Where the Heart Gates open!
A nostalgia of 70's and mid 80's
- and our Eid Card Stall
Written by : Azhar Azmi
When my matriculation examination (1976-77) was finished, Ramadan arrived. Opportunity is opportunity. There was no work. Engagement is also a blessing realized after the matriculation examination. Now engagement was there. Happy month of Ramadan has arrived. The boys of the neighborhood used to stall (Eid cards) at the first Chowrangi Islamabad to earn some money and some amusement. Some make four bucks, some have four eyes.
Let's first walk to the first Chowrangi in the 70's. In this age, lovers of temperament used to call the first Chowrangi a piece of paradise because here they saw moon liked girls faces. The reason was the rise of schools and colleges in Nazimabad. Famous girls' colleges were here and still are today. It was noon and at the stop, Seekers of the Yard, stood in the shadow of a tree or shade in the sweat. There were two types of people - one who was a college student, the other was a boy in the vicinity and a man of old age (married and unmarried) who had a young heart. They all felt more cloudy and cooler with the cold breeze than the dark clouds of intense heat and the sunny sunshine. Each one had to fix its stand so that no angle of the saw was left incomplete.Interestingly, the girl who loved a boy one-sided and the boy a puppy If perverse, other boys and older people would not even see this girl blindly, but this tolerance would also be seen in friends. Now this brotherhood and sacrificing nature are disappearing in love. The whole stop was reported. If only I had not known, the insanity that would have been written in the name of Nasir Bhai. In the sweat all day, from head to toe, but no one get bored for a moment. The sweat was smelling of the fragrance of love, but the whole bouquet of roses seemed to be dead. It was a time when the poet said:
Now the perfume was also not the smell of love.
It was the day that sweat rose
Why not sweat? The Gulabo used to come in a white college dress. She used to laugh at the girls' jokes and would open up when she saw them. Now, if you ask to your Gulabo in the house today, you have to die to get out of bed.
So much has happened that sir did not say who the hero was in those days. Look at what Amitabh Bachchan would have done,belted bottoms pants, and tight shirts would have been a bit dizzy if he had come down to shreds. Some of the cricket's white dresses and blankets also come to the stop to hit some hallucinations so that the support of the sports key would work. There was work to be done and there was deterioration. But in most cases, he died, and there was no one to attend the funeral prayer of love except the lover. Sometimes a girl feels that now grazing at her has been enough then she calls her brother in the afternoon or if she is engaged. If the fiance was light, a bully type would have brought the boy along. Sometimes the situation would be tense.
In any case, the memory of the people of Nazimabad is still associated with the first burglary and the arrows are firmly in their hearts. Those whose cases have succeeded, their homes are filled with love and kindness to Allah, but I think this number is worth the salt in coming. At first glance, a love training spot on vacation and if that becomes the turning point, this first burglary of Nazimabad is the nostalgia of many. If someone remembers the facial injuries, then one should have a broken heart. By the way, the battles of this time were very good and loving. Usually the poles, bills and clips were used and if a knife with a head-knocking knife was opened, the boys would run away, even the dogs standing around.
There was also a long line of shops on both sides, with the first burglary of Nazimabad for business, which transformed from Golimar No. 2 to the Sentry Market and to the bridge of Lesbella. Until Rizvia Society, these shops were for gift items, clothing, and shows. At that time Bata's most famous shop was here, which is still possible today.
The market, commonly known as Rizvia Bazaar. It is a matter of time that the president used to have major shopping areas in the city, Bohri Bazar, Central city of Liaquatabad. Tariq Road was just taking its first morning. Enough of Nazimabad's love story now goes to the first business of his life.
There was talk of Eid cards from the morning stalls because college girls used to come to buy cards in the afternoon. This was the time when the postcard of the movie stars of Re. 1/- was found in which sales figures included Amitabh Bachchan, Mathan Chakraborty, Vinod Khanna, Dharmendra, Jitendra, Shatrogahn Sinha, Shashi Kapoor, Rishi Kapoor etc. and among women Hema Malni, Rakha, Rakhi, Zeenat Aman, Parveen Boby, Nitun Singh, etc. were on the list. Somewhere, Dilip Kumar, Rajinder Kumar and Raj Kumar, who used to call Jani in his dialogues., were also found hanging. Apart from these cards, there was a single folded Eid card that ranged from five to ten rupees. Some of these cards would even be open if you had an injured heart or Eid Mubarak pop up. Pakistan used to be shocked at the purchase of cards, which was the largest wedding and Eid cards market at that time. All the famous press did their business there. That is the biggest market for wedding cards today. It's different now that the city is getting married.
We never had the experience of putting cards in life. We had a relative who was also our neighbor. Live in these activities. Looking at them, we also wondered what was wrong with doing this. This is exactly what students used to do in those days. Remember that there would be no shop, but a shopkeeper would place a throne in front of him on the sidewalk. In those days it would have to be a big boost for him. We also found a place on the corner of Rizvia Scoiety Golimar now Gulbahar, leaving four out of the five dry shops and setting up a stall in front of a shop.
The place was good. Now the question is whether we intend to do business in Nazimabad first Chowrangi while in Federal B Area. The most important issue came to the throne. The throne he received from his uncle was to pray. Put a wooden board on top of it for cards and then fasten it with nails so that the cards can be hung there. The matter was not settled. The first day was well spent with this throne, but upon seeing the throne of others, it was estimated that our business would soon be on board with that throne.
On the first day of Ramadan, we sat till night. When it was over, it was night. The buses were asleep on their routes. From Nazimabad to the Federal B Area house, the rickshaw had to be washed and the whole day's sale was vandalized. The company went into loss on the first day. The next day, eleven o'clock reached the business. The throne looked at the relatives in the same area for the throne, and then Najmi (the Late) said, "Let's go to Lala." They have a great throne. Lala Najmi's niece was dear.
Najmi did not know what bandit he taught (he would tell the band later) that he was willing to give up his vast takhat. It was decided that the throne would be taken in the daytime and we would give our sash throne to their homes before sleeping at night. Remember that Najmi did not mention the resurrection of his takhat. At two o'clock at night, he took the takhat and headed for Kashaan -e-Lala. Excessively one-and-a-half kilometers was a steep slope. Arrived at their house, knocked on the door. Lala's voice came from inside. He said to his wife, "Come on, baby. Wearing a hooded vest and vest came out. There was a bulb flickering in the street, but so much so that Lala realized the lateness and rise of the takhat. Lala has become "bhinnot". Even after thinking of Najmi, a common insult, he said, "Abi kya lala is takhat par aa jaein gay?". Najmi also got stuck and said "Lala I said earlier the takhat is small (Lala has small height) but not too small to lie, he would fall into the takhat). As we handed over the takhat to Lala, but on the way, Lala said, "I am telling the boys of Munir to raise the takhat now." We knew the boys of Munir Bhai. The ill famed of the neighborhood. After Lala's threat, we fled to Chowrangi, the opposite foot. He gave 10 rupees to the watchman and said that no one came to take the takhat. Do not touch your hand. At that time, a large sum of Rs 10 was used. The watchman said, "Now you guys go. If someone comes to take the takhat, we go and they , If someone comes to take the takhat, I will deal with them ".
Now come to Lala, Lala's anger was right at sixteen. We fooled them to straighten our potatoes. Lala used to sit on that takhat at night and practiced (Amliyaat). Now they used to act or fool people. God knows? According to the acquaintance, it was said that Lala was a master in enclosing the void but the servant. This is how Lala's body was. The short stature, the color, the hairstyle on the head (often worn caps, the height of the head and the head was also concealed) make the belly light out, the mood very vivid, the weeping. I have seen a son laughing before being buried at a death in my childhood. Lala was found lovable and married to God bless heaven.
Well, the next day, I thought that the takhat was gone, but Lala did not come till morning. Najmi was at home while I was sitting at the card stall. What do I see in the evening, Lala is coming towards me in very happy mood. I knew the ritual of the takhat would be done right in front of me. The Munir boys will be coming back. But Scenario was completely changed. I greeted Lala and replied with a lot of smiles. Today, he had a bottle of oil and a few lemons as expected. They said, "Where is the Najmi?" I said home. It remained silent for a few moments, it seemed clear that he was trying to say something but hesitating. Without patience, they said, "Let's just cross the road and sit at the Dhaba Hotel." I said, "Who will be sitting at the stall?" It was evening. The boy at the stall (who was also our relative) said to him, "Just watch. We come now. In my heart I was suspicious about the throne . Thought they would be extinguished with love and taken to the throne at night.
Arrived at Dhaba Hotel, ordered milk tea. Put a bottle of oil and lemon on the table in front of me and ask, "Who is this Arjumand ?" They understood that I was unaware . Lala said that She is your unmarried relative woman. I reached the bottom of the matter but was wondering what to look for. They said, "Tell Najmi that if she is not married then I should meet her first." See if there is any effect (Asar), or if no one did anything (Jadoo). So old, why not get married? I spoke of the takhat in the middle, and said, "Don't care for the takhat." Just solve the problem. That is a lot for me. If I operate for so many people, why wouldn't I do it? I gave Najmi to my heart to hear if I fired arrows at the target.
Najmi waited a long time at the hotel to come and Arjmand's stream started flowing. When they did not come, they were tired and said, "I will come at night." When Najmi came, I asked what it was that made Lala take oil and lemon in hand for operation. Then Najmi opened the original story that I went to Khala (Mother's Sister) this morning. After telling the whole story of the takhat, say, 'Tell a woman to get married. Then he will never utter a single word for takhat. And how Arjumand entered in the story. Arjmand Baji's angel does not know that their relationship has now reached Dhaba and Lala has started communicating with our Eid Cards to Wedding Cards.
Now John was in torment. Lala rose with oil and lemon at the stall every day and the asthma hid around. My trouble is that every day he has to listen to his speech. Finally one day Najmi got his hands, first heard a lot and then said, "Just take Arjmand's house once. Then don't see the line of relationships. "We knew well that they would stand alone one after another in the line of relationships.
The thought of selling cards throughout Ramadan, on the other hand, was coming to Lala. In the last decade of Ramadan, Najmi was forced to go to Arjmand's house. Lala became very cold and did not die again. I knew he was hiding. When Lala did not go, Najmi appeared. As soon as he saw Najmi asked him to go. Najmi said where? Now the anger was about to be scolded by his particular obsession and he said, "Do you think you are crazy? Arjmand's not going "Najmi said" Oh yes Lala was going to go but today some people are coming to see him. "Lala's heart was out" Am I going to show the circus there? We knew how far that in-laws were from our stall. Like you spent Ramadan. Lala was understood to tell Lala a new story every day but this is a big thing and Lala used to take offense at the disappointment in those matters anyway. There was a loss of cards and it happened. We grabbed the earrings with Eid cards and handed Lala's takhat to Lala just before the moon night.
If this Ramadan were to last a few more days, it was likely that Lala would become Farzand e Arjmand'. Lala would be "Masnad Nasheen" on takhat of marriage. I would not attend the ceremony, but Najmi would have been "Shah Bala". The situation was more than two-dimensional and could be Topsy-turvy.
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