faulker072

A Street Accidents English Essay on "A Street Accidents" 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 an...

A Picnic at a Sea Side English Essay on "A Picnic at a Sea Side" Last summer, when I was at Karachi, my uncle decided to go to Paradise Point for an outing (for picnic). We hired a bus for the entire day and reached there at 8 in the morning. We hired a hut there, took our breakfast consisting of toasts, Jam and tea and bought fresh water from some local resident at rupees ten a tin. Then ‘I, with my cousins, went for a stroll along the shore. We collected shells of different types and colors. Some conches were also collected. We talked of waves, storm, ships whales and sharks. Waves after waves came and wetted our feet which were without shoes. We moved a few steps up the beach but the waves chased us. By and by it was full tide. After the stroll we decided to bathe but uncle did not allows us. He told us that the sea was high and stormy and it was not advisable to bathe. Reluctantly, we sat on the sand by the hut and played ludo for some time. Tired of ludo, we again went...

An Evening at Clifton 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 st...

A Visit through Saddar English Essay on "A Visit through Saddar" Saddar is the oldest market of Karachi. Once it was considered the main market of Karachi and despite the construction of a number of very attractive and big ones, Saddar has not lost its importance. A visit to Saddar is always exciting. All the daylong the streets are crowded with visitors, buyers, hawkers, and others. The foot paths of all the roads passing through Saddar are occupied by vendors and shopkeepers selling all kinds of goods, and it gets so congested that one has to make one’s way through with difficulty. The main road is always congested with buses, cars, Taxis and motor cycles. As evening approaches, Saddar becomes livelier and livelier. It gets over crowded every where. Restaurants are filled with people busy in talking, laughing, eating and drinking. Nearly all the shops are crowded with buyers. Neonsigns, coloured bulbs and tube lights of different colors make Saddar look like a fancy place....

A Walk Through a Village English Essay on "A Walk Through a Village" Last winter vacation I went to Shahpur Patio, a village in Sind to pass a few clays with my uncle who lived there. Shahpur pallo is a small village far from the hustle and bustle of a city. It was alt calm every where and simple village people were seen on the unpaved streets. One evening I, with my cousin, went out for a stroll through the village. The unpaved street that wound through the village was dusty with pieces of stones, bricks and some garbage lying here and there. Small children and boys were playing on the street. some were busy with marbles and some were playing bide and seek or Gull danda. On both sides of the street there were houses, most of which were kuccha. Every house had a verandah. In he verandah we saw ploughs and pile of hay. He side every verandah there was a room where in oxen were eating their evening meal of husk and water put in mangers. We stood for a while near a room lookin...