Kabirwala – is it a village, town, or city?
I don’t know is the answer but dirt of its streets has been more meaningful and inspirational to me than all those places, I have lived, loved, worked, suffered…
My initial impressions of the place go back to the following entry at Wikipedia (there could have been written a lot about the town but then public started littering the entry with personal tales…What a shame?)
“Kabirwala is a fertile land when it comes to resources - the place is worth visiting. Either you're interested in seeing different landscape (ruins, rivers and lush green fields) or want to strike discussions with genuine brains. Make you way to city and it will never disappoint you.
One Caution - walking around the roads in evenings, stay focused and listen to intellectuals deciding the fate of globe on a cup of tea. These are real geniuses who can be found at different places like Arif Hotel, Nadda continental, City More, and loads of other interesting places. Kabiwala's soil helped Baidal Haideri grow his intellectual skills and was behind Khadim Rizmi's award winner "Man Warti".”
The time has brought many changes and these are painful…
Baidal Haideri, Khadim Rizmi, Nisar Sajid, Qais Saleemi are not among us. Now Nisar doesn’t stop me for the tea and Khadim Rizmi doesn’t ask me about what I have written the latest…hey Nisar, I was on your first anniversary arranged by the local press club, do you know there is no town committee hall now and they had to sit around the table on a hotel…Husnian was unable to recite his poetry and Sohail had to help him…
I have a lot to share and say but let me tell you something…It’s my personal diary and will have random thoughts on…
What we are and what is this town about? What’s our take on local, national and global politics? What makes us happy? What I am reading, what I am watching and lot more…
I was sitting in a function many years ago and local singer Azad Multani was invited on stage. He was sick and was (kind of) reluctant to perform due to his poor health. The public insisted he came (with his eyes full of tears); he said, “Kabirwala walo, Mera Akhri Salam”. The guy sitting next to me commented that this bhain chod mirasi was only making a scene. Azad Multani was a beautiful folk singer and died three weeks after that function. Sadly the artist died and this so called dignitary stills crawls in the streets.
This first entry is dedicated to every “kammi” of my town…
God Bless you All!
I don’t know is the answer but dirt of its streets has been more meaningful and inspirational to me than all those places, I have lived, loved, worked, suffered…
My initial impressions of the place go back to the following entry at Wikipedia (there could have been written a lot about the town but then public started littering the entry with personal tales…What a shame?)
“Kabirwala is a fertile land when it comes to resources - the place is worth visiting. Either you're interested in seeing different landscape (ruins, rivers and lush green fields) or want to strike discussions with genuine brains. Make you way to city and it will never disappoint you.
One Caution - walking around the roads in evenings, stay focused and listen to intellectuals deciding the fate of globe on a cup of tea. These are real geniuses who can be found at different places like Arif Hotel, Nadda continental, City More, and loads of other interesting places. Kabiwala's soil helped Baidal Haideri grow his intellectual skills and was behind Khadim Rizmi's award winner "Man Warti".”
The time has brought many changes and these are painful…
Baidal Haideri, Khadim Rizmi, Nisar Sajid, Qais Saleemi are not among us. Now Nisar doesn’t stop me for the tea and Khadim Rizmi doesn’t ask me about what I have written the latest…hey Nisar, I was on your first anniversary arranged by the local press club, do you know there is no town committee hall now and they had to sit around the table on a hotel…Husnian was unable to recite his poetry and Sohail had to help him…
I have a lot to share and say but let me tell you something…It’s my personal diary and will have random thoughts on…
What we are and what is this town about? What’s our take on local, national and global politics? What makes us happy? What I am reading, what I am watching and lot more…
I was sitting in a function many years ago and local singer Azad Multani was invited on stage. He was sick and was (kind of) reluctant to perform due to his poor health. The public insisted he came (with his eyes full of tears); he said, “Kabirwala walo, Mera Akhri Salam”. The guy sitting next to me commented that this bhain chod mirasi was only making a scene. Azad Multani was a beautiful folk singer and died three weeks after that function. Sadly the artist died and this so called dignitary stills crawls in the streets.
This first entry is dedicated to every “kammi” of my town…
God Bless you All!
