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Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Multan - Travelogue

Scene 1, Act 1, 7:40PM: With two of my colleagues i just obtained my boarding pass for Multan and find ourselves comfortably seated in the lounge waiting for our flight which still has an hour to it. The lounge seems fairly crowded and infront of us a middle aged well dressed man is fast asleep on three seats with his small bag nestling close to his feet. Announcement " Passengers to Lahore boarding PIA flight PK319 are requested to board the aircraft from gate number 14". The annoucment brought about little vigour in the stationary lounge residents as i figured most boarding the 8:00PM flight must have made their way to the plane.
Steps in a middle aged lady dressed in PIA uniform trying to wake the sleeping beauty from his slumber. Her concern was that he might be oblivious to the fact that he would be missing his flight. The poor lady fighting her inhibitions to the hilt was trying to poke the guy with a roll of paper fearful of touching him. I thought of helping her, went to the guy and nudged at him; no movement. I am not kidding i jolted him, shook him yet he was sound asleep. A casual inquiry behind me made me realise i had a sizeable crowd behind me now. In walks an important PIA official who fiddles with the sleeping man's upper pocket and reads his name. To his dismay his name matches the name of the one passenger yet to board the flight and has withheld the flight so far. Suddenly i realise the sleeping man's breathing was shallow i ask the PIA officials to get a doctor around, maybe he is unconscious, maybe he suffered a heart attack etc. Casually they called for a doctor; i grabbed a nearby cup to get some water and returned to find no doctor around as yet and splashed drops of water on his face. Slowly the guy opened his blood shot eyes and took his bag and moved towards the departing gate cutting through layers of onlookers.
I felt terrible after the episode. Have we in general become so callous and cold? Does a human life constitute nothing for the citizens of Karachi who find regular killings, deaths etc every day to not fancy their interest any more? To westerners in their reality shows saving animals from high rises etc..are they mocking us? I guess the way God created us our values, things that surprise us etc have a tendency to dilute when exposed to the same things too often. People die once but their values erode over a life time.

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