JOURNEY FROM GYMKHANA TO OCL
Larkana is the name which comes after the Larik tribe. Human Civilization of 5000 Years sign of identity in domestic and in abroad with the fame of Moen – Jo – Daro. Larkana District east border is littoral with west bank of river Indus Mehran while its west border is hinterland where sun wears veil with the gigantic mountainous range of khirther. As a district head quarter is and now divisional head quarter, officers and notable shade off Sweat with different kinds of sport activities. In the sixth decade of 20th century Larkana city delivered me with silver spoon in the premises of DC house and kept in the cradle for brooming. The cradle hangs east by a leg kept on old style outer look and inside aristocratic style Sambara inn Hotel, which is now under darkness as a result of out standing of huge amount of wapda bills. And its west leg is on the GOR colony, dwellers never feel tired in spite of noisy sound of shouting by players during play or with regular echo-sound function. The cradle is always hung under the shadow and breeze of big eucpltus trees. Just after my birth I was kept on bottle feeding and I was always feeling ill and no one attend me properly. In seventh decade my L-shaped face up lift without cosmetics and looking ugly as a result of permanent victim of cool breeze of winter and hot scorch of summer. I had a shirt but without stitch and embroidery in the form of a play ground which fails to attract individuals to see me. My trouser has ugly look in the form of lawn where no one bothers to come and have fresh sips of air during dawn to dusk. I was given one shoe in the form of boundary but, due to constant use and kicks by long shoes I could not keep it intact and cobbler fails to stitch for many years and remained bare footed. Why this happens with me like a foster child being born with a silver spoon but remained deficient of manners as a result of my upbringing. When I reached the age of 25 years I was considered as mature, my silence and stair look attracted worthy commissioner of Larkana, Mr. Aslam Sanjrani and my neighborer relative – cm – parent D.C Imtiaz Kazi as remained a family member in the past, he asked me gently.
“would you like to become a bride if we provide you clothing, cosmetics and shoes but without spouse?”. As my past was dark and shambles and no body dared to see me to become civilized with modesty. I accepted the offer date was announced for my marriage, and all the districts heads and notable –cum – cream class were present for nuptial knots with byelaws. I accepted marriage, then I kept demands that I may not be kept alone like in the past and they accepted my demand and started new membership to look after my belongings. I was given a chest of dowry in the form of membership fee. After passing honeymoon deputy commissioner Mr. Shafique Ahmed Khoso was first architect who prepared a plan to make me from un-cultured to civilized then he took me to beauty parlor. My face was washed with distember and decorated my drawing room with furniture, crockery, T.V, air conditioned and 1st crown was put on my head in the form of dish antenna, to exalt my status. My shirt altered in the form of tennis court, bad Minton and squash court. Again my trouser altered with beautiful lawns. cuff of my trouser designed with flowers and sapling and bare feet were wrapped with boundaries shoe laces were tied with cordon of recruit to look after me. Owing to law less ness I was given two body guards Haji and Ghulam Rasool on vigilance about my activities. D.C Mr. Perwaiz Khusro stepped in the shoes of Shafique Khoso and fails to prove gold smith but put one diamond in my ear ring in form of further completion of squash court, during tenure he came twice or thrice in playing kit with jogger, being my master he never bothered to look after me and my activities so I fell victim to increasing illegal occupants. One evening, with navy blue track suit, without introducing him self with brisk walk around the catchment area of slum from where noisy sound of frogs and insects finding eaching in ears of every visitors, but, I recognized him because, his vehicle was cordoned by armed police man. The man was Mr. Niaz Ahmed Siddique DIG Larkana. He was a first man took umbrella to cover me from all corners. His intimacy and looking after gave my all responsibilities to become maiden patron. And I will raise my hands for his long live. Being a close neighborer he acknowledged to look after me in future, regularly and stay more time with me. I found my self to be tried and hungry as a result of late sleeping. He was the first person to give me bread in the form of one dish party with desert so called music hour in Gymkhana. As I was to remain a wake till 2 AM, he deputed some recruits to look after my parents belongings. At this I should not forget D.C Rizwan Memon and SSP Mushtaque Shah put ito to construct my new necklace in the form of badminton open court. Major Mansoor and Sultan Kandhro feel some responsibility and made my cuffs of my trouser in the form of jogging tract with sign boards. My hospitality and popularity attracted other citizens to live with me. Here I gave advise to my boss, that no body is taking care of my health and dowry which is my only and only assets. Then I was told to hospitalized and stay in intensive care unit till they constitute a Medical Board. And board will give his report in a week about my diagnosis and remedies. I am thankful to my patron being a specialist he consult with D.C Khursheed Naeem Malik gave me a single dose therapy in the form of Officer Club Larkana (OCL) pill instead of GYMKHANA granules, which had multiple side effects though I was facing since my birth. I am now feeling really well due to the healthy atmosphere that kept my self away from slum and ponds which are the breeding media for parasites. Now I hope that parasites do not dare to bite me in the form of unwanted visitors. I am always praying that all members are my floral garland which I wear in the evening and laying off before sleep in such a soft way that no tear or any stigma is found on my shirt. I have hope that no body dare to steal my garland because the fragrance is only my identity. As I am the only observer, so, I have some remarks I want to cough if you do not mind. My door is always knocked by Manzoor Shah and Ali Bhutto when I am in deep sleep, they always fire me with tennis ball shots. Dr. Fatah Bhugio with a heavy satchel over his shoulder full of game weapons with cannon balls comes in tennis courts like in the battle field and he rarely lose battle, I really feel restless over his noisy shooting and hope to his low volume in future? Major Mansoor always come slow and lazy, but, getting neuro-tonic from play and is fresh while leaving. I am proud over Kazi Asghar because he never showed any deficit in my locker. I do not mind if cap: Khalid feels uneasy when he loses point or game. Yes my close Aide Kazi Manzoor Left kith and kin to give me more time, that’s why I supported first Honorary Secretary. Dr. Qaim Khuwaja and Razzak Khuhro recently joined me, but, they are trying to become top brass. I still remember the gift of Mr. Ahmed Farooque who pressed my clothes with grosscutter, color with distemper and did spray with vacuum cleaner over my bed sheet. I miss Asghar Shah Rashdi since a few months and have heard that he is living with my arch enemy beyond Railway crossing and felling swing while passing train near citizen club. Many time I advise Asif Soomro regarding his growing weight, but, I think his track suit feels shy while he wears it. One tall man with Shalwar Kameez & jogger caring uncovered badminton racket coming with many question in his mind about red carpet, but, his slow pace dread and shying look create space to accommodate with hug. And found him early comes let leaving with keen in sports and open his beak to sing. Still I found need of shower and I requested my ancestor regarding my dive. They acknowledge in near future, in the shape of a swimming pool INSHALLAH. I have one problem; if you heard and solve when I am one. Why my body is divided with different names in the form of labels at different places of sports on me, as I am single and caring all without discrimination. For God sake do not divide me. THANKS
In the last but not least I exalt the efforts of DOCTOR AURANGZAIB SIYAL who proceeded my case before the court of justice, as it remained pending since long, he told the audience regarding my life and ordered my release now I am passing healthy life. Now I am happy and pray God regarding my home and hearth forever.
