I close my eyes, trying to mask my worry. A million questions erupt in my head. Should I be doing this? Is this right? Is there a way out?
A way out. Of course there is. But I’m already too deep in the maze to back out.
My friend signals me to go ahead, but my nervous smile says it all.
He rolls his eyes, clears his throat and bellows “RICKSHAW”. The loud voice dissipates amongst the noisy I I Chundrigar road. Nevertheless an obedient dealer comes to the call.
“You ready?” This time the question is not the one in my head.
“No. Let’s go.”
My first ever rickshaw ride. I can only hope Karachi is nice to me.
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Living in a bubble has its perks. You can sit comfortably in a furnished air conditioned room, and blog about how wonderful Karachi is. When talking about Karachi, we limit ourselves to a few posh areas of the city, feeding our own insecurities with an elegant image of an expanding metropolis, and side lining the negative details of this decaying Asian Tiger.
But even in this bubble, we are aware. Aware enough of restricting our lifestyles to a few “Phases” and “Khayabans”, and aware enough to maneuver our way out of any horrific situations that can victimize us ad turn into those unknown names mentioned in the daily newspaper. We’re afraid to give the city a chance.
But talking about insecurities isn’t my objective. Ranting has never gotten anyone anywhere.
I had never sat in a rickshaw until about two days ago. Yes, I’m immune to the raised eyebrows and the condescending reactions by now. After my confession to the crime in front of my colleagues, they were adamant to have me take a rickshaw ride, and I was adamant to try my best to decline the offers.
The universe turned out to be on their side when I had to go on a lunch plan one Friday afternoon, and faced a conveyance problem. Naturally, everyone was quick to suggest a rickshaw to accomplish their mission. That was when the stereotypes and scary stories started circulating my brain and voicing themselves out.
A girl. The city of Karachi. A rickshaw ride. The million question marks.
Luckily a friend decided to accompany me (One less question mark). As for the other worries, I was told how the rickshaw’s security arrangements start and end with one jumping out of the doorless vehicle in case of an emergency. Fool proof.
So how was that rickshaw ride? For starters, I didn’t get mugged. I was tightly clutching my purse to my chest, because that always stops robbers from committing the crime.
Alarmingly however, the most preoccupying part of the ride was not my fears about conquering me. I faced different challenges that ranged from the verbal battle that sparked from the driver saying he’ll charge us 500 to an impressive settlement of 150. The settlement was reached after many “Baji’s” and “bhai’s” and “Itnay main done karain”. From I I Chundrigar Road to Boat Basin, my hips hurt because of the hard seat and the incessant bumps that the tiny yet determined vehicle faced along the way.
I learnt many new things that I’m sure I’ll only find in Pakistan. For instance, how a rickshaw ride from one destination to another will cost us the same price as we settle for regardless of whichever route the driver takes. That’s so convenient if one gets lost and needs to try multiple routes to reach the desired place. Or the emergency tool kit that every rickshaw driver keeps next to his seat. Our driver had to use his because our tiny vehicle stopped in the way.
It was that brief, bumpy and enduring rickshaw ride that made me experience a glimpse of Karachi. And contrary to popular belief, this non superficial glimpse actually made me smile. I felt closer to the city than I’ve felt since all the years I’ve been living in it.
What I had done right there was popping a bubble; one out the several more that stop me from exploring the beauty of the city. And these bubbles need to burst. Because Karachi’s beauty- the one that is lost somewhere amidst the skeptical questions- is worth saving.
And so, I’m geared up for another journey, another bump on the road (pun intended). Next on the list: bus ride.