Being a single person I may not qualify to write about the subject, but then I believe that you don’t have to take poison to know if it’s deadly or not or I don’t have to jump into the fire to know it burns. Point is, do I really have to get married to understand the complications of marriages or do I have to fall in or fall out of love to understand the mechanics?

Marriages for me are the strangest thing that happened to human kind. Two strangers get married for more strange reasons sometimes for the looks, sometimes for the color of skin, sometimes to make ‘Others’ happy as the boy and the girl wants to go with the will of the parents rather with the heart of their own, sometimes in the process of proving love to each other and sometimes for the companionship they never cherish. What so ever the reason, two strangers pronounced husband and wife to start a strange life one can ever imagine.

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One of the few child hood memories that remain unmarked is my uncle’s adult Labradore “Jackie”. We were always told to keep a good distance from him though he was very friendly and as a child I never understood why he was treated as some “indistinct”? As I grew-up  I came to know the reason, a school of thought  believed (in fact still many believes) that  the good angels who are responsible to shower us with the blessings  like money and food never visit a home  with dogs. Only one condition allowable to keep dogs at home and that is if they are kept for the purpose of security. Other reservations sighted against dogs were that they are not clean specially their saliva.

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It was my last day in Karachi as I was leaving for New York in search of a greener future,  I stopped by at the office  to wind up my professional life, something that till now has been the biggest learning experience. As I packed my few personal things including small teddy, Yousufi Sb’s ‘Aab-e-Gum’ my coffee mug etc. While on my way back, in spite of the hustle bustle of the traffic, it felt serenely quiet in my head, and I asked myself, why was I leaving my country? The noisy streets and crazy traffic bothering me? Or the countless hours without electricity? Or is it the incident last year when my car almost drowned in the heavy rains? Or Is it the tedious hours at work? Or because of the family networks’ constant harassment regarding the delay in my marriage? Or the charm of the land of opportunity which America is famed for, none of these even remotely answered the question.

No wonder if you are shocked to read what follows as I am shocked myself too when I realized this, it was in fact the people, the community around. The people I have worked with, interacted with, my colleagues, some beautiful, some talented but all non-sense. None disappointment in life could be this much devastating than to lose your trust and respect for the people who have been a part of life.

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