Lyari Educational Festival’ 2013

I dedicate today’s post to all the blossoming flowers’ roses & lilies of lyari, unfolding each and every petal of their talent and skills and contributing for a brighter future.  As I failed to notice any comprehensive insight been delivered of this educational festival held on 9th of February.


Colors add beauty to life. This colorful festival where children participated from multiple schools and demonstrated the colorful lyari culture that overshadowed the ongoing discrimination, other political and sectarian violence and disturbance that has now rooted in Pakistan.

The festival was a composite of baloch and sindhi culture, where parents relished on young girls performing a sindhi cultural dance in their Sindhi attire and on the contrary these young gentlemen manifesting their rewards and achievements in the field of sports (usually soccer).



Lyari town embraces a wide range of people with different backgrounds where the majority residing is baloch. While presenting the balochi culture these young ladies with their fake moustaches are performing a dance for the wedding couple where the bridegroom taking pride of his neatly tied turban seemed busy focusing other ladies around *joke*. A baluchi bride can be easily distinguished by her attire and the designed jewellery that she wears. But this poor bride to me looked beautiful but at the same time fatigued and exhausted, left me wondering how long she has to stay in this position. Though these tiny two musicians trying their way best to entertain. And the small kid around was extremely cuddly and attention grabbing.


Life in interior Sindh also been introduced by these young beautiful ladies whom I found so much involved in their activities that added a realistic feel to the entire set. Also male nursing students from Lyari General Hospital participated involving their efforts in bringing awareness of the expanding need of nursing staff.





The following picture is quite interesting where students jotted down the districts of karachi. Been scratching my head for a long while, did a little brain storming too of me having no knowledge about that blue house jotted at the end of the board. Might have missed being introduced of this great personality in karachi named as ‘Adnan Shah’.

“I’m sorry it isn’t in my knowledge, anything can I know of that blue house? ” I asked one of the teacher.

She was so humble and laughed in response. “Adnan Shah is one of my students who contributed in this project and that is actually where he resides.”

And we both ended up laughing. She knew I was expecting a big personality in return of my question.

Also got an opportunity meeting Mr.Zarkhan Baloch from vsh team with his children gang. He was kind enough giving me a shot. Attaching a few clicks of the stage performances as well. Children been rewarded for their efforts but till then I wasn’t there.




This is Lyari too. And ending with my favourite click here. Adios!


Oh land! Baluchistan

Reading has always given me inspirations and inspirations always makes me write. Dedicating this poem for the ones struggling for peace, justice and independence. Plus the families whose father, son, children, wife and daughters been abducted and became victims of enforced disappearances. And to the recent terrorist attack victim’s families in Quetta.


When the foe keeps raiding, into territories that you own
Courtesy and stability , will never be the status-quo
Then the souls will ponder, stop hovering of right & wrong
Thrusting one towards a sword, towards an ink, that can’t forgo

Oh land! Your mountains & your streams,  your valleys & your spurs
Oh land! Delightful cliffs & passes, besieged by army curse
I feel’em plead and weeps for help, With the lips quite pursed.

They count the days’ spent to kill, it’s the body they can slay
Vision is just not perishable, let’em count night and day
‘Will’ should be the ‘will’ that can, move a mountain away.

Yet the faith if fades and yet, the hope you had ‘ has cast away
Don’t weep! the flowers they ripped apart, the spring is always on the way.

The spring is always on the way.

If blood it takes’ to break the yoke, of bondage & of slavery
If blood is all it takes to heal, your beauty & your bravery
Will coat you with this blood & let you, dwell in rosy gallery
Then nestling within your laps, Oh land’ hug me gently:
“Bya tara chara’n k bya!… Bey tao manara vash nabi” (baluchi)

I’ll live in every ballad and, will dwell in every memory.

Witnessing brutality, Serene sky then burst upon:
“What is it with all this, insanity that you begun…?
Many holy words you read & same again you preach a ton
What good they ever do? , if you act upon them’ a none
What good they ever do? , if you act upon them’ a none”

(Anne Baluch)

BALUCHI PASHK (Baluchi Dress)

The origins of Baluchi culture and traditions can be traced back to Mesopotamia, which is widely accepted as the origin of the Baloch people.  Baluch people have preserved their traditional dress with little change over the centuries. The culture and traditions of the Baluch have historically been passed down from mother to daughter, and men from father to son. (Source- Wikipedia)

Baluchi women are recognized by their clothing that comprises traditional motifs and colors. The top/shirt/kameez in baluchi is known as “pashk” and cover their hair with a scarf, called a “sarig” in the local dialect. This pashk is embroidered with sophisticated and colorful threads, beads, small mirrors and needle work. This embroidery is often done on cotton, chiffon or silk fabric. It usually takes 6 to 7 months of hand embroidery whereas the machine work which is quite preferred in cities takes within a month span. The following dress shown is a delicate handmade Baluchi dress, and is quite expensive as compared to a machine made.

Baloch women living in eastern Balochistan, western Balochistan, Afghanistan and the Middle East have been wearing the traditional Balochi pashk, shalwaar andsarig/gushan for hundreds of years.  Baloch women living in Europe, Americas and Africa also proudly wear their traditional dress. (Source- Balochi Jaamag/dress! Description by Walid Garboni)

Shown at right is recently (2012) one of the unstitched machine made dresses that I have surpassed. One can easily find these kinds of dresses around Gulf Bazar at Clifton, Pakistan at a reasonable price. The idea for this is of-course derived and influenced from a Baluchi dress merely lacking a “Pindool” which is a long pocket that lies at the lower middle of the dress. I found many women belonging to different caste and socio-economic class merrily purchasing them.