My trip to Karachi went well. Short and fun filled.

On the airport I was sitting and wondering if I ever had to come back and live here will I? I thought I would say yes, I have always been so desperate to see my niece, shop around, have fun filled gossips, enjoy the food (that leaves me with endless trips to the rest room) There was a never ending list of fantasies I associated with my homeland. Never had I realised that life is not just this. Once you have kids it sure changes the way you see the world.

Apart from I want my kid to grow up in a more secure environment, I really despise the sick thing going on in the city (Im not sure if it is same in the whole country) “Competition” And no it is not a healthy competition but it’s a wild race.

Which school does the kid goes to, what kind of clothes are you wearing, are they updated or not, how good is your sense of fashion….. The real self is really lost somewhere under the beautifully made, tastefully adorned person.

This is not what I want from life. I love nice clothes and I appreciate people who are well dresses, but to me it comes as a package. The person has to so something with its inner self too. It is the combination.
Obviously I want my daughter to go the best schools around but I need to monitor her etiquettes, her sense of judgement. I just dont want her to be groomed on an outer edge.
And this is all I found about the city.People respect you for what brand you carry, for what car you come out of, for what school your kids go to, how many people you know….
For me Karachi is where I can go and have fun but cannot imagine living there.