By The Admins Of
A Beautiful Motor Ride
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A Beautiful Motor Ride
There is a great pleasure in
travelling by motor-car, especially if you travel in the company of your
friends. In a train you are shut up, and often have to be for hours, in the
company of strangers whom you do not know at all. Then a train can stop only at
fixed stations. Again, in a train you cannot enjoy the sights and sounds of the
cities you pass on your way. But in a motor-car you do not feel imprisoned. You
are free to take what road you like. You can drive as fast or as slow as you
like. You can stop where-ever you like and can visit the prettiest parts of the
countries you pass. Are not these things really enjoyable, and especially in
the company of friends? These are the pleasures which travelling by motor-car
gives us.
Sometime ago I drove with three
friends from Karachi to Thatta a drive of about sixty miles. We started early
in the morning, and had soon left the noisy streets and smoky town behind, and
found ourselves in the open. A minute later we had
a fleeting glimpse of the beautiful bungalows of newly developed housing
societies of Karachi. We also enjoyed a sight of the barracks of the soldiers
stationed at Malir Cantonment.
From there it was a straight
run. Waving fields stretched away on either side of the road. The nature was at
its very best. We were enjoying the different scenes and sights of nature.
Everything on the way attracted our attention. The clam and peaceful atmosphere
of the country side was captivating. Complete silence prevailed everywhere. It
was for us, a pleasurable experience. We stopped wherever we liked. We even got
down of the car at different spots to enjoy the natural beauty to the full.
After couple of hour’s drive
we reached Bhambore, a place of historical interest. A small museum was there.
At the back of it we saw a dry, barren and sandy land. The scenery was wild and
at places even dreary.
After staying there for about
fifteen minutes, we took the road leading to Thatta. We drove through the fine
streets of the town to a hotel, where we had a welcome wash, and still more
welcome tea. After taking some rest, we moved freely wherever we liked. We
enjoyed the sight of the gleaming towers and minerats of the Shahi Mosque,
built by Shahjahan. We also saw the site of the burial ground where thousands
belonging to the Mughal royal families were buried. It looked like the “City of
the Dead”.
The return drive was equally enjoyable. It was
now night. Sometimes we found it difficult to find the right way. Even to-day I
enjoy the memory of that pleasant drive.
