Common sense dictates people should run away from cyclones, but we karachiites are so desperate that the news of a coming cyclone dragged families to the beaches, as per TV channels. Footages from the beach showed men with their shalwars folded well-above their knees went deep into the waves to welcome the supposedly infrastructure-shattering storm; and women, their hijabs tightly clung to their obese bodies, cheering their macho-men from the fences. There were children too: waving their Papas.
We are all disappointed. But we have to make a face that reflects concern. So we have to behave like “Thank God! The cyclone drifted away at the last moment or else there would’ve been a major disaster…and blah blah. We have to. But deep in our heart each and every karachiite wanted some felled trees, a few giant signboards crushing some cars beneath; a few exciting deaths, for instance, a young boy electrocuted while a metal wire split up from a pole or was eaten away by monstrous waves while loafing around in Sea View; some fishing boats missing with their occupants. We all prayed for such a storm, didn’t we?
But no, we can’t say it loud; we have to look glad. So thank god that we are safe.