When someone visits a village, it seems that he has
come too different planet. Life moves so fast in city that the residents feel
hard to keep pace with it. The automobiles spread smoke everywhere. Everyone seems
to be running from place to place. He may use a car. Mobile or a city
transport. Animals and birds seem to have disappeared or migrated to some other
lands,
It was my first visit to a village which is not far
away from Lahore. Only one bus goes there in the morning and returns in the
evening. The passengers had not only put milk-drums in the bus but also carried
huge bags. Some of them were sitting on the root. As passed through the link
roads. There were green fields all around. The farmers had sown the winter crop
and were watering the plants carefully. I had never come across so much green
space anywhere in the city.
The bus stopped near a pond which was giving out a
stinking smell. I covered my nose with hand-kerchief. We were to reach the
school. The lane was covered with mud. As we started some cows and buffaloes
came from behind. They ran into one another and might have trampled me hut I
was saved due to my alertness.
An old man was sitting on a cot smoking hookah.
Some children were playing around him. It looked as if life had come to a
standstill. When I requested a villager to guide me to the school, he asked a
small boy to take us there. There was a small building with only two rooms. The
students were sitting on coil mats. They were writing on their wooden plates
called Takhties. There was dullness all around. 1 could not hear noise of any
type except the barking of a few dogs.
There were a few well-dressed young-men who told me
that they were employed in the city. They had come there to visit their
relatives. I was told that there were no marketing and clinical facilities in
the village. I have decided to work for these villages when I grow up.