Whirlwind day – started early in the morning with a trip to my old school. St Josephs Convent High School Karachi – I returned after 25 years. I had left for Paris when I was in class 7 but my formative years were spent in SJCHS. Very emotional experience to walk through the gate. To meet the Sisters who had taught me how to write, talk, and walk! Sister Zenia, Sister Margaret …The staff room was a delight. The same teachers who truly had not aged substantially after 25 years! The milk toffees from the tuck shop except Abdullah had passed away and so had Francis the gate keeper. The buildings looked as grand as they did then. They were well maintained. Here was an institution which had not deteriorated. Which was the way I had left it. I went to see the principal of the college as well. i speak there tomorrow. Looking forward to that.
By 10am I was back and enroute Manora with my father Senator Memon to visit the FG school whose walls had collapsed and killed 4 children few days back. Spending time with my father is great learning process from all points of views. What struck me about the handshake between navy and civilians in the middle of Manora was that we need to bridge the gap.
Press conference on issues of national security at the Karachi Press Club with my father. It was my first press conference with my father and it was a real honour for me. I spoke on India mostly whilst he handled the rest. My chacha was a journalist and the Karachi Press Club was a second home to him. he passed away a few years back and to see the room which has been dedicated to him and to see where he spent many of his days was an emotional experience for me. He was a man whose political views bordered on communism and who had a heart of gold.
Iftar with PML Women’s wing.
Dinner with the Governor and President Musharraf and his friends at the Governor house Karachi.
Ankahi Samaa TV with a member of the informed youth who took all her frustration of the failed state the country is in on me. I tried to launch my shadow cabinet idea but the lady in question was in a different mood – it was punch marvi day and I was a punching bag. Its ok. I have truly done my maximum in the last 6 months of parliament in terms of policy corrective action plans especially for foreign affairs, environment and economics. And like I said despite that I have failed to solve the problems of all Pakistanis. eventhough I am opposition and currently I cant help by fixing issues, I can only drive govt to fixing by talking issues and solutions. Its also true that people dont care about whether you are opposition or govt. They see you and they want their problems resolved- especially the day to day ones solved. What they dont realize is that there are separate empowerments for govt and opposition. Certainly the issues such as – cheaper food – cheaper petrol – better law and order – better civic amenities like clean drinking water – better educataion have not been handled to the satisfaction of the people. Our govt did a lot more development work than previous govts but it is not good enough- I accept we have a lot of work in front of us. I dont give up – Its important to keep talking to youth because they are the future of this country. Its important to keep listening to their frustration. They need an outlet and we politicans need to get away from our power politics and spend time driving their energies into constructive activities. Policy issues and strategic vision are most important too. One cant leave that and go and clean streets as MNA. It needs to be a balance. I am glad I went because I am sure having had the punching bag experience will make me stronger.
Next was a get together in the heart of Karachi with fellow parliamentarians and other friends – Malpuras (traditional pancakes with malai) at Boulton market – ancestral home – Sitting on the road side eating the best malpuras was the most real Karachi expereince anyone can have. As i watched the fan club gathering around Nazim Karachi whilst he tried to enjoy his malpuras i thought about the fact that he had worked hard. We were from different political parties but we had the same tasks – people had the same expectations from all of us – We all had a role to play in resolving the issues.