Isloo to the core!
I have seen people bashing Isloo to be plain, simple and somewhat stupid. Nothing is farther from the truth. It just been original in its making, without any hanky phanky of sort, I guess. I wasn’t born in Isloo like the rest of my clan, wasn’t my fault; but I breathed in more of Isloo and loved every bit to the core. Not until I realized that I would have to abandon it only for the longing to come back at it hard and fast everytime. 288 KM don’t make a difference; Isloo is still my home and it will always be!
Words bring back memories and reel starts rolling again. My childhood – when I used to play with paper boats in monsoon rains, those chilly winters when coldness creeps to your nerves from the tiniests of slits, those ramazan nights when I marched down the blue area every night late for my natal project when only dogs would have been awake, my school and its football field – things just come storming in. Isloo connects me to the world; my family, friends, and for that matter, my own self – everything’s locked down there in Isloo. Wasn’t easy moving away from all.
Isloo is more desi, more than people imagine it is. Climbing trees in scorching summers, flying a random kite, playing bantay and gulli danda (not many would admit to it). Sleep early, rise early is rule. People don’t lie, they don’t cheat. If they brush even a hand with your body, they actually say sorry – things that I miss now. Life’s simple, live and let live. People are more prone to be workaholics than railu kattay. Isloo has got more stuffed mosques than any other city.
Things get pretty rough if you move outside. I didn’t receive even 5% of the pounding in 21 years what I experienced in just 12 months. Life’s been so unproblematic there. Ah, I’m writing more than I thought I could fizzle out. Of the record, I reckoned I would speak up too while everyone’s at it, but things got little deep. Isloo is my jaan, Isloo is my core!
Welcome to all things Isloo!