I have very fond memories from my childhood. Lots of running around, climbing trees, playing outside till the face burnt and the legs hurt. We weren’t the tech savvy generation, our pleasures were simple. In the evenings we had few choices on the tele, PTV being the only channel till I was about 12. The PTV drama was not entertainment it was a ritual, streets would go quiet the day a famous tele play was to be aired, everything was arranged accordingly. Then there was Eid, the special plays and telecasts that I remember watching most of the three days as a child.In this telecast there would be a special comedy play more awaited for than the others. I saw the drama “Rozee”, as a young kid, It was an adaptation of a western play. I can still recall the dialogues of that play, how I felt wonder at his transformation from a guy to a woman (A rare and dangerous phenomenon in the Zia Regime). Then there was another one called the “Eid Train”, one of my absolute favourites as a kid. “Munnay kay abba” would come to his wife’s aid, hanging outside the train; hilarious stuff. As I grew older so did the tele culture, I saw Moin change his skin like a chameleon opposite the talented Anwar Maqsood and Bushra Ansari on countless occasions, cloaking social messages in irony and humour, effortlessly.
Moin Akhtar symbolised another era of performance and dedication. To me he symbolizes my childhood. When I think of him, I remember the great times only. Like most things in life, we never realize the importance of something till it is gone. I never knew that he was an important part of my childhood till the news of his death; it’s the end of an era and the closing of a grand chapter.
For those cherished memories and laughs thank you Moin, rest in peace.
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