The City of My Dreams Through Social Capital

The City of My Dreams Through Social Capital

The Social Capital
Reversing the Entropy
By:
Ziad Ahsan
Azad Jammu & Kashmir (Pakistan)

Abstract
I wondered before starting writing about my dream city. The developed cities of the world which can be watched on the TV screen flashed in my mind. Yes they look marvelous with sky scrappers and heavenly lit bazaars. Is it feasible for me to draw them with words in this essay template? No, I feared, I can't carve this physical capital on these few pages while knowing it is not more than a day dream and I am not a day dreamer. I am an idealist but realism dominated me. I started thinking what is the real gold of a city? I reached to a point and started writing about the destroyed city of Muzaffarabad after the earthquake of October 2005. My eyes were watching through the viewfinder of my organization. What I narrate later is not the dream efforts but these are what I do and observe. One may not find numeric, statistics or heavenly figures in the global perspective but can find practical ideas for a city of peace, cooperation, happiness and prosperity in local perspective written in the language of my heart. One may employ his/her own ideas to shape the city of dreams but should add this flavor in the essentials of a city.

Introduction
It was the summer of 2005 when after completing my studies I ventured for a competitive exam to join the civil service. In Essay Writing paper, I intentionally chose an essay on economic development of rural areas of Pakistan. Honestly I had no deep understanding of the subject, may be finding no other choice or overlooking the topic I strove on this. While pondering on this topic I realized that to write on the rural development is not just as simple as the life of a rural area. Although this selection fractured the rhythm of my strife for success but it pinched my head to look ahead towards development sector.

In an October morning of the same year, the people of Muzaffarabad, Bagh and Mansehra and Balakot, suddenly...

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