“Come quickly, he is on T.V!” my sister would shout whenever Moin akhtar appeared on T.V and of course I would come running. And before he uttered even a single word there was already an expectant smile on our faces. That was the man called Moin akhtar who breathed his last on 22nd of April.
Some of my fondest childhood memories are associated with Moin akhtar’s performances as I have grown up watching him perform. It was in the 90s when the youtube and facebook did not exist and our entertainment avenues were limited to PTV, bollywood movies, and a couple of Indian channels courtesy dish antenna. Yet we never felt like a generation starved of entertainment. This was so partly because of little awareness about what else existed in the world. However, for the most part, the credit for filling our childhood with fun and quality entertainment goes, of course, to Moin akhtar and his ilk-if there was any.
Amidst the slew of obituaries, tributes and condolence messages in the wake of Moin akhtar’s demise, one comment that would particularly resonate with the Pakistanis of my generation is the title of ET blog by sabahat zakariya which said, “With Moin Akhtar, a piece of my childhood dies.”
Moin Sir, Thankyou.
