I’ve been aloof recently, have too much going on so I find I little time to write. Even If I do write I’m too lazy to publish any of it, hence the dismal state of the blog. This changes today(I hope). Writing is a long strenuous process, and can quite often be demotivating. Being the […]
Noori for me is synonymous with nostalgia; it reminds of the long drives on GT Road travelling between cities, it reminds of riding my bicycle late at night paying chor-police in the neighbourhood…
So he sat there searching deep within for the answer that just hung there, static and unvarying…
Revolution, inqilab, rebellion, uprising all these words have a certain alluring ring to them; but be aware that embracing them comes at a cost…
One of the many perks of being an Army Brat is that you have the pleasure (or agony as some have come to call it) of being dragged all over Pakistan, and when you have a mother obsessed with giving her children only the best you end up changing 11 schools in 12 years. 11 […]
1971, Bhutto came into power under the banner of socialism and secularism. Until his deposition in ’77 he worked to bring about a secular change in Pakistan. In 77 Zia-ul-haque came in imposing his version of Islam with an iron fist, his methods although debatable and controversial were somewhat successful in bringing about an Islamic […]
An unusually murky Sunday morning in Karachi, A mystical fog had engulfed the entire city the likes of which was rarely seen by Karachites. Ahmed sat on rusty robust metal chair at the local dhabba quietly sipping his tea and enjoying the unusual weather, Iqbal Bano’s Dashtai Tanhae running in the background on a vintage […]
I still remember my first day at college, I remember as I entered my classroom; the smell of chalk and freshly polished furniture alone were more than enough to overwhelm young minds with a feeling of professionalism. So I walked and sat on my chair like a Gora Sahib, legs crossed chest inflated with pride. […]