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Canada se aya mera dost, laya revolution formula

Gone are the days when a friend visiting from abroad would bring you a nice watch or sweater as a present. Seems like the times are changing as Tahir-ul-Qadiri episode unfolds. The spin-doctor (he loves to call himself a Dr.), a Canadian national for the last five years, has given government an ultimatum until 14th … Continue reading

Lahore Observed (IV) – Churches


Lahore Observed (III) – Bulls of Eid ul Adha

Three cows were run over by a lawn mover today in Pakistan. That’s what Bruce Riedel says. He knows as much about cows or lawn movers as he does about the country. [pictures from Eid ul Adha 2006 opposite Walton Airfield Lahore]

Has PMLN already lost Lahore to PTI?

I’d been a Lahori since birth and only one the family who was born here; and that was a jibe often thrown at me while growing up with my siblings in Islamabad. But my romance with Lahore developed when I moved here some 8 years back. Politically speaking, I didn’t have much idea about what … Continue reading

Urumqi, Dushanbe, Lahore – constructed pasts and presents in Urban Museums

Among critical Western tourists they are altogether regarded as a sham (least so probably the Lahore Museum). Displays are poorly explained, often no coherence in the overall setup is visible and cultural propaganda is obvious – I find just that to be a good reason to visit these museums and take all your time to walk through it even if the guard already threatens to turn the room’s light off to get you moving. Continue reading

Lahore Observed (II)

Lahore is great for hitch-hiking. Continue reading

Tribute to Baber (Concert at St. Anthony School in 2007)

Round the corner of PU University even heavier load waited. A Maulvi, with a red beard that probably weighed 2 kilos and a Turban that had double the weight stuck his thumb out for a ride to Doctor’s Hospital. And because I never took a real Maulvi on my bike before – yes, sure get on. The bike had troubles moving from the spot, this 150 kilo guy pulling it down in the back. But his warm ‘May Allah give you a long life’ made up for the 5 minutes I lost because of his weight. It was 3 am when I passed the U Turn on the Canal where the Morning Motor Cycle races were just about to start and a Tractor full of Straw blocked two lanes. That’s Lahore. And for days like these I love this city and this country. Continue reading

As long as the birds sing – APMC Concert at Jinnah Bagh 2007

‘Classical Music has always had a small audience, but as long as the birds sing, so will we. Nobody, nothing can stop music.’ Hayat Ahmed Khan (Founder of APMC) Continue reading

Lahore Observed

I was sitting in front of Shah Jamal yesterday, sipping my Chai at 1 in the morning, watching the rush. A guy, 50 in age perhaps, with long dreadlocks reaching his behind, was crouching on a horse cart, looking slightly taken away by the Joints he was smoking. He was wearing a piece of cloth, not more. His follower, a young fair man who just wore a toga and heavy chains around his neck, was bustling between the horse and the Sufi, talking to each of them. His bare feet munched in the wet dirt road. Continue reading


January 2023