I’m drinking from my saucer…

I have stopped complaining – complaining for the spilled tea on my saucer. I grew up in a family where evening tea was more of a religious ritual. My late mother used to do a great ehtimam, modest though, for the daily evening tea.…

The missing page

On April 1908, an anonymous article was published in one of the most prestigious Urdu journal of its time ‘Urdu-e-Mualla headed by one of the most celebrated literary giant, then a towering leader of the freedom struggle in India,…

This is what I leave you…

I sometimes become the inadvertent object of my own attention. A phenomenon I mostly experience during winters while sitting late night in the office long after everybody had gone or sitting in the corner of a desolate park, looking at the…

The Lawrences of Lahore

I was born at 12 Lawrence Road Lahore. It was a humongous albeit dilapidated pre partitioned colonial bungalow which was allotted to my uncle following their migration to the newly formed state of Pakistan. 12 Lawrence Road soon after…

Allama Fazle Haq Khairabadi – scholarly rebel of 1857

Part II In his book he amply highlighted the characters of Shahzada Mirza Mughal, and General Bakht Khan and their perennial cut throat rivalry, (By August the army was divided into three Divisions under the commands of Mirza Mughal,…

Power of prayer; the letter and lame dog connection

I did not know what exactly struck me. All I remembered was the intensity of the blow and the strange sound preceding it that almost ruptured my eardrums. It was as if a huge sledgehammer knocked me flat on the ground; though I didn’t…

Hidden scars

16th December, 1997: it was a bitter murky night at Lahore. I, a newly promoted Major, was taking my Squadron convoy from Nowshera to the far off town of Bahawalpur. Lahore happened to be on the midway. In order to avoid the hazard of…

Memories of last bungalow

When I got my posting in Lahore in 2011, I had a fair idea that this would in most probability mark the end of my long army career in uniform. Lahore happened to be my hometown as well and I did have an ancestral house there. But this was…

Shadows on the Rocks

As part of a Task Force, the five month long stay in the dusty, hot and insipid town of Dera Ghazi Khan, (Some 90 kms North – West of Multan) had started to show up its symptoms. Nostalgia and monotony was slowly mounting when during…

Chillianwala – the forgotten British defeat

Just 35 Kms south west of Kharian located on the eastern bank of the river Jehlum is the village of Chillianwala. Insignificant as it looks and unknown to most, this small village apparently is no different to the vast countryside…

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