police man in bunker

From the Mouth of a Babe

“Why is police uncle looking at us?” I follow the tiny finger and see a clad-for-war policeman pointing his gun at us. Sitting hunched inside his fortlet, the policeman changes the position of his gun in his usual sweep of the roadside. I turn to see my nephew’s eyes still focused on the huge gun and wonder how you explain terrorism, security and world peace…

Of taxis and travelling alone in Islamabad

  “You do realize how dangerous it is to travel alone in a taxi?” “Oh come on! Lots of girls travel alone.” “Yes, and lots of girls become daily news in your paper too.” On my way to the Dateline that day, I remembered all those times dad warned me against travelling alone in taxis. And boy was I scared. There was something strange about…

Islamabad change through time

The Form of a City Changes Faster, alas, than the Human Heart

Having spent my youth growing up in an Islamabad[i] that belonged to an entirely different generation, I can’t help but compare today’s Islamabad with the yesteryears. While it may still be the city of sleepers that it was in the 90s – when the name was still a novelty[ii] – Islamabad is no longer the ‘burbs that Pindi-ites [iii]would visit every now and then to…

Islamabad- The Mother of all Spoiled Children

Every city has a crown, a jewel that shines amongst the gems of the city, and for the capital it is true even more so. Rome has its cathedral and in the days of yore, it had its Coliseum, a structure and a tradition towering above others in stature; a civic symbol and a political symbol of the Empire’s strength; of the strength and faith…