Comments on: Ramadan: The Night Rides

By: Parul

Parul — Fri, 12 Aug 2011 19:28:46 +0000

Enjoyed the post! Thanks!!
Jo main sar b sajda kabhi hua, to zameen se aane lagi sadaa
tera dil to hai sanam aashna, tujhe kyaa milegaa namaaz mein.

Ramzaan Mubaarak!!!

By: Salman

Salman — Tue, 02 Aug 2011 14:08:15 +0000

That should be Zoha.

By: sepoy

sepoy — Mon, 01 Aug 2011 11:25:35 +0000

I grew up in Doha so I used to say Ramadan. And I still say Khuda Hafiz.

By: Tariq Mufti

Tariq Mufti — Mon, 01 Aug 2011 07:24:49 +0000

Sepoy Sb., did you grow up saying Ramadan, or Ramazan? Or was it only after Gen. Diya-ul-Haq that you switched to Ramadan and Allah Hafiz?

By: Archive Remix I: Bike Rides

Archive Remix I: Bike Rides — Sun, 27 Mar 2011 14:10:49 +0000

[...] It wasn’t until 9th grade that I got what I considered a man’s bicycle –a 20+ inch Sohrab. My best friend and I would ride all evening, from one friend’s house to another, going to our tutor’s house and taking our sweet time in getting back. As the span of my bicycle trips increased, so did my sense of self and of the world around me. It is to that combination of boyhood and freedom to explore I return when I read about bike rides. [...]

By: Feroz Louis

Feroz Louis — Sat, 04 Oct 2008 16:39:47 +0000

We south east Asians are so alike!!
Reading your description, I can imagine the exact same scenes in Bhopal (a small town in the center of India, famous in the world for ghastly chemical disaster reasons only) where I grew up. I mean, it wasn’t too different in Bhopal, except for the fact that our night watchman never would have seen a carbine, let alone carry it.

By: desiknitter

desiknitter — Wed, 03 Sep 2008 16:19:31 +0000

Am laughing at “Unexplained weight gain on certain people.” This is so true of fasts. As the Marathi saying goes, ekaadashii, duppaT khaashii (fasting day, eat double).

By: ramadan scraps

ramadan scraps — Wed, 27 Aug 2008 06:05:41 +0000

missed all those yoghurt and kulchas…

By: shiromoney

shiromoney — Tue, 18 Sep 2007 09:20:19 +0000

beautifully done, holmes. made my decidedly non-fasting morning.

By: elizabeth

elizabeth — Tue, 18 Sep 2007 05:27:38 +0000

Lovely, charged post. Bravo. The nightwatchman’s cry recalls to me the bands of Ramazan drummers in Turkey, who wake the whole city reliably at three am, Kemalist or otherwise.

In the meantime, the Atlantic Avenue iftar scene is proving seductive.

By: Qalandar

Qalandar — Mon, 17 Sep 2007 20:31:22 +0000

Re: “Jagtay Raho was the ever-contradictory yell uttered at regular intervals by the night watchman in our neighborhood. …”

Interesting: it’s also the title of one of my favorite Hindi films ever (Raj Kapoor produced but did not direct)…

Beautiful post sepoy…

By: Ramadan | DesiPundit

Ramadan | DesiPundit — Mon, 17 Sep 2007 15:13:08 +0000

[...] Sepoy remembers the Ramadans of his childhood. [...]

By: Ramadan Mubarak < Iqag Notes

Ramadan Mubarak < Iqag Notes — Sun, 16 Sep 2007 16:57:23 +0000

[...] to the bright side, Chapati Mystery has one of the sweetest Proustian Ramadan descriptions I’ve read in a while. Ramadanish also promises to shed some soft light on what’s sweet about life in Ramadan. [...]

By: gerry

gerry — Fri, 14 Sep 2007 18:31:59 +0000

Elegant post. Thanks.

By: sepoy

sepoy — Thu, 13 Sep 2007 21:44:05 +0000

Amardeep: As Iqbal said:

Nah woh Ishq mein rahin garmiyan, nah woh husn mein rahin shokhian
Nah woh Ghaznavi mein tarap rahi nah wo kham hai zulf-i Ayaz mein

No longer remains that heat of passion, no longer is that coquettish in the Beloved
No longer does Ghaznavi writhe, no longer remains that curl in Ayaz’s locks.

By: Amardeep

Amardeep — Thu, 13 Sep 2007 21:09:26 +0000

You’re making me hungry with all that talk of yoghurt and kulchas…

Somewhat unrelatedly, am I right in guessing the fasting days are over for you?

By: akbar

akbar — Thu, 13 Sep 2007 06:09:18 +0000

Lahore sweet Lahore is till the same in Ramadan,I was there in 2004 in ramadan and on EID.

By: The Pakistani Spectator

The Pakistani Spectator — Thu, 13 Sep 2007 04:41:55 +0000

That is a very cool feeling when time comes near the Iftaar. When I think of rozaas, the great facination is the Pakoras and the fruit Chaat. The tiring day ends with the refreshing food.