I am still -swamped- but thought I'd let y'all know of this first (hesitant) piece I wrote about Berlin and which appeared in Express Tribune's Sunday Magazine this past weekend. The print layout is nicer so here it is embedded.
It's amazing that how it's been 6 decades since my grandparents migrated to East Punjab, and yet the slightest mention of Gujranwala/Lahore(the rough geographical spread where my family resided) still evokes a feeling of imagined nostalgia in me....as Ghalib said , Ú¯Ùˆ ÙˆØ§Úº Ù†ÛÛŒÚº Ù¾Û ÙˆØ§Úº Ú©Û’ Ù†Ú©Ø§Ù„Û’ ÛÙˆØ¦Û’ ØªÙˆ ÛÛŒÚº Ú©Ø¹Ø¨Û’ Ø³Û’ Ø§Ù† Ø¨ØªÙˆÚº Ú©Ùˆ Ø¨Ú¾ÛŒ Ù†Ø³Ø¨Øª ÛÛ’ Ø¯ÙˆØ± Ú©ÛŒ go vÄÃ± nahÄ«Ã± pah vÄÃ± ke nikÄle huÊ¾e to haiÃ± kaÊ¿be se un butoÃ± ko bhÄ« nisbat hai dÅ«r kÄ« great article sepoy sahib
My favorite Ghalib lines ever (given my last name, perhaps not surprising either). Remind me of the scene/setting of Paradise Lost (Book I) -- in both cases, it seems to me (despite himself in Milton's case), the artist's sympathy is with the "idol" and/or the blasphemer...
A moving piece, tying together so many CM-specific threads too: A: hmedis; Lahore snaps/muhallas, history. I mean, obviously, but it's nice to see your "blog life" bleed into the rest... I was reminded of this old Khushwanth Singh piece: http://www.outlookindia.com/article.aspx?203610 (and, on re-reading, was struck by the class-privilege: "Locked in my first-class bogey, I neither saw nor heard anything." That could be an epitaph for so many.)
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