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Harsh Mander commits sedition

this is almost a chiche at this point..
i know many indians who have never met a pakistani.. and think they are some beef eating rakshasas...
being politically correct never served any thing other than things getting from bad to worse.
 
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@Joe Shearer he means you .... Hyderabadi ...:p:

Heh heh....Some biryani, our haleem, payya, and khubani ka meetha, and he'll change his mind. Poor sod.

The vegetarians are coming
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LOL

Wasn't Jinnah a gujju or atleast had gujju genes? Strange...

He was a Kutchhi, whose family later settled down in Karachi. He himself preferred Bombay and was a leading light of society in Bombay. His direct descendants, through his daughter, Dina, still live in Bombay, very rich and well established Parsis.

Indians are against pakistan state policies which has its affinity for non-state actors. Unfortunately their actions end up getting identified with the ordinary citizens. Indians have nothing against ordinary pakistanis , like every pakistani citizen they have their own life to bother about.

As they say familiarity breeds contempt holds good for both countries.

If you can, look up what happens to ordinary Pakistanis who visit Bengaluru for treatment of their infant children. Print those stories here.
 
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Heh heh....Some biryani, our haleem, payya, and khubani ka meetha, and he'll change his mind. Poor sod.



LOL



He was a Kutchhi, whose family later settled down in Karachi. He himself preferred Bombay and was a leading light of society in Bombay.

Well Jinnah himself was only a third gen Muslim - puts a perspective on things don't you think.. and yeah the wadias less said about them the better..
 
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being politically correct never served any thing other than things getting from bad to worse.
which is why i would advice against that... is it not something everybody mouths?.. 'we dont hate you we hate your govt' or 'its the bloody brits who divided us brothers'.. it hides a lot of hidden hatred/anger.. it should be used only in face to face conversation because we are not animals... :)
 
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I have dinner invitations, a visit to Gilgit, various things promised and kept in cold storage.
Just don't say anything related to Kashmir issue and Gilgit Baltistan to the folks there and if someone ask be diplomatic if you can or else they'll be cold...
 
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If you can, look up what happens to ordinary Pakistanis who visit Bengaluru for treatment of their infant children. Print those stories here.
pray tell me dear, I myself a bengalurean. I do know apollo , sankar nethralaya,jaydeva..etc do treat patients who are non-citizens.
 
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Matters little. Most people are benign until they join the mob of political and religious thought. Be it Indian , Chinese, Japanese, Arab, persian , Hindu, Muslim, Christian, Shia Sunni , Brahmin Dalit, Rajput and so on and on and on.
 
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My mother was forced to leave behind the city of her birth, Rawalpindi, when she was just 18 because of the tumultuous ruptures of Partition. She had never returned. When she was to turn 75, I thought the best gift I could give her was to take her, if it was at all possible, to the city and to the home in which she was born.

I emailed my friends in Pakistan tentatively with my plan. They were immediately very welcoming. “Just get her visa, leave the rest to us”, they said. I applied for visas for my parents and the rest of my family. It seemed then a small miracle that we got these easily. I booked our flight tickets, and before long we were on our way.

Warm welcome
Our flight landed at Lahore, and our friends drove us from the airport to their home in Islamabad. I noticed that my mother was initially a little tense. Maybe it was memories of the violence of her exile; maybe it was just the idea that this was now a foreign land, and for many in India the enemy land. I watched my mother gradually relax on the road journey to Islamabad, as she delighted in hearing my friends and the car driver speak the Punjabi of her childhood, and as she watched the altered landscape of her journey. Islamabad of course did not exist when she lived in the Punjab of her days.

In Islamabad, my friends invited to their homes many of their associates with their parents. They organised evenings of Punjabi poetry and music, which my parents relished. Our friends drove us to Murree, the hill-station in which my mother spent many pleasant summers as a child.

My mother had just one more request. Could she go to see the colony in Rawalpindi where she was born and spent her childhood in? My father wanted to also visit his college, the famous Gordon College in Rawalpindi.

A homecoming
My mother recalled that the name of the residential colony in which she lived as a child was called Gawal Mandi. My friends knew it well; it was now an upmarket upper middle-class enclave. When we reached there, my mother tried to locate the house of her childhood. It seemed impossible. Everything was new: most of the old houses had been rebuilt and opulent new structures had come up in their place. She located the building that had housed their gurudwara. It had now been converted into a health centre. But we had almost despaired of actually finding her childhood house. We doubted if it was even standing all these years later.

We were leaving when suddenly my mother pointed to the filigree work on the balconies of one of the old houses. My mother said: “I remember it because my father was very proud of the designs. He said there was none like it in the neighbourhood."

Taking a chance, we knocked tentatively on the door of the house. A middle-aged man opened it, and asked us who we wanted to meet. My mother said apologetically, “We are so sorry to trouble you, and intrude suddenly in this way. But I lived as a child in Gawal Mandi, before Partition, when we had to leave for India. I think this maybe was our home”.

The house owner’s response was spontaneous and immediate. “Mataji, why do you say that this was your home?” he said. “It continues to be your home even today. You are most welcome.” And he led us all in.

Before long, my mother confirmed that this was indeed her childhood home. She went from room to room, and then to the terrace, almost in a trance, recalling all the while fragments of her childhood memories in various corners of this house. For months after we returned to Delhi, she would tell me that recollections of the house returned to her in her dreams.

Half an hour later, we thanked the house-owners and said that we would be on our way. But they would not hear of it. We were told: “You have come to your childhood home, then how can we let you go without you having a meal with us here?” They overruled all our protestations, and lunch was prepared for around eight members of our party, including not just my family but also our Pakistani hosts. Only when they were sure that we had eaten our fill, and more, did they allow us to leave.

Caravan to Pakistan
After we returned to India, news of our adventure spread quickly among family and friends. The next year, my mother-in-law, a wheel-chair user, requested that we take her also to Pakistan to visit her childhood home, this time in Gujranwala. Given the joys of my parents’ successful visit, I was more confident. Then many elderly aunts and an elderly uncle joined the trip, and in the end my wife and I accompanied six older people to Pakistan. Our experience this time was very similar to that of the previous year. The owner of their old ancestral haveli in Gujranwala village took my mother-in-law around the sprawling property on her wheel-chair, and after we had eaten with them asked her, “Would you not like to check out your farm-lands?”

On both visits, wherever my wife visited shops, for clothes, footwear or handicrafts, if the shopkeepers recognised her to be Indian, they would invariably insist on a hefty concession on the price. “You are our guests," they would say. “How can we make a profit from our guests?”

As news of these visits travelled further, my associates from an NGO Ashagram working in the small town of Barwani in Madhya Pradesh for the care and rights of persons living with leprosy, with which I have had a long association – demanded that I organise a visit to Pakistan for them too.

Once again, the Pakistan High Commission granted them visas. There was only one catch this time: all of them were vegetarian. They enjoyed greatly the week they spent in Pakistan, except for the food. Every night they would set out looking for a wayside shop to buy fruit juice. Each night they found a new shop, and each night without exception, the shopkeeper refused to accept any money for the fruit juice. “We will not charge money from our guests from India," they would say each time. This happened for a full week.

I have travelled to many countries in the world in the 60 years of my life. I have never encountered a people as gracious as those in Pakistan.

This declaration is my latest act of sedition.
http://scroll.in/article/815122/inv...nis-are-the-most-gracious-people-in-the-world
 
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Thanks for the tag Wajsie.
That was such a refreshing story to read after an exhausting day. :tup:
This reminds me of all the previous accounts that I've read, where Indians have confessed that they found Pakistan to be a friendlier nation than they had expected it to be.
For that matter, many Indian members here will agree if I were to say that we find your website a lot more friendlier than other defence forums.
Virtual hospitality!!! Lol




May be because "Pakistan" doesn't get marketed well.
IMO, Tourism can be one of the major drivers of Pak economy if your country is marketed the way it should be. Pakistan has the potential to nurture its economy through tourism by providing enabling conditions to investors.



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It so happened, that when I was reading your post during my lunch break, one of my friends was suggesting a tour to Morocco. Inspired by the story, I suggested "let's try Pakistan". Ppl around me sat there looking at me with variegated expressions on their faces.
But I've a few thrill seeking friends,one of who( an anglo Indian)backed my suggestion. But men in the group declined. A Hyderabadi friend said "such trips to Pakistan usually don't end well". No, don't misunderstand.
He told us that one of his couisns who had visited Pakistan had issues when he returned to India. Ostensibly, those who visit Pakistan often come under the radar.

Whatever!
I do want to visit your country someday. I want to visit Harappa, Taxila, Mohenjodaro and so many other places, the pictures of which have been shown to me by my Pakistani freinds. :)
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How can I forget my Pakistani trainees who bring me sweets from Pakistan. <3 Aww!

Yes, Pakistanis are indeed very warm people.......well most of them. Hehehe



@S.U.R.B. bro this thread reminds me of you. :-)


You cartoon!
You had to troll here???
Taxila :woot:
My place!!

You are most welcome! :)

Have you seen some of those details about sites to visit in Taxila have been posting? or the pictures!! Well i love my city. It is a shame i had to move to Faisalabad :( Miss that area! So when you plan to come let me know, isi bahanay i will be able to visit taxila as well :) and dont listen o those male colleagues, you just bring them here and they will change there views as well. I assure you they will or else.......... :P :lol:
 
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