Friday, March 26, 2010

Pakistan Diary – At Home in Lahore

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Somewhere in Lahore

The Delhi Walla in the fatherland.

[Text and pictures by Mayank Austen Soofi]

In Lahore, The Delhi Walla pretended to be a Lahori. I travelled in an auto rickshaw. I rode on a bike. I boarded a city bus.

As in Delhi, I walked all over the town. I strolled in the Mall Road. I purchased an antique Shakespeare from a second-hand bookstore near Regal Chowk. I had fresh musambi juice at a stall in Hall Road.

I watched people play cricket opposite the Tollinton Market building. I saw a biker waving Pakistan’s flag. I stood outside the now-closed Pak Tea House, a legendary café once frequented by great intellectuals.

Outside the ticket stall at Shahi Quila, I purchased the Rs 10 ticket that is given to Pakistani nationals, and not the Rs 100 ticket for foreigners. Since we were all brown, the man at the counter didn’t take me as an outsider.

At noon, I walked in the shaded corridor of the grand Badshai Masjid and took a siesta in its cool prayer hall.

Later, I had Peepal leaves falling on me in the ground around Minar-e-Pakistan. I then took a rickshaw to Lahore Museum where I ordered Pepsi at the canteen. Next, I attended the 79th martyrdom anniversary of Shaheed Bhagat Singh at Shadman Chowk.

I also roamed around in the campus of Lahore University of Management Sciences (LUMS), Pakistan’s most prestigious business institute. I hang out with students who dressed, behaved and spoke like the baba-log Stephanians of Delhi University.

While taking photographs on the Mall Road, a cop stopped me and asked for my shinakht (identity). When he discovered that I hold an Indian passport, he asked, “Do you know the trouble between India and Pakistan and still you are so openly taking pictures?” I said, “But I’m your friend.” Satisfied, he let me take his picture.

At night, I passed by Lahore’s lovely canal. As part of the Basant season festivities, it was lit up with decorations. There were giant models of lotus flowers floating on the water. At one point I came across the figures of the whirling dervishes of Maulana Rumi.

In the end, I went to Bhati Gate and paid my haziri at the sufi shrine of Daata Durbar. Its sprawling courtyard had pilgrims sleeping, praying and sitting meditatively. I was among my own people.

Read more in The Delhi Walla's Pakistan Diary

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Pakistan Diary – Reading Chick Lit in Karachi

Pakistan Diary – The Dancing Girl of Lahore

Pakistan Diary – The Karachi Kartography

Pakistan Diary – Jinnah's Mausoleum, Karachi

Pakistan Diary – Is Karachi Safe?

Pakistan Diary – The First Karachi Literature Festival

Pakistan Diary – The First Evening in Karachi

Sweet dreams, sir

Somewhere in Lahore


Somewhere in Lahore

The trusting cop

Hands Up

Bhagat Singh Zindabad

Remembering Bhagat Singh

Life at Tollinton Market

Pakistan Diary – At Home in Lahore

Pakistan Paindabad

Jiye Pakistan

The tower of Badshahi

Old Relic

Badshahi's shaded corridor


That's Shahi Quila

Been There, Done That

Domestic tourism at the fort

Domestic Tourism

So Bollywood, Shahi Quila

Valley of Flowers

Bored of the ruins, Shahi Quila

Siesta Hour

Gone with the wind

Pakistan Diary – At Home in Lahore

The second-hand book seller

The Book Seller of Lahore

The LUMS people

Cool Pakistan

Smoking is OK, LUMS

Cool Pakistan

Men at work, Lahore Museum

Somewhere in Lahore

Waiting for the bus

Somewhere in Lahore

By the canal side

Canal Side

Maula Mere Maula, Daata Durbar

Maual Mere maula

At home

Urban Life

I love Lahore

Lahore Wallas


Anonymous said...

Wish I too could visit Lahore one day...

Anonymous said...

OK, Delhi wallah, this post measures up to the stds of your Delhi posts:)

mao said...

I'm from Lahore....and I'm blown've caught so many great things about Lahore...on camera and in the story....thank you. :)

Rima Kaur said...

check out the cop and his bike! very nice pics mayank. thanks.

Aakar said...

- "Church gate ke saamne gaadi khadi karna manah hai"

Bhagat Singh Zindabad
- "Shadman chowk ka naam Bhagat Singh diya jaye"

- "Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaray dil mein hai"

zeevie said...

laaaaahorrrrrrreeeeeee waaalaaaa.nice pics

Ehsan Mir Ali Jahan said...

MAS this article made me feel I was back in Lahore!

Brilliant series, keep going.

Lahore,Lahore Hai!

SSD said...

A total journey! Relish each shot! Can hardly wait till you exhibit your photography in Toronto.


Sumanta Roy said...

Such a dreamy description..looks like its similar to any india metros. It indeed has much to see n discover! One must read your piece before going on a trip to Lahore. Good info.