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By Salman Rashid
Panchgani, 2014: Rhea with Shabnam and Salman Rashid Jalandhar, 2008: Salman Rashid in the courtyard of his grandfather s home, with Mahindra Pratab Sehgal led the mob that killed my family in August 1947. I told the story as Mahindra Pratab Sehgal had narrated it to me in March 2008. Having heard it again and again from a repentant father, he was not only like an eyewitness but had also inherited the murderer s remorse. Listening to him it was clear that he wanted to talk to someone from the family that had been wronged in order to wash his guilt away. His father had taken this guilt to his pyre four decades earlier. To know that the elder Sehgal was remorseful for his deeds and that he bore his remorse to the last day of his life shows that he was very human even if he was momentarily swept away in the tide of politically generated communal hatred. I don t know how much the talking of that distant event helped Mahindra Pratab, but his willingness to unload showed me that the catharsis did him good. When he passed away in March 2011, I felt a deep sense of personal loss, as my last connection to that past was now gone. Although the foul deed could never be undone, for me the knowledge that the perpetrators had repented was wages enough for the grief the surviving family members -- my father, uncle and aunt -- had borne with exceptional
The story behind a poem by a young woman about a time long before she was born, when people were maddened by hate
and unbroken fortitude all their lives. It was another thing that I was too late. Those who had directly been wronged were no longer around to know that someone was sorry for what had happened. I don t know how long it took me to finish my story, but I know that of the two hundred odd people in the hall, it was a rare person with a dry eye. I also don t know
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Tehrik-e-Niswan in India
he Cultural Action Group of the Karachi-based activist organisation Tehrik e Niswan is visiting India, with Kathak, Bharatnatyam and Odissi dances based on the poetry of Rabindranath Tagore, Faiz Ahmed Faiz, Sarojini Naidu, Amir Khusro and Maqdoom Mohiuddin. After three performances in Hyderabad, the group performed at the India Habitat Centre in New Delhi. Last performance: KC Open Air Theater, JNU, New Delhi, Feb 19, 9 pm.
By Laaleen Khan
Don t compare differences between the two countries; focus on similarities, advise Shermeen Karim and Udit Gambhir
ollege sweethearts Shermeen and Udit first met as undergraduate students at Bentley University in 1994. The couple patiently maintained a seven-year long distance relationship until they got married in 2002. After that, the couple lived first in Toronto and then in Singapore, where Shermeen worked at RBC Capital Markets and the Bank of Nova Scotia. They now live in Singapore. Shermeen is from Karachi where she worked as a banker and trader after graduating from college. She continued her banking career after their children, a daughter and son, were born. In her spare time, she pursues photography. Hailing from New Delhi, Udit balances his corporate life in finance with volunteer work for Habitat for Humanity; he has raised funds for the CARE Foundation India and Pakistan s flood victims. Udit isn t the only one in his family who found love across the border; his sister Gaurika also has a Pakistani spouse, Faisal Sherwani.
uyers and visitors thronged to the highly successful three-day India Show that concluded in Lahore on Sunday. Over a hundred Indian companies displayed their products at around 130 stalls, many of them manned by woman entrepreneurs, at Lahore s Expo Centre. Many appreciated the Pakistan government s gesture of allowing several Indian products from Negative list to be included.
Uniting in Bhangra
By Ahmed Nadeem
Challenges
Shermeen: Udit and I got engaged and married during severe geopolitical issues - the bombing of the Indian Parliament, Kargil and 9/11, visa issues, no flights between India and Pakistan. Yet we survived
and managed to have a wonderful, memorable wedding. It is still an extremely long process for me to get an Indian visa. I have to apply on my Pakistani passport, even though I travel everywhere else on my Canadian passport. So whichever city we move to, we make sure we get familiar with the Indian visa section staff at the consulates. Udit: We never lived in India or Pakistan together, but there were challenges: religion, practices, political tension between our countries. None were insurmountable or such that they could not be laughed off. We ve had our ups and downs but because of
How a group of Indian and Pakistani students came together in the Land of the Rising Sun
t was at while boarding Shinkansen, the famous Japanese bullet train, in Japan, that a group of Indian and Pakistani students first encountered each other. An awkward silence prevailed. We stood facing each other, silently waiting for the train to arrive. Three days later we broke the ice somewhat at a football match against each other. But what really brought us together was the cultural night. There were 22 of us, students from Aitcheson College.
The Indian students were from Chennai and Mumbai. We were attending the SAARC Nation JENESYS *(Japan-East Asia Network of Exchange for Students and Youths) , 2.0 Programme, an initiative aimed at exposing teenagers from South Asia to Japanese culture. At the cultural night, we were apprehensive. Unlike delegates from other countries, we hadn't prepared anything. I gave the Indian group an idea they liked. I got the music and passed it on to the coordinator. We Pakistanis and Indians held a small meeting to discuss the plan. Moments later, our countries were called out. I went on stage. I could see that my Indian counterpart was also tense. But looking at each other, we found hope and determination. The music
started. We began to move. Soon, the entire hall was screaming, carried away by Abrar-ul-Haq's catchy song. We stepped it up and joined our feet. Hands in the air and feet everywhere, this was bhangra. Students from Bhutan, Nepal and even the Japanese joined us. It was a sight to see. Pakistanis and Indians, shoulder to shoulder, coordinating our moves, we formed a moving line. It was like childhood friends dancing together. With hands on each other s shoulders, we got off stage and circled the hall. There was an electric feeling of happiness in the air. We received a standing ovation. At dinner, for the first time, we Indians and Pakistanis joined our tables together. A rather
witty fellow from Mumbai convinced the coordinator to play the music again. As the beat started, food was forgotten. On the last day, we found it difficult to part. With a heavy heart, we bid our friends from India farewell. Our interaction remains a reminder of the love we have inside for each other. If a group of students who had never met before could do it, we all can. The writer is an A-level student at Aitchison College, Lahore. NOTE: Ahmed Nadeem also wrote Crossing that white painted line, published in this page on Feb 12, 2014. His by-line was inadvertently omitted from the print edition.
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