War of Another Kind #268 Eklavya,

Fighting injustice doesn't have to mean forgetting one's humanity.

#269

Laddu ji,

I for one don't believe that all Muslims want to attack non-Muslims. The inherent Goodness within is very difficult to get rid of, no matter what your beliefs.

Surviving Musharraf\'s Exit? #72
Tahmed ji,

Sorry, I don't share your optimism about the lawyers movement nor do I consider the CJ an independent jurist. Standing up against someone can have many reasons(like being in the pockets of some other politician.)

#74

'your growth'...

I am Indian.

Surviving Musharraf\'s Exit? #52
Tahmed32 Sahib,

It could very well be. But have you thouhgt of another, more sinister explaination: He fought extremists as much as he could, always kéeping in mind the bitter truth of how many sympathizers they have within the forces and security agencies? I am saying this while keeping in mind that 10 billion doesn't go far enough for a country of 170 mil.

Unlike many Indians who think that this 10 billion brought about Pakistan's 8% growth rates, I think this growth rate was due to economic activities by Pakistanis themselves.

Surviving Musharraf\'s Exit? Musharraf isn't and has not been perfect. However, the easiest thing in the world is to blame everything on him.

Let's see how the new government deals with the jihadis, when all they want is to use Pakistan as a base. Let's see what the new government will do when the next madrassa takes foreign workers hostage, or attacks police stations?

Of course, we can criticize Mush, but not for the reasons used by jihadi sympathizers. Why did he wait six months to take care of the criminals inside the Lal Masjid? How come the Taliban got a free hand post 2004?

War of Another Kind This article seems to be all over the place.

On one level, it points to some truths like how come no tourist would want to visit Pakistan(such a real shame, considering how much this country can offer), on the other hand, it expresses childish hopes like 'only politics can solve the extremism problem.'

How do you suggest that could be done? The jihadi-killers will only stop attacking within Pakistan if Pakistan allows them to use it as a base attacking outside. How do you think the outside world will would react to that?

Pakistan: The War of Drones 'Can anyone of you stupid putrid Hingboo fukks please explain "Hiduism" and "Hindu philosophy"?'

Here's your answer:

Said 10000 years ago: Om Ekamsat. One is God(Truth).
Since God is one, therefore all that emenates from Him/Her is one, and parts and parcel of that one.
Since God is absolute freedom(otherwise it won't be God), Absolute Freedom is the guarantor of Truth. (No freedom no thruth, not thruth no freedom.)
Om Akhand Sat Chit Anand. God is INFINTIE, Truth,awareness,
and Bless. Therefore, because it is infinite(not limited) it can be worshiped through its infinite ASPECTS: Truth(Shiv), Mother(Durga), Unknown(Kali), Freedom(Krishna) and million other aspects.

Based on the above, it's followers are asked to commit no violence against any living thing(all being one)Ahimsa, follow truth(Satya), And, know that all flow back to Highest Self(paramatma), like rivers flow into oceans.

The Deoband Declaration on Terrorism: Why Now? I believe there's a general sentiment among India's Muslims to want the Union to work. What other choice is there? This is also what gives the Congress its strenght. They know(always have known) we have no other option but to coexist peacefully.
And, any good action should be commended, regardless of the motive.

Pakistan: The War of Drones re #150
...great post!

Mr. Hoodbhoy, perfect analysis.

Pakistan does not exist in a vacuum to decide for itself how cooperative or accomodating its going to be with the jihadis. There is the outside world; all it wants to know is: is terror being EXPORTED out of Pakistan are not. If terror is not exported you can love your jihadis as you want, no one will care.

The Nawaiwaqt Generation and the Power of No! re #193

Mr. Anil, how do you know there aren't any fascists in PML-N?

As far as BJP is concerned, your advice is great.

But look at it this way: if it is confusing now--having the extreme right within BJP, how confusing it must have been prior to partition when Congress and BJP were ONE party.

The Hindu extreme right played no minor role in bringing about the partition of the country. I just wish there were detailed academic studies in how they made the minority community nervous and insecure. We know what happend next.

Is Decline of the Fourth-Estate Here and Happening? What does this story got to do anything with Sonia Gandhi?

Why do the right wingers hate her so much? Is it because she is white,or Catholic, or a woman?

Or, is it that she brings out their insecurities?

Pervez Musharraf and India Pakistan Rapproachment Manto -- Toba Tek Singh
Translated from Urdu by Murphy


Two or three years after Partition, the governments of Pakistan and India decided to exchange lunatics in the same way that they had exchanged civilian prisoners. In other words, Muslim lunatics in Indian madhouses would be sent to Pakistan, while Hindu and Sikh lunatics in Pakistani madhouses would be handed over to India.

I can't say whether this decision made sense or not. In any event, a date for the lunatic exchange was fixed after high level conferences on both sides of the border. All the details were carefully worked out. On the Indian side, Muslim lunatics with relatives in India would be allowed to stay. The remainder would be sent to the frontier. Here in Pakistan nearly all the Hindus and Sikhs were gone, so the question of retaining non-Muslim lunatics did not arise. All the Hindu and Sikh lunatics would be sent to the frontier in police custody.

I don't know what happened over there. When news of the lunatic exchange reached the madhouse here in Lahore, however, it became an absorbing topic of discussion among the inmates. There was one Muslim lunatic who had read the newspaper Zamindar1 every day for twelve years. One of his friends asked him: "Maulvi Sahib! What is Pakistan?" After careful thought he replied: "It's a place in India where they make razors."

Hearing this, his friend was content.

One Sikh lunatic asked another Sikh: "Sardar ji, why are they sending us to India? We don't even speak the language."

"I understand the Indian language," the other replied, smiling. "Indians are devilish people who strut around haughtily," he added.

While bathing, a Muslim lunatic shouted "Long live Pakistan!" with such vigor that he slipped on the floor and knocked himself out.

There were also some lunatics who weren't really crazy. Most of these inmates were murderers whose families had bribed the madhouse officials to have them committed in order to save them from the hangman's noose. These inmates understood something of why India had been divided, and they had heard of Pakistan. But they weren't all that well informed. The newspapers didn't tell them a great deal, and the illiterate guards who looked after them weren't much help either. All they knew was that there was a man named Mohammed Ali Jinnah, whom people called the Qaid-e-Azem. He had made a separate country for the Muslims, called Pakistan. They had no idea where it was, or what its boundaries might be. This is why all the lunatics who hadn't entirely lost their senses were perplexed as to whether they were in Pakistan or India. If they were in India, then where was Pakistan? If they were in Pakistan, then how was it that the place where they lived had until recently been known as India?

One lunatic got so involved in this India/Pakistan question that he became even crazier. One day he climbed a tree and sat on one of its branches for two hours, lecturing without pause on the complex issues of Partition. When the guards told him to come down, he climbed higher. When they tried to frighten him with threats, he replied: "I will live neither in India nor in Pakistan. I'll live in this tree right here!" With much difficulty, they eventually coaxed him down. When he reached the ground he wept and embraced his Hindu and Sikh friends, distraught at the idea that they would leave him and go to India.

One man held an M.S. degree and had been a radio engineer. He kept apart from the other inmates, and spent all his time walking silently up and down a particular footpath in the garden. After hearing about the exchange, however, he turned in his clothes and ran naked all over the grounds.

There was one fat Muslim lunatic from Chiniot who had been an enthusiastic Muslim League activist. He used to wash fifteen or sixteen times a day, but abandoned the habit overnight. His name was Mohammed Ali. One day he announced that he was the Qaid-e-Azem, Mohammed Ali Jinnah. Seeing this, a Sikh lunatic declared himself to be Master Tara Singh. Blood would have flowed, except that both were reclassified as dangerous lunatics and confined to separate quarters.

There was also a young Hindu lawyer from Lahore who had gone mad over an unhappy love affair. He was distressed to hear that Amritsar was now in India, because his beloved was a Hindu girl from that city. Although she had rejected him, he had not forgotten her after losing his mind. For this reason he cursed the Muslim leaders who had split India into two parts, so that his beloved remained Indian while he became Pakistani.

When news of the exchange reached the madhouse, several lunatics tried to comfort the lawyer by telling him that he would be sent to India, where his beloved lived. But he didn't want to leave Lahore, fearing that his practice would not thrive in Amritsar.

In the European Ward there were two Anglo-Indian lunatics. They were very worried to hear that the English had left after granting independence to India. In hushed tones, they spent hours discussing how this would affect their situation in the madhouse. Would the European Ward remain, or would it disappear? Would they be served English breakfasts? What, would they be forced to eat poisonous bloody Indian chapattis instead of bread?

One Sikh had been an inmate for fifteen years. He spoke a strange language of his own, constantly repeating this nonsensical phrase: "Upri gur gur di annexe di be-dhiyan o mung di daal of di lalteen."2 He never slept. According to the guards, he hadn't slept a wink in fifteen years. Occasionally, however, he would rest by propping himself against a wall.

His feet and ankles had become swollen from standing all the time, but in spite of these physical problems he refused to lie down and rest. He would listen with great concentration whenever there was discussion of India, Pakistan and the forthcoming lunatic exchange. Asked for his opinion, he would reply with great seriousness: "Upri gur gur di annexe di be-dhiyana di mung di daal of di Pakistan gornament."3

Later he replaced "of di Pakistan gornament" with "of di Toba Tek Singh gornament." He also started asking the other inmates where Toba Tek Singh was, and to which country it belonged. But nobody knew whether it was in Pakistan or India. When they argued the question they only became more confused. After all, Sialkot had once been in India, but was apparently now in Pakistan. Who knew whether Lahore, which was now in Pakistan, might not go over to India tomorrow? Or whether all of India might become Pakistan? And was there any guarantee that both Pakistan and India would not one day vanish altogether?

This Sikh lunatic's hair was unkempt and thin. Because he washed so rarely, his hair and beard had matted together, giving him a frightening appearance. But he was a harmless fellow. In fifteen years, he had never fought with anyone.

The attendants knew only that he owned land in Toba Tek Singh district. Having been a prosperous landlord, he suddenly lost his mind. So his relatives bound him with heavy chains and sent him off to the madhouse.

His family used to visit him once a month. After making sure that he was in good health, they would go away again. These family visits continued for many years, but they stopped when the India/Pakistan troubles began.

This lunatic's name was Bashan Singh, but everyone called him Toba Tek Singh. Although he had very little sense of time, he seemed to know when his relatives were coming to visit. He would tell the officer in charge that his visit was impending. On the day itself he would wash his body thoroughly and comb and oil his hair. Then he would put on his best clothes and go to meet his relatives.

If they asked him any question he would either remain silent or say: "Upri gur gur di annexe di be-dhiyana di mung di daal of di laaltein."

Bashan Singh had a fifteen-year-old daughter who grew by a finger's height every month. He didn't recognize her when she came to visit him. As a small child, she used to cry whenever she saw her father. She continued to cry now that she was older.

When the Partition problems began, Bashan Singh started asking the other lunatics about Toba Tek Singh. Since he never got a satisfactory answer, his concern deepened day by day.

Then his relatives stopped visiting him. Formerly he could predict their arrival, but now it was as though the voice inside him had been silenced. He very much wanted to see those people, who spoke to him sympathetically and brought gifts of flowers, sweets and clothing. Surely they could tell him whether Toba Tek Singh was in Pakistan or India. After all, he was under the impression that they came from Toba Tek Singh, where his land was.

There was another lunatic in that madhouse who thought he was God. One day, Bashan Singh asked him whether Toba Tek Singh was in Pakistan or India. Guffawing, he replied: "Neither, because I haven't yet decided where to put it!"

Bashan Singh begged this "God" to resolve the status of Toba Tek Singh and thus end his perplexity. But "God" was far too busy to deal with this matter because of all the other orders that he had to give. One day Bashan Singh lost his temper and shouted: "Upri gur gur di annexe di be-dhiyana di mung di daal of wahay Guru ji wa Khalsa and wahay Guru ji ki fatah. Jo bolay so nahal sat akal!"

By this he might have meant: "You are the God of the Muslims. If you were a Sikh God then you would certainly help me."

A few days before the day of the exchange, one of Bashan Singh's Muslim friends came to visit from Toba Tek Singh. This man had never visited the madhouse before. Seeing him, Bashan Singh turned abruptly and started walking away. But the guard stopped him.

"He's come to visit you. It's your friend Fazluddin," the guard said.

Glancing at Fazluddin, Bashan Singh muttered a bit. Fazluddin advanced and took him by the elbow. "I've been planning to visit you for ages, but I haven't had the time until now," he said. "All your relatives have gone safely to India. I helped them as much as I could. Your daughter Rup Kur . . ."

Bashan Singh seemed to remember something. "Daughter Rup Kur," he said.

Fazluddin hesitated, and then replied: "Yes, she's . . . she's also fine. She left with them."

Bashan Singh said nothing. Fazluddin continued: "They asked me to make sure you were all right. Now I hear that you're going to India. Give my salaams to brother Balbir Singh and brother Wadhada Singh. And to sister Imrat Kur also . . . Tell brother Balbir Singh that I'm doing fine. One of the two brown cows that he left has calved. The other one calved also, but it died after six days. And . . . and say that if there's anything else I can do for them, I'm always ready. And I've brought you some sweets."

Bashan Singh handed the package over to the guard. "Where is Toba Tek Singh?" he asked.

Fazluddin was taken aback. "Toba Tek Singh? Where is it? It's where it's always been," he replied.

"In Pakistan or in India?" Bashan Singh persisted.

Fazluddin became flustered. "It's in India. No no, Pakistan."

Bashan Singh walked away, muttering: "Upar di gur gur di annexe di dhiyana di mung di daal of di Pakistan and Hindustan of di dar fatay mun!"

Finally all the preparations for the exchange were complete. The lists of all the lunatics to be transferred were finalized, and the date for the exchange itself was fixed.

The weather was very cold. The Hindu and Sikh lunatics from the Lahore madhouse were loaded into trucks under police supervision. At the Wahga border post, the Pakistani and Indian officials met each other and completed the necessary formalities. Then the exchange began. It continued all through the night.

It was not easy to unload the lunatics and send them across the border. Some of them didn't even want to leave the trucks. Those who did get out were hard to control because they started wandering all over the place. When the guards tried to clothe those lunatics who were naked, they immediately ripped the garments off their bodies. Some cursed, some sang, and others fought. They were crying and talking, but nothing could be understood. The madwomen were creating an uproar of their own. And it was cold enough to make your teeth chatter.

Most of the lunatics were opposed to the exchange. They didn't understand why they should be uprooted and sent to some unknown place. Some, only half-mad, started shouting "Long live Pakistan!" Two or three brawls erupted between Sikh and Muslim lunatics who became enraged when they heard the slogans.

When Bashan Singh's turn came to be entered in the register, he spoke to the official in charge. "Where is Toba Tek Singh?" he asked. "Is it in Pakistan or India?"

The official laughed. "It's in Pakistan," he replied.

Hearing this, Bashan Singh leapt back and ran to where his remaining companions stood waiting. The Pakistani guards caught him and tried to bring him back to the crossing point, but he refused to go.

"Toba Tek Singh is here!" he cried. Then he started raving at top volume: "Upar di gur gur di annexe di be-dhiyana mang di daal of di Toba Tek Singh and Pakistan!"

The officials tried to convince him that Toba Tek Singh was now in India. If by some chance it wasn't they would send it there directly, they said. But he wouldn't listen.

Because he was harmless, the guards let him stand right where he was while they got on with their work. He was quiet all night, but just before sunrise he screamed. Officials came running from all sides. After fifteen years on his feet, he was lying face down on the ground. India was on one side, behind a barbed wire fence. Pakistan was on the other side, behind another fence. Toba Tek Singh lay in the middle, on a piece of land that had no name.

The ANP Challenge #282 Saharanpuri,

...really enjoyed reading this article...ideologies-- imposing themselves on the mind--will always create such displacements...Still today, New Delhi retains a 'Pakistani' flavor due to the Hindus and Sikhs who came from there;...from their looks, to food, to taste in music.

Voting For Change #395 #400 #419

The only question that matters right now in Pakistan is:
What is going on INSIDE the mind of Nawaz at this moment?

Is he the same that he was in the 90s, or has he changed?

Is he going to watch Zardari self-destruct from the sidelines?

Is he going to put the weight of WOT on PPP and come in later as Emir of Pakistan? Or, is he sincere?

Voting For Change Beena Sarwar's article is sooo pro Sharif. If you didn't know better, she would have you believe that N has come first in the parliament. That it is not PPP who have won less 20 some seats from N in the Punjab assembly, but N has come second in Sindh. Beena, try to respect readers.

My Top Ten Novels by Desi Writers Asif Ji,
Great to see Munshi Premchand on your list. If he was a Western writer, streets and universities would have been named after him. Writing equally beautifully in Hindi and Urdu is something few have tried, let alone succeed in it.

Taliban, Pashtoons and Pakistan I don't think we can simplify the issue by just focusing on the tribal aspect of Pashtuns. Moreover, I think as a community they all are going through an identity crisis.

Historically, they've always felt squeezed between two civilizations: Khorasan on one side(to which they were a part, but their language was not given official importance), and the Indus Civilization to the east.

Now some of them think they can--literally and figuartively-kill two birds with one stone: Salafism. Taliban push their ethnic agenda under the pretence that they are the real muslims, and not their two neighbors.

This situation is a royal mess. So many innocent persons will perish alongside the terrorists.