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The Culprit – a short story

January 20, 2018

a random thought turned into a short story, read out at an open mike session in Lahore on January 19, 2018

The Culprit – story



January 18, 2018

service stopped in unauthorised churches in abbottabad

January 15, 2018

adhi adhi iint ki masjid

teri meri zamin pae

qabza kar k banti hai

aur kissi ki jaiz ibadat

register ho tau banti hai!

bas security kay naam ko lae kar

sia bhi safeed ho jata hai

dekho kaisa dastoor banaya

mera ghalat tera sahi ban jata hai!



14/15 jan 17

14:49 hours


lets start

January 11, 2018

it’s never too late to start an important initiative


RiP AM Asghar Khan

January 5, 2018

inna lillah hae wa inna ilay hae rajeoun

an icon

a hero for many including me

a person of impeccable character and great presence

we won’t have another like him again


peshawar 1960’s

my younger brother Basit Ahmed Malik and i had made a scrapbook on the PAF by pasting newspaper pictures of PAF in it, one afternoon on a whim we both rode our bicycles to Air House at the top of The Mall in peshawar and told the guard we wanted to meet the C in C.

no tall walls no barriers (but that is another country and place that i talk of)

the guard went in and came back to take us to the sun room on the side from where we had a view of the immaculately kept lawn, and in walked the ‘chief’

we showed him the scrap book, had him autograph his picture in it and came back feeling like alexander at jhelum.

1977 karachi PNA movement – i was on martial law duty, and even there he stood out from the crowd and impressed

in 2008 i was with an ADB project and our partner was SEBCON i saw late omer asghar’s picture there and learned it was his setup.

one day an office that was usually closed was open and dusted and in walks air marshal asghar khan, i met him and reminded him of the scrapbook meeting and he smiled, oh you remember it still he said with a twinkle in his eyes!

a rare breed of men gone and our youth will never know them as for them polarisation is the game not tolerance, understanding or love!

be blessed sir

sane voices will miss your voice in Pakistan


winter verses

December 29, 2017

the light tap of a drizzle singing

the soft song of winter verses

in the midst of the night

on the green fibreglass awning

heralding the first winter rain

petrichor permeating all

and though welcome

the sound, smell and pull

of the fulfilled collective wish

of a rain to ease the parched

earth and throat

became not a winter verse

but a winter verses duvet struggle

which the duvet won!




lahore – 1:45 pm


00:45 29/12/17



read out today 29-12-2017 at books and beans lahore


what were you thinking

December 23, 2017

what were you thinking

just before you uttered

the word ‘qun’

and “faya’quned” me?






wifey’s impromptu comment

‘shaitan k baad kissi ko tau ana tha!’


Bullah smiled yet again

October 15, 2017

the pull



like a rope

round the neck



only letting off

if i give in

and yield i did

driving to beat

the setting sun

feeling the presence

i reached

and the tears


ran like i walked

and there the presence

someone turning

looked at me

arms enveloping me

a radiant face

a voice firm and vibrant

for its age

so good to see you here

handsome countenance

i heard him say

his attendants held my hand

kissed them

turned and went

the tears flowed

oblivious to all

i felt you

like i did when i

came to ask you


and Bullah smiled

yet again




now us

October 15, 2017

you morphed into me

that is all i see

together from me to us

now we be!


apex corruption and concealment

August 17, 2017

my blog after a long time on the situation prevailing in pakistan these days

During the German bombing of London, Prime Minister Winston Churchill during a briefing on the economic collapse suffered due to the bombings asked, “Are the courts functioning?” On getting the answer in the affirmative, Churchill said, “Thank God. If the courts are working, nothing can go wrong.”

Churchill was no Godfather, and the British proved they were not a nation of shopkeepers, and ruled most of the then known world for close to two centuries, and even today many nations look to them for a guide to good governance and an aid to grow.

For the past many months’ banners inscribed with the slogan 'Say No to Corruption' were hung in almost all places where anyone with money would go – banks, post offices, government offices and such.

While it is dubious as to what effect these had in real terms to curb corruption, one thing I am sure would have happened, some people would have asked for more gratification or 'welfare' money to cater being exposed.

And now a word about the infamously famous judgment of the Supreme Court of Pakistan in the case of family and personal affairs of the prime minister – everyone who was or is anyone in the ruling party, raised their voice to harp on one single agenda point – the prime minter had not been indicted on corruption charges as the Head of Government, but on flimsy and untenable issues.

And everyone jumped on the band wagon and harped the same tune – no one minded that the emperor’s new clothes were no clothes – and just got blinded by the dust raised in the fiasco of seventy days.

And then the inevitable dragging out lists of the house of sheriff’s corruption, and quiet an impressive list it was, which also soon got drowned in the din of clean, return to grace, down but not out started again. And we as a majority gullibly swallowed it hook, line and sinker.
So let’s roll back the carpet a bit to see the dust, or as they say, let’s see the fire where the smoke is rising from.

First off, not one Prime Minister in Pakistan completed their term and was removed for one reason or the other, but corruption as an issue was in two recent cases that the incumbent had to contend with. And in the din of celebratory bugle calls highlighting disqualified not on corruption in office charges, forgot that the issue was not one of corruption but of concealment of wealth. And in the run up to the actions in the coming six weeks even the fourth estate – the press named so in 1837 in view of its increasing prominence and power in the affairs of nation’s – went for a ride, implicit or explicit, and did not ask the corruption version concealment question.

Sane voices, few of which are speaking, are clear in their opinions on the issue, yet the very anchors on whose programs they are invited to express their views, come up with suspect questions leaving a doubt to muddle the otherwise clear waters; so once again who is leading who? At least when blind leads blind they use white canes to show the people it’s a blind show!

And then there are voices ready to blame even the trees for what is happening in the country, stooping below than the level of street urchins in their choice of vocabulary, and gloating at having outdone the opposition in the choice of words!

The courts in Pakistan do not enjoy a very good reputation where dispensing justice is concerned, and now when the apex court has handed down a landmark decision, everyone had ridiculed its judgement. The judges have heard the tirade flowing from all ruling party leaders with remarkable patience; seems like people have forgotten the recent past when Suo-motu notice was the order of business, one wonders what would have happened if this case had been heard in those days!

So where do we stand? Corruption verses concealment, disqualification, election of a new leader of house, a new cabinet in a few days, an election and selection of another leader of the house, and of course the sword of Damocles in the form the NAB reference in six weeks, are focuses for the soothsayers next round of predictions and professing about what will happen and where the next issue will raise its head from!

Meanwhile, it’s all quiet in the homes of the slum dwellers who have since gone to sleep after the last call for prayers as for them the more pressing issues are where the next meal will come from, which begum will give the next dress for them to cover their body, and a hope that they will not fall ill, because they can clean the big doctors clinics but not dream of being treated by the same doctors. And around them buzz the mosquitoes, breeding in the puddles of water all around the slums for the 'baray saabs' in the committee office do not see these puddles as breeding ground for dengue bearing mosquitoes for it’s the middle class areas which are slums for the upscale residential areas, that are more important to spray!

And tomorrow, each city cross road will see these people out in numbers, begging to make ends meet. For them it’s not corruption or concealment of millions of millions but just begging for subsistence.

Corruption anyone, or would you rather do corruption and concealment?