![]() Highlights of the December 2007 issue
Between the Lines A fresh breeze blows — softly. Something appears to have changed somewhere, even if we find it difficult to put our finger on it — the hapless people of this country are kept as ill-informed as the masters like. These changes, according to the indications, are going to be followed by more — and we can only keep our fingers crossed that they change for the better.
Or perhaps this is just daydreaming as one has always done? But,
surely, this has never happened before. When an army chief, usually,
takes over the government, he wants to continue in the uniform till he
breathes his last. He insists that the country needs him, that if he
were not there all hell would break loose and that he wants to pursue
his agenda in the interest of the people. Needless to say, the agenda
keeps changing from time to time, from support for the ‘mujahideen’ to
the ‘war against terror’. What remains a constant in the equation is
the desire to keep ruling.
The Latest Flashpoint
By Shahzada Zulfiqar
Questions have swirled about Mir Balaach Marri’s death since November 21
when the nation first began to grapple with the latest source of public
mystery. Both the means and the motive of his death have become subjects of
intense debate, fuelled since the first hours by contradictory statements, a
climate of tribal secrecy and opposing claims by the government and Baloch
nationalist groups. Whether he was killed by accident or counterrorism work,
it is clear that domestic theorists have gone into overdrive in their
ambition to flog the truth.
Change of Face
The curtain finally dropped on November 29. Having ensured a pliant
judiciary and a defanged media, the one-time reluctant coup-maker took off
the very uniform he had once likened to his skin. General (retd) Pervez
Musharraf then took a fresh oath under the Constitution that he had
suspended just days before for the second time — this time around, though,
the civvies that he wore were not merely symbolic.
It was a crisp November morning when General Pervez Musharraf handed over
charge of the military to General Ashfaq Parvez Kayani. It was a day that
many had looked forward to for a long time. Indeed, in view of the legal
community’s agitation since March and the post-emergency turmoil and
protests, there were many who believed that Pakistan’s civil society had
grown vibrant enough to change the fabric of the state itself.
Unfortunately, the nascent society was not strong enough to push out a
general heading a professional yet praetorian military. Hence, the focus
returned to the military, which was expected to deal with a powerful general
who had crossed too many lines. Though it is too early for everyone to be
aware of the exact role played by the military behind the scenes, which led
to the handing over of the ceremonial baton, logic suggests the institution
must have had a say in it. Indeed, this is what history would have us
believe: previous military dictators running the country were eventually
removed due to the military’s intervention. And the manner in which they
were removed is a commentary on the way the institution has evolved.
Coaches of mercurial cricket teams are often compelled to eat their words. Take, for instance, Pakistan coach Geoff Lawson who swore by the fact that there was plenty of fight left in his team at the end of the third day’s play in the first Test against India. Long before lunch on the fifth day, however, Pakistan had tamely surrendered the game to their long-time rivals, opening the Test series on a losing account. The same slackness and paralysis of spirit had crept into their form and mindset in the home series against South Africa less than a month earlier. Tabe for 2
My first exposure to haute cuisine came early: I was 12 when my father went
to work for the United Nations Educational, Scientific and Cultural
Organisation in Paris. This was 1956 when long-distance air travel was still
in its infancy, so I sailed with my mother and two younger brothers aboard
an Italian passenger ship called the Asia. Over the next fortnight, I
discovered many gastronomic delights in the first class dining room. Too
young and unsophisticated to know the names of most of the dishes on the
menu, I would just point to new ones at every meal.
Their world and ours By Masood Hasan
Rayan is playing with a bowl of seashells. He picks up each shell, turns it over in his hand and then puts it down on the coffee table. “Work time, Rayan,” says Seemi Mohiuddin, showing him a picture card with a table and chair drawn on it. Winter of Disquiet By Muhammad Badar Alam and Issam Ahmed
Om Shanti Om By Masood Hasan
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