Enough Identity Already

The second conversation I have with many Pakistanis is about where my family is from. I always respond that my family is from "the other Hyderabad," which everyone seems to have heard of, probably owing to its historically large Muslim population. I am always asked whether I speak Urdu or Hindi, and am slight embarassed to say that I speak neither language. It's at that moment when I feel the gap between us grow slightly. Continue reading

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Pressing for News

Islamabad was built in 1961. The wide streets, hallmarks of a government city, are the first things I notice.

The broad three lane thoroughfares allow for parades, marching soldiers, military equipment and the like. Certainly these are imaginable in this city, and one such mini-highway runs directly toward the palace of the President. The governement buildings are enormous, marble monoliths, expressing a militaristic, male-mindedness. The marble is mottled white. These guys mean business. Continue reading

Io Sono Arrivato

So, yeah, I'm here. I knew I should have forced myself to write about the journey as it was happening, but somehow I managed to pass nearly 11 hours in Heathrow Airport without doing a single constructive thing. I checked email. I slept on a leather loveseat. I held back from buying useless items found at airports because they were in British pounds. I snacked on business class lounge goodies. God, how depressing. Continue reading