Call me a dreamer or whatever, but a while ago, when I was walking back home, I was daydreaming and this thought occurred to me “ what if India and Pakistan become one country again?”. Maybe call it the ‘Democratic republic of India and Pakistan’ or 'Pak-hind’ or something. But then suddenly I felt something like a mental push which said “Is it even possible, have you ever seen two countries unite like that? Especially when they have become enemies?”.
But idk, I still wanna keep that hope, even East and West Germany got united. But honestly I can’t explain why I have an obsession for the unity of these two countries, but I just wish it happens some day and it’s end results are peaceful too. InshAllah.
Picture a bridge. Then picture some seas and glittering lights in the distance, on both the sides. Both filled with inspiration and life. Now imagine what could happen when both of them come together. If both are bridged together. If not everything, at least something is connected - imagine the difference. And exactly that difference is what we wish to create: of tolerance, respect and unity. Bridging something of peace, blended with love and patience between two nations called Pakistan and India. And thus, Karachi2delhi.tumblr.com came into picture. This blog will be about all things desi, cultural, of Indian and Pakistani. See the colors, feel the change and embrace the diveristy. Welcome home. So, how about spreading goodness, together? We hope you are in.
While reading “Freedom at Midnight", the reality of India encompassing of Pakistan really hit me. It got me thinking about my own roots. About the fact that for generations before my grandmother and grandfather moved to Kanpur, in the heart of Uttar Pradesh, where both my mother and I were born, they were from Lahore and Rawalpindi, respectively. My grandmother grew up a Lahori, just like you. She went to a school that still exists, in a locality that’s not too far away from where your old house used to be. She was born in the same land as you were born in, just sixty years before you. Because of her, you and I share the same roots. And not just you and I, every Indian and Pakistani shares the same roots. We come from the same land, have the same ethnicity, speak the same language, have the same national sport. Our independence days differ by 24 hours. An independent that was born not from religious, but political differences. But in all reality, you and I are the same. In a way, that is what hurts the most to know. That’s what is most saddening. I guess it would be easier to accept that we have no future if we hadn’t shared a common past. It’s saddening that the prejudice our countries have towards each other stems from differences between people who were possibly neighbours once upon a time. That the Muslim in your name, and the Hindu in mine is all that it takes for benevolent smiles of onlookers to turn into scepticism. You’re dating him? But. He’s Pakistani. When it really shouldn’t matter that you’re Pakistani, because after all, it’s not the hastily drawn line that cut off our countries that separates us, but expectations.
Mehdi Hassan Khan (July 18, 1927 – June 13, 2012) was a Pakistani ghazal singer and a former playback singer for Lollywood. He is famously known as the “King of ghazal”, and was highly regarded in the Pakistan film industry. He was honoured with Tamgha-e-Imtiaz, Pride of Performance and Hilal-e-Imtiaz by the Government of Pakistan, and Gorkha Dakshina Bahu by the Government of Nepal. He remained a leading singer of film industry along with Ahmed Rushdi.