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|                                    | Camel tours Launched on the Mall Road, Daachi Express currently offers a nightly tour of the historical buildings lined on either side of the road to the public at affordable rates By Haroon Akram Gill All of us are familiar with camel rides, but no one knew the humped desert animal could be made to parade the streets of the city while pulling a cart loaded with people. The inventors of ‘Daachi Express,’ as the ride is called, have done the uncommon. Initiated by the City District Government Lahore as part of its Rs100 million Dilkash Lahore project, Daachi Express is sure to give the conventional camel ride a new meaning. TNS learns that the ride has been launched on the Mall Road and currently offers a nightly tour of the historical buildings lined on either side of the road to the public at affordable rates. MOOD
      STREET Town
      Talk An
      international movement 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 Camel tours Launched on the Mall Road, Daachi Express currently offers a nightly tour of the historical buildings lined on either side of the road to the public at affordable rates By Haroon Akram Gill All of us are
      familiar with camel rides, but no one knew the humped desert animal could
      be made to parade the streets of the city while pulling a cart loaded with
      people. The inventors of ‘Daachi Express,’ as the ride is called, have
      done the uncommon.  Initiated by the City
      District Government Lahore as part of its Rs100 million Dilkash Lahore
      project, Daachi Express is sure to give the conventional camel ride a new
      meaning. TNS learns that the ride has been launched on the Mall Road and
      currently offers a nightly tour of the historical buildings lined on
      either side of the road to the public at affordable rates.  So far, the project has
      met with an overwhelming public response. Because it is more of a
      family/group affair, people turn up in throngs, most of them with
      children, from different parts of the city, around 10 in the night,
      expecting to catch an amusing camel ride.  “I really enjoyed the
      camel cart ride,” says nine-year-old Waleed who is from Ichhra.  The project has proved
      to be a cost-effective entertainment for the low-income class. A middle
      aged labourer Muhammad Bilal Bhatti, who is seen accompanying his three
      kids to the ride, says the children have become “addicted” to Daachi
      Express. “It’s for the third time that I have brought them [here] and
      my kids never seem to grow tired of it. Their faces glow as just as they
      spot the camel. And, I am also happy because it doesn’t cost much to me;
      only Rs5.” Mrs Rukhsana Amjad, wife
      of a rickshaw driver, joins her two little kids for a ride, the children
      cheering on.  Misha Fatima, a Grade IV
      student at a local school, says she was going back home with her parents
      after eating out when she spotted the camel cart; she was hooked.  For most onlookers, it
      presents a strange sight and people stop to take a good look. Some of the
      motorists like to drive along,  As of now, the Daachi
      Express starts off at the Istanbul Square which is surrounded on the one
      side by the historical Town Hall and the Punjab University on the other.  Anarkali Bazar is the
      first station of the Express. Tollington Market, which has now become the
      Lahore Heritage Museum, is another milestone on the way.  Daachi Express also
      passes by Neela Gumbud, GPO, Lahore High Court, State Bank of Pakistan and
      the mighty Cathedral church. The ride ends at Charing Cross, in front of
      the Provincial Assembly building, the Baba Dinga Singh building, Ahmad
      Mansion and NICL which have been restored to their original structure,
      design and plan under the Annual Development Project. As with every
      international tour ride, narrators have been deputed on the carts who give
      details on history and heritage on view. “The Daachi Express has met
      with success beyond our expectations,” says District Coordination
      Officer, Lahore, Nasim Sadiq, talking to TNS.  “As many as 1,600
      children took the ride in one day alone. We are now working to expand the
      route towards downtown.”  The DCO also says that
      an important element of Lahori culture, tonga, is also being included in
      the larger plan. But a single ride of tonga is likely to cost Rs400.
      Besides, a tonga can only carry up to eight persons whereas the camel cart
      can accommodate 30 people.  The children are also
      given small gifts for every ride they take. “We have jokers to amuse
      [the children] with their gestures during the ride,” says Nasim Sadiq.
      “The activity shall not only help the children learn about the city’s
      history but also promote art and culture of the provincial capital, its
      folk songs and music.”  Rao Javed Iqbal, a
      researcher at Dilkash Lahore, says that so far two camel carts have been
      fielded. Their timings are: 10pm to 1am. “800-1,000 people, including
      children and adults, are taking a ride daily,” he reveals. “Each cart
      costs the CDGL Rs2,500 a day to operate.” 
 
 
 
 
   
 
 Then they came for him... By Sardar Hussain It was about 10
      O’clock in the night. I was about to go to sleep when I got a call from
      a very dear friend based in Multan. Happy to see his name flash on my
      mobile screen, I picked up the phone instantly. I sat up as I heard the
      very first word — “Hello!”  Unlike his usual,
      giggle-infested exchange of pleasantries, he sounded panicked. “They
      (the dominant right-wing students’ organisation) are planning to take
      out a protest rally against me tomorrow morning… They are distributing
      pamphlets against me at the [university] campus. The VC has asked me to
      immediately leave and go in hiding. He says ‘they’ have decided to
      charge me with blasphemy…” His voice trailed off.  Sensing the sensitivity
      of the situation, I asked him to immediately come over to Lahore. Knowing
      that he liked to defy the dangerous situation, I made him realise the
      impending danger.  When he finally gave in
      to my persuasion to just leave the city immediately and not try to prove
      his innocence, I lay down on my bed, imagining ways in which I could help
      him out once he was here in Lahore.  Early next morning, I
      called him again, to make sure he was on his way. I was furious to know
      that he was still hanging in there.  He told me he was trying
      to contact different people to clarify how he was being ‘fixed’ and
      how the right-wing teachers (in majority) in the English department (where
      he had recently joined as a faculty member after availing the Fulbright
      Scholarship) had been tightening the noose around his neck.  Forcing him again to
      promise that he would leave for Lahore on the double, I sat perched on my
      room chair, hearing the clock ticking at the break of the dawn. I don’t know when I
      fell asleep again, but when I got up, it was a full bright day already. I
      reached for my phone to call up my friend. His mobile was switched off.  I have never heard from
      him again.  ****************** I met him at the King
      Edward Medical College’s hostel canteen. A topper in FSc from the DG
      Khan Board, he always wanted to be a medical scientist. Latter, realising
      that it was not his true calling, he turned to Liberal Arts.  He was an avid reader of
      books from across disciplines. He commanded great respect among senior
      academics. His ingenious heart, life-enriching laughter and a general
      compassion for all endeared him to everybody wherever he went.  After he was taken into
      police custody that day — I found that out from another friend — the
      people who knew him in different capacities tried to do something for him.
      But soon there was a general ‘agreement’ that it was good for him not
      to speak for him and to let the matter cool down.  It has been over a year
      since he disappeared from the public gaze. I keep hearing friends
      ‘alluding’ to him as a precedent ‘they’ set for those who defy
      ‘their views on life.’  He was also very popular
      on Facebook discussion forums. Even his FB profile has become silent for
      now.  We, his friends,
      sometimes ask each other, as to how and where would he be, in one or two
      lines, and that’s it! The irony is that I can’t even name him in
      public, lest it should ensure silencing of his voice.  It is merely a reluctant
      whisper from a friend for another friend gone missing.  “First they came for
      the Socialists, and I did not speak out— Because I was not a
      Socialist. Then they came for the
      Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out— Because I was not a
      Trade Unionist. Then they came for the
      Jews, and I did not speak out— Because I was not a Jew. Then they came for me
      — and there was no one left to speak for me.” —Martin Niemöller 
 
 
 
 * ‘Naql-e-Makani,’ a
      satirical play, based on a short story by Rajindra Singh Bedi, one of the
      greatest 20th century progressive writers of Urdu fiction, opens at Ali
      Auditorium on Oct 4 through Oct 6. It’s a three-act performance,
      produced in collaboration with Rabtt, a yout * ‘The Musical Outro,’
      a Redingote Entertainment event, brings up-and-coming musicians on stage
      at Ali Auditorium on Sunday (today). Time: 6:30pm. The young, talented
      musicians on the list of performers include Abdullah Qureshi, Jhol, LUMS
      Music Society and Minahil Cheema (of LSE).  * ‘Hues of Fall,’ a
      fashion exhibition of prominent as well as new brands, to be held on Oct 4
      and 5. Venue: Tehxeeb, 164-P, Gulberg II. The visitors can expect “a
      diverse range of trendy clothing collections to suit your mood for this
      fall.” * ‘Lal Ki Sada,’ an
      exhibition of paintings by Ali Abbas, ends Sep 29 (today) at Ejaz Art
      Gallery.  
        
   
   theatre Shah Fahad has a
      penchant for allegories. But, the interesting part is that his allegories
      come in a (weirdly) comic package deal. Having scripted — and directed
      — Innuendo-The Musical (2010’s award-winner at LUMS’s drama
      festival) where he also played the inimitable Fear (a la The Dark
      Knight’s Joker?) and, more recently, Akkar Bakkar, which bordered on
      black comedy, Shah is veritably an old hand at creating social satires
      where human characters become metaphors for abstract qualities. It is in
      this context that his latest theatrical production Social Pagal may be
      looked at.  Produced under the
      banner of Dramaducation, an amateur theatre group headed by Shah, Social
      Pagal was recently performed at Alhamra The Mall, for five consecutive
      nights, to an audience comprising mostly the young and the school-going.
      It had been advertised as a charity event, the proceeds from the tickets
      going to Shaukat Khanum Memorial Trust Hospital.  Again, in Social Pagal,
      Shah stretches the genre of allegory to incorporate funny one-liners in a
      variety of lingos — from ‘desi’ to ‘Minglish’ to ‘filmi’
      and, at places, gibberish — coupled with acts of buffoonery and complete
      inanity to achieve the comic effect. The purpose in all this, however, is
      to make a comment on the ills of the society.  The young
      actor-writer-director from FAST also introduces elements of immersion
      theatre before the start of the play, when the proverbial ‘fourth
      wall’ is removed and a number of characters creep up to the audience
      from behind the curtains. This adds an amusing prelude to Social Pagal
      which was originally performed over a year and half ago, without the
      segment.  The setting of Social
      Pagal is a lunatic asylum where six main characters — namely Monday,
      Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Holiday and Pakistan Day — along with a few
      minor ones, are kept under the care of a Madam DP. The asylum has three
      guards Rajab, Sha’baan and Ramzan (obviously named after the months in
      Islamic calendar).  When the play opens,
      Madam DP is offering the lunatics — or “social pagals,” as the
      narrator reminds us intermittently — a As with most allegories,
      Social Pagal allows each of its main characters at least one dark
      soliloquy that is more of an internal monologue and meant to provide a
      context to the characters’ present state of mind. For instance, when
      Friday, the young girl with burns on her face, breaks into a spiel on how
      her obsessive lover threw acid on her because she had refused to become
      “his possession,” the pun in her name (“Friday is a day of
      purity,” she says at one point in the play) becomes all too obvious.  It turns out that all
      the inmates have a traumatic past. Thursday, we are told, lost his mind
      after his mother was murdered right before his eyes by his father;
      Wednesday had a nervous breakdown after her son was killed in a road
      accident; and Pakistan Day, the civil servant, lost his family to mass
      violence in Karachi.  The soliloquies are full
      of pathos and the effect is never lost on the audience when you have a
      brilliant set of performers. Kudos is due to Shah Fahad and his entire
      team of actors, especially Sana Jafri (as Friday), Sarmed Aftab (Thursday)
      and Abuzar (Pakistan Day). Even Alee Hassan Shah displays perfect comic
      timing as a TV journalist who is out to hunt the ‘breaking news.’  PAC student Hassan
      Rasheed (his last work was Avanti-The Musical) makes his no-nonsense,
      back-to-work Monday simply come to life with a very believable
      performance. Sarmed’s drunk Thursday is curiously reminiscent of
      Bollywood’s olden Keshtu Mukherjee and gets the maximum laughs from the
      audience.  Besides the main
      characters, the minor ones also have similarly harrowing experiences to
      share. The bearded maulvi, interestingly named Ras Gulla, relates how he
      was accused of blasphemy by the landlord just so that the latter could
      grab his land, while Amrati (the old woman) is said to have lost her
      senses when her children left her in an old people’s home.  The play’s superior
      comment is clearly that in this part of the world, we are producing
      neurotics. At one stage, Holiday also declares, “Sanity is highly
      overrated.”  The play also deals in
      paradoxes as Monday, the stiff-necked and stout army officer who is always
      talking about sifting “mard” (men) from the boys, betrays his actually
      predominant feminine side. “I have been acting all my life,” he
      murmurs. The audience cannot but put their hands together.  Last but not the least,
      there is Politician who is on all fours and always found barking. Funnily,
      he considers himself a dog that can only be ‘tamed’ by an army
      officer.  At the end of the play,
      Holiday succeeds in freeing all the lunatics from the asylum by the force
      of a ‘toy gun’. On a personal level, he has managed to fulfill his
      long cherished dream of producing and acting in a play.  Though it may be
      coincidental but Social Pagal has resonances of 20th century American
      novelist Ken Kesey’s classic One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest and also
      our very own Aashiqo Ghum Na Karna, adapted into Punjabi by Sohail Ahmad
      in the 1990s.  For their part, Shah
      Fahad and his co-producer Daniyal Naeem Dar do well to keep the freshness
      of the script intact. The set, designed by Sana Jafri, complements the
      evocative mood of the play and so does the makeup by Depilex.  
 
   
 
 
 
 
 
   An
      international movement The
      smoke-emitting van takes a sharp turn along the bend and comes to an
      abrupt halt outside a small roadside restaurant. Passengers start
      disembarking without delay and head to their destination. Among them there
      are two young boys who are teeming with energy and seem extraordinarily
      excited to reach the place. They reach out to a fellow passenger and seek
      directions before heading to their ultimate destination. The point where they
      have disembarked from the van is called Brewery Chowk. Named after the
      colonial-era building of Murree Brewery, which is hardly half a kilometre
      away, this place is frequented by a large number of students every year.
      Many of them who take up this journey change vehicles here and take the
      road that goes uphill towards Lawrence College, Ghora Gali. But their destination is
      not the elite public school. They get off the vehicles half way to reach
      the place which they have aspired for long. It’s none other than the Boy
      Scouts Summer Training Centre of Punjab, also known as the Boy Scouts
      Nasheman, which attracts thousands of youth every year. The two boys mentioned
      above are also going to the Centre to join their schoolmates who are
      already there. They will spend an entire week at the place, live in tents,
      take part in different exercises, learn life skills and benefit from
      trainings which will enable them to face the challenges of life
      effectively. The boys are so excited that instead of taking a van they
      decide to walk all the way.  On the way, the boys
      take an occasional breather to view the majestic hills, valleys and pine
      trees and they inhale fresh air which they can hardly find back in the
      cities where they come from. They ultimately reach
      the amazingly beautiful scouts training centre, situated about 6,500 feet
      above the sea level and spread over an area of 150 kanals.  It is hardly eight
      kilometres away from Murree and, hence, a dream place for a large number
      of boy scouts coming from relatively poor families as well as those from
      the affluent ones. While the former get a chance to visit a cherished
      hill-station almost for free, the latter enjoy the independent life they
      live here and the adventure that awaits them.  This is the minimum that
      scouting has to offer to the school-going youth of the country, says Syed
      Zameerul Islam Bukhari, Commandant of Boy Scouts Summer Training Centre of
      Punjab.  Bukhari tells TNS that
      scouting is an international movement and it trains and disciplines youth
      in an excellent manner. The activities organised for them are endless and
      can be modified according to the needs of time. The activities arranged
      for the scouts at the Centre range from hiking, sports, study of nature,
      compass reading, giving first aid, map reading, traffic control, hospital
      service, building of small bridges and firefighting to carrying out
      vaccinations, shooting at target, kitchen gardening, swimming, riding and
      so on.  “It has been observed
      that the students become totally changed individuals once they pass
      through the rigorous training they get at the Centre,” he adds. This leads to the
      question about the purpose of investing so much time and money. Besides,
      one seeks explanation as to why scouting is now limited to a few
      government schools and the private sector is fast opting out.  The answer comes from
      Adnan Khan, a former boy scout who is now teaching at a local college. He
      says, “There is a saying that ‘once a scout, always a scout.’ This
      means a true scout will remain committed to the cause which he vowed to
      serve throughout his life.” Citing an example, Adnan
      says there are endless scouts organisations formed by ex-boy scouts who
      stay connected to each other and immediately come into action in times of
      need.  In such occasions, they
      are unmatched for being volunteers, committed, trained and locals of the
      place they serve. Unlike the paid workforce employed by the government,
      their priority is to serve the masses and manage difficult situations with
      missionary zeal. To quote Adnan, “there are thousands of scouts who take
      care of people affected by disasters of various kinds, the injured and
      hospitalised, manage crowds at fairs, religious festivals and professions
      and extend helping hand to government department. One can recall how more
      than 10 scouts sacrificed their lives at the Ashura procession to save the
      mourners, says Adnan, adding that these fearless scouts were the ones
      leading the procession. “Their services are required in the event of a
      plantation drive, a distribution of food to the needy, in awareness
      campaigns on health and hygiene, urs celebrations and so on.” On the schools’
      decreasing interest in the activity, he says it’s a pity that the youth
      of today have become lazy and are addicted to television, films, internet
      and video games.  “There are many better
      opportunities available to them such as sports, recreational clubs,
      excursions arranged by schools. But all these are not comparable to what
      they can learn at scouting,” he asserts. “Scouting teaches self
      discipline, situation management, service of mankind, planning skills,
      humility and humanity and what not.” However, an official in
      the school education department, which oversees the scouting activities,
      cites another reason why the level of interest in the activity is on the
      wane. He says that the scouting camp is located at a prime location and
      there are forces trying to sell out this land some business group.  He tries to substantiate
      his claim by saying that acres of land belonging to the boy scouts
      association were occupied in Walton, Lahore, to construct Bab-e-Pakistan. When asked about the
      same, Bukhari claims there were issues with locals over land but they are
      being sorted out. The Centre administration has carried out some land
      transactions including the acquisition of the property once owned by
      Murree Brewery. A few of these had issues with them but on the whole
      situation is under control, he says.  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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