Udta Punjab

After a long long time I was super excited about some movie. The trailer had come out in March and it was a power packed trailer. I simply loved it and must have watched it umpteen times. Meanwhile I also discovered Diljit Dosanjh through it and became his fan by the time the movie released. I do not remember when was the last time I did an advance booking for a movie and watched it the first day itself! I was super excited to watch this one.

Here is my review of the movie:
The movie is about the rampant drug addiction in the state of Punjab. It tells about the current state of affairs as they stand in terms of drugs. The theme is depicted through the lives of four individuals and how they are impacted by drugs in various ways. The film starts with a packet of Heroine being hurled from the other side of the border into India. I did not know before this that smuggling drugs to India was so simple!! And thus follows the arduous journey of Kumari Pinky, Tommy Singh, Sartaj and Dr Preet Sahni who are either too deep in this muck of drug consumption or are trying to fight the drug menace. The subject of the film is that drugs are bad. They do no good, and the film does not deviate from its main message for the most part of it. This film is less of a story and more of a narration through focus on the four lead characters. Honestly before this movie, I was not aware about the problem of drug consumption in Punjab. I am surprised how such a big issue never surfaced in discussions at national level. The film depicts this part too well. A lot of the movie is in Punjabi and that goes very well with the background and subject as well. The entire film is shot in Punjab and that lends a lot of authenticity. The entire subject has been treated very really, the nexus between police and politicians and how they have completely turned a blind eye towards this matter to make their riches is all very well depicted. As I said earlier, the film does not have a great story- it is more of a peep into the lives of the four main characters and their fight against drugs.
Tommy Singh the rockstar has been played by Shahid brilliantly. I guess an actor of the level of Shahid Kapoor can only do justice to Tommy Singh. He is amalgamation of all your Punjabi pop starts put together. He sniffs cocaine, is high all the time, is loud, an exhibitionist and himself unaware of what he is propagating. At a point in the movie he himself confesses how he started making songs on drugs at a young age since that is all that he knew, and how his fans made that the philosophy of their lives. He has portrayed his character brilliantly. From an over confident, full of himself addicted pop singer to a helpless, under confident guy he does justice to the character. He also makes us crack into peals of laughter every time he comes on screen. The entire Tommy Singh saga is very well supported by his “crew” “Gabru da Crew” (as written on their t-shirts). Satish Kaushik, and the guy who plays his cousin have done a brilliant job as well. I loved how they break into expletives at any given opportunity, and it blends so well with the narrative that even though the film has truckloads of them, never do at any place they feel overdone.

Alia Bhat plays a Bihari migrant. She is one gem of an actor. She is actually the highlight of the movie. A district level hockey player she is forced to become a migrant labor in the farms of one of the landlords in Punjab, her life turns upside down when she gets hold of that Heroine packet thrown from across the border. Alia has played the character brilliantly. It is hard to believe that she is so new in the industry. She surpasses all other actors in the movie. Infact her character has also been written brilliantly. Her part is the most edgy. The moment she comes on screen you start rooting for her, you kind of feel protective about the character. It is depressing to see how poor people especially females suffer the drug menace. She is abused and used throughout, but her spirit is still unbreakable till the end. The scenes where she is kept inside a room in a dazed state and is repeatedly raped and given drugs are the most heart wrenching. A scene which stood out for me was an elderly sikh talks to her when she is first kidnapped and addresses her as “puttar” and very politely asks her why she threw crore worth of Heroine, and the way he then leaves her in the room with some men, sends shivers down the spine. The director has really handled the Alia part very very well

However, the same cannot be said for Kareena Kapoor. Hers is the easiest role in the movie, as in without many challenges. She is good, but unfortunately fails to impress amid the other stronger characters. Though I loved her perfect Punjabi/ accent in the movie.

And last but not the least Diljit Dosanjh. I am a HUGE fan of his. I liked him in this movie. He surely is up for many more Hindi movies now. He plays Sartaj who is a corrupt policeman until he discovers that his own brother is a drug addict and then joins Kareena in her crusade against drugs. He is convincing and sincere throughout and does full justice to his character. There is one super cute scene when he wants to say something to Kareena, but gets nervous and leaves his sentence midway and leaves the room just by saying ..”tata”. O my God, he is so cute in that!

So on the positive side, the movie has been able to bring forth the picture in Punjab in a very able manner. I am sure this subject is going to be of much debates and discussions in the upcoming Punjab elections. The movie has been absolutely successful in bringing people’s attention to this issue. Craft wise, the movie deals with the subject with complete honesty, without any cover ups and therefore is quite raw at places, but that is the demand of the subject. How the complete narco business operates with its roots deep down in the system has been etched to perfection. The language and humor sprinkled all throughout adds authenticity to the treatment. The parts which show the fight of the drug users to get out of this habit make you feel so helpless. One can actually feel the turmoil Alia’s character goes through when she vomits and puts a rolled paper in her mouth to curb the addiction. The way young guys have been seen lying around in groups inserting injections after injections, hiding behind dark glasses, you feel sorry for them. It is saddening to see the plight of the people in the state. Another noticeable thing is the ending of the movie. The makers have not gone into providing solution to the problem. They have kept the focus on bringing the actual situation to the limelight and left it at that. No elaborate dialogues, no dramatic scenes to end the movie.

There are some things which could have been done better though. First is the length of the movie. Its not slick enough. There are many scenes which could have been left out. Like the Diljit- Kareena romance. I mean is it necessary that when two single young people meet, there has to be a romantic angle? While their chemistry was quite good, but that track was totally unnecessary. It would have been far mature to show them just as two people fighting against the same thing.
Spoiler Ahead- I did not understand why Kareena’s character had to be killed! I mean that had no impact on the watchers. For a moment I was kind of surprised, is she really dead? Why? And the circumstances in which she dies are also unreal- as she is in/ near a hospital, still no efforts to save her. Then Alia gets kidnapped twice by the same people. This was just not needed. Basically the narrative could have been more streamlined with some parts totally avoided. And lastly- Diljit should have spoken more Punjabi. All the characters speak in Punjabi- throughout most part of the movie. However, Diljit speaks the least Punjabi! Though he does a good job with Hindi as well, but in Punjabi the effect would have been different.

The songs of the movie are just amazing. My favorite is “Hass le nach le..”- sung by Shahid Mallya. Whoever this guy is, he has a golden voice. His version of “Ik Kudi..” is also mind blowing. Amit Trivedi is one killer of a music director. So guys, if you have not watched the movie as yet, please go ahead and watch it to support good cinema.


I should have written this post few months back, but better late than never. We went to Amritsar in December last year. It was a very abruptly planned trip as one of our common friends called me one day to ask if we would be interesting in going to Amritsar in December, she was getting their tickets booked. I said yes in a jest, and later shared it with husband. He was not very keen, but somehow I did not get our tickets cancelled as I wanted to wait till last moment for his mood to change. He was still as unexcited about the whole trip just the day before the trip, but somehow I decided to go ahead giving him the option of withdrawing if he wanted. Yes, that was a tough spot, and he had no choice but to relent and we set off to Amritsar on 23rd Dec. It was a three days trip. I have a colleague from Amritsar, and before the trip I had already taken a complete download from him on places to visit and places to eat! He had given me a handmade map of the entire town marking routes to the key places to hog!! So, in that sense it was a very well planned trip..:)

It was an overnight journey from Delhi to Amritsar. Since the other couple also have a daughter of the same age as K, the girls had a blast in the train. They were plonked on the upper birth with one of the papas, and they were just so excited that they refused to sleep. It took us a long time to put them to sleep.

We reached Amritsar at around 7 in the morning, and headed to the hotel in a cab. (Husband had booked a hotel pick up. Had I known that the hotel would be a 3 minutes’ drive from the railway station, I would have definitely stopped him and taken a large shared tempo instead!). We had to wait in the hotel lobby for the next few hours, as our room was booked only from 12 noon that day. The lobby was decorated with a big Christmas tree, and balloons and other X-mas decoration, and K and A (the other kid) were so excited to see all this, I had a total paisa vasool kind of feeling that very moment itself!

We had a lavish breakfast in the hotel restaurant. The spread was awesome with variety and taste. After a long time I enjoyed having such a great meal. Post that we checked into our rooms, and the first thing we did was switch on the TV. O my God! Half of the channels were Punjabi music channels. They have so many of them- all playing similar but fun music. I need to mention here that I saw the song 5 taara for the first time there only. I am a big fan of Diljit Dosanjh today..:) (Unable to link the song..dunno why)

The plan for the day was to visit the Golden Temple. So after having a nice warm bath we headed out to the Golden Temple. The hotel we were staying in – Ramada is in the middle of the city. The moment we stepped out, it was a different world altogether. Amritsar is a small but crowded city. My colleague had told me that it’s a very small city, but I got the real perspective after visiting the city. Contrary to my expectation, it is actually a very small place. I had thought that since it is such an old city and with so much religious importance, it would be a decently large place.

It was a bright sunny day and the street in front of the hotel was lined up with e-Rickshaws and Cycle rickshaws. We took a rick for Golden Temple. Due to the long weekend- the roads were jam packed, it seemed as if the whole of north India had marched to the holy city. On our way to the Golden Temple, we discovered Bhrawan or Brothers Dhaba. This was on the top in my list of places to eat. Since we were quite hungry, so we decided to get down and have lunch at the dhaba. Yes, we completely ignored the guilt of eating before going to pray, and made our way to the dhaba. Just like the streets, even this place was jam packed. It’s a fairly big joint, but there was no place to sit. It was crowded to the neck. After a waiting of some 15 minutes, we got a table to sit and we ordered food. I do not remember now what all we ordered, but yes Saag and Paneer bhurji were two items I remember eating. Saag was quite a disappointment, but the Paneer bhurji was to die for! After force feeding the kids, who were totally distracted by the colored saunf (Fennel seeds) and filling ourselves to brim, we headed to the temple.

Golden Temple

The area around the temple was also super crowded. We managed to deposit our shoes in the designated area and made our way to the temple. This was the first time I was visiting a Gurdwara, and I was quite looking forward to the experience. At the temple entrance there is a small water reservoir. Everyone was supposed to dip the feet into that before entering the temple. I so loved this idea, and the other thing I noticed, which I was to see a lot more as I explored the temple, was the presence of some sikh volunteers at this gate, who were guiding people on where to go, and reminding them that they could not enter the temple bare headed. I had heard a lot about Golden Temple that it feels different than our regular temples, and it offers peace like no other place. The moment I entered the temple, I knew what it meant. The sight of the temple is so beautiful, even prettier than what we see in pictures. A golden and white shrine in the center of a large water body (the sarovar), it looks nothing less than divine. The place is clean. I mean really clean. We did a parikrama of the sarovar and reached the entrance of the path connecting to the main temple. The temple looks beautiful from all angles, no matter where you stand around the sarovar. The water of the sarovar is clean. So clean that you can actually see colorful fishes swimming across. People sit around some dedicated areas around the sarovar and pray. The sight is so soothing, one can spent hours sitting there just soaking in the beauty of the beautiful temple and hundreds of devotees thronging the shrine to offer prayer. Though there must have been at least thousand people there in the temple at that time, still the place was not chaotic. There was a sense of sincerity in everything going about there. There is no security at the temple entrance. That was a quite surprising for me, because few months ago I had visited Akshardham Temple in Delhi, and I was amazed at the level of frisking and checking at the main gate. This place, which is of much more historical and religious importance had a free entry for all without anyone checking the crowd entering the temple. Given the fact that it is so close to the border, it made me wonder even more. Then I realized that may be such is the devotion and belief of the Sikh community in the shrine that they are not worried about any external agency attempting to meddle with the peace of this place.

This is my first view of the temple:


Another view at around 4 in the evening, isn’t it simple wow!:


When we reached the entrance to the temple- a long passage which connects to the temple, there was a long queue, and it was moving very slowly. We did stand in the queue, but gave up after some time as kids were getting impatient. Then someone told us that for people with kids there is another queue, and one parent is allowed to go inside the temple along with a baby/ toddler through the exit route. We decided to come back to the temple later in the evening and headed for the hotel.

The area outside the temple is full of shops selling local goods like Punjabi Jootis, chaat corners, kripaan and other memorabilia, papad wadis etc. There was some major public construction going on, because the whole of the city was dug up, making it look more chaotic than normal. In the evening I put K to sleep and husband was not too keen to come, so I along with the other couple headed to the temple. It was equally crowded at this time too. However, the moment we entered the temple complex we realized that we had taken the right decision to visit it at night. If during day the place looks mesmerizingly peaceful, at night time the view is even more captivating. With lights all around and the reflection of the well-lit temple in the water, the view is absolutely breathtaking. Easily one of the most beautiful sights I have seen. I felt like just occupying a corner and sitting there for hours soaking in the beauty of the place.

Ignore the quality of the picture, it was taken with my phone camera. The water is so clear that even at night the colourful fishes are clearly visible in the water!


Here is another view:


We did the mandatory parikrama clicking pictures all along and this time gained entry into the temple through the exit. It was already about 9 30, time for the holy book to be taken back to Akal Takht for the night, in a palanquin. We were lucky that we got a chance to view this spectacle from so close. Devotees were thronging over to touch the holy book once. After that we did a round of the inside of the temple and came out. Now here is when I noted the best part about the temple. The moment the entourage left the temple carrying the holy book in the palanquin, an army of young men immediately took up the job of clearing the temple. They started picking up the mats etc which had been laid down to protect people from the cold floor. They started cleaning the whole complex with brooms and wipers, and all this was happening with such mechanical efficiency and dedication that I was really amazed. I had never seen this in any other holy place! The most appreciable part was that all these volunteers were so polite in their demeanor, they did not ask anyone to leave the temple as it was getting closed. People could still sit there for whatever time they wanted. Even when people go inside the shrine for darshan during regular hours, I did not see any priest or anyone asking them to hurry up and make way for others. No. Women were crowding the place and sitting inside with small babies, others were just being careful. No one was asking anyone to just hurry up and exit the temple like the way it happens in many Hindu temples I have been to. It was really a pleasant surprise.

Even when we were standing outside the shrine wondering where to get the kaadha pershaad from, a volunteer came to us and very smilingly helped us. The other time when we were wondering how to get inside with the little kids, another one offered help and they were so nice and polite with us. I really admired the genuine dedication and sincerity of these volunteers. It felt as if they were there out of their own will and devotion and not because they had been asked/ forced to do any kind of seva. This was the highlight of the visit to Golden Temple for me.

Another thing which I really appreciated was the fact that no pershaad/ flowers etc are allowed inside the temple. So it is much cleaner than other places. You buy the pershaad outside and offer it outside the temple only. By the time I came out of the temple, I was mighty impressed.

Post the temple visit, we headed to the city to eat something. So from a nearby shop- a really small one, we bought some jalebis, and then reached Bhrawan da dhaba. We were scared that it might be closed, but it was jam packed at 11 in the night also. We had to wait for some 10 minutes to get a place, and the food arrived in flat 10 minutes! This time we had ordered a thaali- which had pindi chole and one more dish and tandoori roti, and bang! It was one of the most awesome meal I had had in a long time. It completely justified the craze for the place, and why it is so famous. After filling ourselves to the nose, we headed back to the hotel.

We went to Jallianwaala Bagh the next day. However, before that we again paid a visit to the Golden Temple. The idea was that husband wanted to do the darshan. But it was too crowded, so we just managed to visit till the sarovar and came out. But good part was we got to view the temple at all times of the day. It looks different but equally beautiful at all hours.

Jallianwaala Bagh is situated around 300 meters from the Golden temple. It is actually a very small ground. The entrance to the bagh is the same as it was when the tragedy happened in 1919. As I have said earlier, the whole town was dug up, especially the area around Jallianwaala Bagh, so it was even more chaotic and crowded. Inside it is like any other government maintained park, except for the well and the area where they still have the bullet marks preserved and marked. The well has been covered with an iron grill now up to the top. While looking at the well-marked bullet shots, I did get goosebumps for a while! One tends to imagine what the sight would have been, hundreds of unarmed innocent people trying to escape, save their lives from the armed policemen. There is a small museum also inside the bagh. It is just a small gallery with cemented floor and very badly maintained interiors, with pictures of some of the people who either survived the Jallianwalla Bagh massacre or are related to the event in some way. Each picture carries a description, which is pretty detailed. However, I was pretty disappointed with the sad state the museum is in. The government can do a much better job here. It looks pretty neglected. Infact, for that matter the whole of Jallianwalla Bagh looks pretty ill maintained. The authorities can definitely maintain it better.



Surprisingly the gate to the Bagh is still the same. There is only one entry, and the size of the entrance is also the same. It is actually a pretty small entrance.

Post this, we spent the rest of the shopping. As I said earlier that our hotel was in middle of the town, so we just had to step out and we were in middle of the main market. We explored the market on foot. Shops after shops of phulkari, Punjabi jutis, woolens and papad wadia. It was such a great feeling meandering through the narrow lanes of the market dotted with innumerable small shops brimming with colorful phulkari. No malls can compare with the vibrancy of small town markets. They have a different smell, a different feel altogether. Innumerable narrow lanes dotted with hundreds of shops, some of which are too narrow to even accommodate not more than 2 persons at a time, sometimes the entire lane is covered by a marquee and entangled electric wires that even the sky is not visible. It was fun roaming through the old market. We eventually stepped into a woolens shop. The friend wanted to buy some shawls, and I also ended up picking two. Then we bought some more woolens and eventually the friend bought a lot of phulkari dress material. My best buy there was the Punjabi juti. I had never owned a pair before, but on insistence of my friend bought two pair. Not only do they look beautiful, but they are also quite comfortable to wear and pocket friendly.

After that we went back to the hotel and ordered food from some Surjit food plaza. Aha! It was pure bliss. We had fish, tandoori chicken and dal tadka I guess. O my God, it tasted heavenly. Highly recommended if you ever visit the city. After a sumptuous meal we called it a day.

The next day was our last day in the town. In the morning we went to Durgayana Temple. It is made similar to the Golden temple. Not a great place to visit if you are not very religious. Then we had planned for a trip to Wagah border. We were not very sure how this would pan out because we had kids with us and people told us that there is a walk of around one km to the venue. However, going back without paying a visit to the border sounded like a crime, so we booked a hotel cab, got VIP passes arranged through husband’s friend and headed to the Wagah Border. I was not very keen on watching the parade show. I was keener on having a glimpse of the other side of the border. I know it is highly impossible that I will ever get a chance to visit Pakistan in this lifetime, and given my interest in History of partition it is on the top of my to visit places. Therefore, this seemed like a dream come true for me. To say that I was super excited would be an understatement.

We reached there and got a seat in the VIP aisle. The atmosphere there is electrically charged. There is a BSF guy, very fit and tall, who acts like a master of ceremony and guides people to shout Indian slogans. Bollywood patriotic numbers are blaring on music system and the atmosphere is simply electrifying!! For a moment a deluge of patriotism engulfs you. It feels as if by shouting Vande Matram and Bharat maata Ki Jai! you are actually doing some great service to the nation!! It is like a screaming match, similar slogans are shouted from the other side and obviously we have to win..:) Also, on the Indian side, this ceremony master invites women and children to come on the passage between the stands and dance as well. This does not happen on the Pakistani side. Then there is the parade ceremony, which I did not find very interesting. Yes, but it’s a must visit place as the energy there is unparalleled. The place has a feel and that cannot be missed. I loved the visit to the Wagah border. Somehow it made me think about the whole partition thing and how it feels so weird that just 29 km further from Wagah is Lahore and many other villages and towns which so many Indians long to visit.


We had our return journey the same day. So after returning to the hotel, we picked up our luggage and headed to the railway station.

Honestly speaking, when I was in Amritsar, I did not know that I would write so fondly about the trip so many months after coming back from there. But now when I look back, I feel that it was one of the most enjoyable trips of my life. I really loved the warmth of the place. Its small but the city has a character. There are a couple of episodes which I must mention here. On one of our cycle rickshaw trips to the Golden Temple, I asked the rickshaw wala about any place where we could get authentic papads etc. Another rickshaw wala passing by overheard me, and without even me asking, started telling in Punjabi where I can get blankets from. Then our rickshaw wala said..”O ni puch re..papad wadian puch re si..”. That was so cute. This can only happen in a small town…J

Then while travelling by the e-rickshaw, we met a lady. She could figure out that we were tourists. She smiled at the kids, and started asking us where were we from, where we were staying, and started telling about herself. These casual, unguarded conversations can only happen in small towns.

I would always remember this trip all my life. Infact I plan to revisit the Golden Temple whenever I get another chance.


Kids having some fun in the hotel room when mommies were out shopping:



This birthday I got myself gifted a Kindle. My reading had considerably gone down in past two years. I somehow lost all interest in reading any books and just like writer’s block, I had reached a reader’s block. This block lasted too long, as I must have hardly read 5-6 books in the last 2 years. I just did not feel like picking up anything. I would open our book shelf and take out some titles, but either would not read them at all, or leave them mid-way. Infact so much was the aversion to books that I did not even feel like browsing internet for new titles. Though husband at home keeps reading books all the time and the fact that he is already a proud owner of a Kindle, also did not help much.

Then few months ago I realized that I need to revive my reading habit. I immediately decided that since I am showing no interest in going near the hard copies of any books, I need to try this beautiful device called Kindle. I had earlier read a couple of books on husband’s Kindle and found the experience quite good. So I decided to gift myself a Kindle this year. It was duly ordered before the birthday and surprisingly arrived well in time, so that I had my new device with a beautiful cover on my birthday.

I have read quite a bit about other people’s experiences of this device and how it fetched vis-s-vis a hard copy books, and people had mixed things to say. Infact before I bought one myself, I use to think that Kindle is just books in soft copy format. However, now that I have had the device for almost a month, I think I am in a position to share my experience of using it.

I am really finding it very -very useful. It is so much more than just soft copies of books. The functionalities that the device offers are so many. To name a few:

  1. I really like the fact that you can order the book online and it is delivered immediately. No need to wait for the hard copy to be delivered, when you actually want to pick up the right away and read. So yes, instant gratification is one major factor why I am already a fan of Kindle.
  2. The fact that I can read sample chapters before ordering a book. Though I could do this in a book store also, but then nothing like the convenience of sitting in your living room and going through as many sample chapters as you want!
  3. Another major factor is that it gives you suggestions based on your choices. I simple love this feature. I am not very good at surfing books. As in when I go to a book store, I generally hover around my favorite section- Indian Fiction, and try picking up the interesting titles. That is one reason I get absolutely confused when I go to reader’s heaven like a book fair. Therefore, when Kindle gives suggestions based on books I have already read, it becomes so easy to surf for relevant titles.
  4. We have a huge house, but absolutely limited storage space. One side of our bed-box is full of books and there is one book rack which houses the remaining books. Other than this there are many books which are shifted from one temporary place to another as per convenience. Having a Kindle has solved this practical problem of finding space for new books. No we can have as many books as we want without having to worry about space.
  5. Price- Yes! A great plus point- most Kindle editions are cheaper as compared to their hard copy versions.
  6. The Kindle Unlimited feature- I have become a paid member- and have actually found quite a few interesting titles under this.
  7. The dictionary feature is also a very useful thing. Not that I am very prompt at looking for meaning of new words while reading a book, I generally try to guess the meaning in the context, but now I actually stop and look for meaning of new words.
  8. Easy to carry, and I can read multiple books at one time. Small features like the book opens at the same page where left- all these make reading so much more pleasure.

I am sure I am yet to discover many things as I use it more, but based on my experience till now, it’s a wonderful device for book lovers. And no, I am not missing reading the hard copy books yet. Husband says that it will happen at some point, but as of now no. I am thoroughly enjoying my new device. The fact that I have already read the following books in the last one month says it all:

  1. The Making of Exile: Sindhi Hindus and the Partition of India
  2. It Happens for a Reason
  3. Amritsar: Mrs Gandhi’s Last Battle
  4. The Girl I Last Loved
  5. Why Men and Women Can’t Be Friends
  6. Why We Love the Way We Do
  7. Climbing the Mango Trees: A Memoir of Childhood in India- Currently Reading

I want to do a book review of the books in bold above.

So far so good. I plan to read at least 50 books by end of this year. Hopefully I will be able to maintain this momentum and finish my target.

The Making of Exile: Sindhi Hindus and the Partition of India

The Making of Exile

I have read many books on the partition of India. This is a phase of modern history which interest me a lot. However, of all the books I read or material I read online/ on blogs, has all been about the Punjab partition. The fact that the loss of human life and property was highest in the Punjab, with millions of people displaced in a matter of months, amid utter violence and chaos, is may the main reason why the displacement of other ethnic groups in and after 1947 has not been as widely written about as that of Punjabi.
However, as India attained independence and a new nation was carved out, there were people other than in Punjab, who had to leave their land, property and homes to migrate to the other side of the border. Sindhi Hindus were one such community.
This book by Nandita Bhavnani talks about the movement of Sindhi Hindus from Sindh in Punjab to various parts of India post partition. It begins with a brief history of Sindhis in Sindh- undivided India, and goes on to explain how eventually after partition, Sindhi Hindus started migrating to India. The book touches upon all aspects of life of Sindhi Hindus post and pre migration. It gives us a detailed account of the prosperity and power the Sindhi Hindus enjoyed in Sindh. Though they were in minority, this community had a stronghold in Sindh by virtue of being the most enterprising and therefore most wealthy of the lot. It gives a beautiful account of the cities of Karachi, Hyderabad (Sindh) as well. When partition occurred, unlike Punjab and Bengal which were divided with each nation keeping a part of the land, Sindh was altogether given to Pakistan. This is a very interesting part of the book, where the writer explains how reluctant the Sindhi Hindus were in leaving their homeland and moving to India, and they did not start migrating immediately. Apparently the Sindh administration was much better in controlling violence and taking timely measures and spreading the message that Hindus did not need to leave Sindh, they would enjoy their civil rights in the new country. However, given the mass migration of Muslims from this side of the border to both Punjab and Sindh, made the atmosphere hostile towards Sindhi Hindus, which led to a couple of major violent incidents. However, the author highlights, that the main reason for Sindhi Hindus to migrate was the social status of Sindhis which had gone down. The Sindhi though lesser in numbers were the dominant community in Sindh. They were the traders, the land owners and controlled the economy. Moreover, the Sindhi Muslims are a moderate lot and the Sindhi culture dominated the province population. Therefore the relations among various communities were relatively peaceful. However, with the province filling up with Muhajir (Muslims who migrated from east), and eying the Hindu property, in lieu of the property they had left behind, or in many cases just being greedy, led to an overall environment of hostility towards Sindhi Hindus, who then started migrating to India.
The book then covers the whole time period of migration and settlement of Sindhis in India, the political scene, the change in demographics of Sindh- which also includes individual accounts of people on the uncertainty they underwent, the challenges they faced in the refugee camps and finally how they settled. It also talks about those who chose to stay behind and if they could continue to stay there. While we have read a lot about the challenging train journeys that carried people across the border in Punjab, this books gives a graphical account of the painful ship journeys between Karachi and Bombay. The scarcity of tickets, the bad conditions on the ships and the long-awaited waits for people’s turn to board one.
The best part about the book is that it comes across as very well researched, with live accounts of people thrown in. There are detailed accounts of people of what they felt/ went through during those times. This gives a lot of insight into the lives of people then. It gives an elaborate description of inter community relations and the religious landscape of the then Sindh. All the aspects of the migrating population starting ’47 till the time the migration kept happening in ’52-’53 has been covered in detail. It then flows seamlessly as it describes the life of Hindus in Karachi and other less progressive cities in Pakistan. The test of a good book on history is if it is able to transport you the time period it talks about, and if it makes you read about the subject more. The author has been successful in doing both.
Another highlight of the book is that it also has accounts from Sindhi Muslim on the conditions that prevailed then. The book not only talks about the physical difficulties faced by the people in resettling but also, the stigma they faced owing to their Sufi believes. The author shares how in Gujarat and Rajasthan the refugees from the neighbouring province were at times labelled “the ‘meat-eating’ Sindhi Hindus who are Muslims at heart.” Similarly, she quotes a Sindhi Muslims, who shared close affinity with Sindhi Hindus in Sindh “Sindhi Muslims are peace-loving people. They are hospitable and work with patience and deep-thinking. The result has been that Sindhi Muslims have been accused as dishonourable, pro-Hindu and anti-Islamic.”
There are a lot of things which I learnt for the first time through the book like the Jai Hind College in Mumbai was set up by the founders of D J College in Karachi; the teachers and the staff were Hindu members of the faculty who had been displaced. Similarly, the city of Gandhidham in Gujarat was set up by one of the Sindhi philanthropist, Bhai Pratap, who was keen that Sindhis should have a linguistic territory in India too, and therefore set up this small town in the Kutch region of Gujarat. Though his dream, was not successful as the Sindhis had by that time already started settling themselves in the bigger cities and were reluctant to move.
The author has actually created a go to reference book for all Sindhis and others, those who want to study the history of Sindhi people. A must read book for those who are interested in the history of partition.

Questions ((Q)rious)

I know this is cheating…:) But I already missed posting yesterday, because of my haywire schedule and lots and lots of work. I am already about to hit the midnight mark, and I also have to post with R. So to write a sweet and short post I have tweaked the title a bit.
We are having white wash in our house these days. Kavya, the curious, is quite amused by the whole thing. Every day when she come and sees things moved from their place, she is quite surprised. She roams around the house asking questions: “Mere toyzz yahan kaise aa gaye?”, “Meri photo yahan kisne laga di?”, “ye uncle kaun hain?”, ”Inka naam kya hai?”…the whole day she jumps around asking questions.
Infact, this whole curiosity thing started few months back. She started asking questions after every sentence. While on road, she would randomly ask about some passerby. Then, “unka naam kya hai?” Then I would say a random name like Suresh/ Ramesh. After some time she realized that I am repeating these names, so she would say- “no..no..kya hai unka naam..?” Now I give a new name every time. It is so funny!
Now she makes proper questions- “ Mumma…Why did you come?”..”Mumma, who is that…What’s his name?”
At this point I realized that I can actually change the name of the post to Questions from Q(rious)…:D
Some of her pet questions are:
“Mumma aapke baal aise kyun ho gaye?”
“Mumma, papa kahan jaa rahe hain?”
“Mumma, main kyun nahi gayi papa ke saath?”
And some more intelligent ones like:
“Mumma, mere papa meri naani ke kya hote hain?”
“Mumma, cook aunty kyun nahi aayi?”
“Cook aunty phir kyun nahi aayi?” (If the answer to above question is that she has already cooked and gone..:)
“Mumma, mere yahan par kya ho gaya?” pointing to very tiny red rash on her skin.
“Mumma, uske ghar ka naam kya hai?” When she wants to know where someone lives. She thinks that the name of our house is Gurgaon. So when we are outside anywhere and she wants to go home, she would say Gulgaon chalo..:) Specially for using washroom, she just wants to be back home.
“Mumma, vo kya kah layi thi?” (If she missed hearing something I was talking to someone about)

And the list is endless…
Her questions are pretty entertaining though. It is her learning process. I am enjoying it. I can see that very soon she will be all grown up, and I will miss these cute conversations with her…
Here is one gem I kind of discovered today. I had heard this song earlier, but I am on Diljit Dosanjh music spree since yesterday, and I just discovered the lyrics of this one..:)

The song is “Veer Vaar”- bad internet- unable to post video here..tata..posting before it conks again!


I suck at packing. It is something which induces major anxiety in an already anxious person like me. Whenever we have to travel, I spent almost a complete day doing packing. I am always so confused about what to pack and what not, that I end up keeping more stuff that I actually need, resulting in huge suitcases or multiple bags for just a couple of days of vacation/ travel. I make a list of things I need to carry, so my list has heads like clothes, toiletries, footwear, medicines, electronics, Kavya’s diapers (thankfully no more needed now) etc. Now some of this stuff is pretty simple to pack- like medicines. However, it’s the heads like clothes, and Kavya’s things that baffle me like nothing. Even when I go by occasions and days and try calculating the total number of clothes to keep, I always end up packing more clothes than needed. Since the time I had K, I have been packing almost all of her seasonal clothes, if I am going to stay out of station for more than 5 days. I keep everything, in the fear that she may run short of clothes and then I will be in trouble. After K came into picture, this confusion and anxiety has only increased. What toys are enough to keep her occupied during the journey and at the said place? Her medicine box almost goes everywhere in full entirety. What shoes to keep for her…O my God! The list is endless. Thankfully, both of us do not own too many footwear, so the choice is limited in this department. It’s the clothes usually which create a mayhem. Other than what to keep, there is also a huge lack of planning on my part I feel. When I initiate packing, I do not have a plan in my head. So it takes me twice the amount of time than should be actually needed. I make so many rounds of the various rooms to collect stuff, that I am almost dead tired by the end of it. This lack of plan also creates anxiety. If it’s packing for winters- then God only help me. Woollens confuse me. What sweater/ jacket to wear with which piece of clothing, is a question I am yet to find answer to. So I feel like keeping all my jackets and sweaters, this multiplies the luggage. Add to it K’s winter wear- and I am drowned in packing anxiety!

I am so scared that I may need the only item I miss packing. I find it extremely inconvenient to buy anything in a new place. Even if I am going to a proper city with all facilities and staying close to a super market- I just find it extremely wasteful to buy something just for those few days, just because I forgot to carry it.

As I said I have tried making lists etc., but it only solves the problem partially. I am still over packing and wasting too much time.

This time however, I approached the problem from the other end. When I was packing for a trip to my parents’ place in March- I just allocated 2 hours for packing. I decided that I will pack whatever I can think of in those 2 hours. I noted down the major things I had in kind on our white board. And then kept ticking them off, creating separate entries for whatever was pending in each head. Like- in Toiletries- brush etc. This did help to a certain extent. I realized that I had packed almost all essentials, and I had avoided taking headache for the whole day. I just did everything mechanically. I was happy that I could save time. When I speak to other people, they are so relaxed about this whole thing. I know of friends who are not only very smart at packing but also take very little time. But, then I am not cool like them in many other things also. And as I write this I realize that like many other things, this is something I need to search on Google. May be I will get many options on how to be a smart packer. Let me add this to my goals now. I need to learn the art of packing smartly, by my next trip. And that reminds me, that I need to take a stock of my goals made at the beginning of the year. Let me do that in one of the upcoming post.


I read Sayesha’s blog, and picked up the title from there. This is my 2nd post of the day as I want to be on track in the marathon. Off late I have realized that I feel much older than say I did a couple of years back. I mean older than my age. Not boring or old old, but a lot grown up. This time I went to my school when I had visited my parents. There was a recent development, the principal of the school is now a guy who was my batch-mate! He is the nephew of our old principal, and as part of family “business” has taken over the school now. It was great meeting him, but felt really weird. It seemed as if we studied in the school like some centuries back. It was result day and all teachers were there, but I hardly knew a handful of them. Most teachers from our time had retired and there were all new faces around. My mother also teaches in the same school and is about to retire in 2019. When I saw the school magazine, it felt so nostalgic. That magazine had carried a lot of my articles at one time…J After leaving school, for many years my mom’s students would come home for tuitions etc., and most of them would know me, as I was few batches senior to them. Now, when kids come, they obviously have no idea who we are- my siblings and I. It feels really old, that we are not even relevant any more. Generations have passed since we left school!

Like, when I see pictures of some of my teachers now- many of them got married when we were in school, and now their kids are studying in professional colleges.  People my age in the colony, are all parents now with kids much older than mine. And then when I listen to 90’s songs, O my God!, it just feels like yesterday when I was going crazy over the DDLJ album, and last year it celebrated 20 years. Someone rightly said that time flies fast. I am already approaching mid- thirties. There are a couple of observations I have made off late regarding age and getting old. Let me share them here:

  1. I have realized that age had nothing to do with your aspirations in life. Or to put it differently, the heart does not age as fast as body. In my heart I still feel 20. No, I am not saying- I still like partying every weekend, or getting drunk etc. But the need to have fun, to enjoy life, to celebrate- that does not come down with age. I have started empathizing with old people a lot more. You still want good things in life, no matter what your age. And I can understand what really old people must feel like- when we assume they have no aspirations or need for fun or they just need to pass their time now. Worst, when we burden them with responsibility of raising our kids, or things like that. We assume, they are done with all fun in life. No, the heart is never done.
  2. I have realized that the only thing that will go with till the end is your health. HEALTH. The most important thing you own and should value. It must be taken very good care of. PERIOD.
  3. My attitude towards parents. This is one thing I am hating most about growing old- that parents are growing older. I guess this is the most I have valued them by far. Till mid-twenties, they were providers and the thought that they would also grow old never crossed my mind. But as my father approaches 70, and my mum 60, I am much more concerned about their health and well-being now. I want to spend as much time I can with them. I have never cherished time spent with them more.
  4. Another very important thing I am realizing now is that- even my time is limited. I mean I had dreams of becoming something, doing a lot of stuff. I realize that if I actually do not start working on those dreams now- it would actually be too late. I may die as a pile of regrets. And that is a big motivation. I have started working on things that really make me happy. I will do a separate post on that later, but now I truly want my each day to count.
  5. Since Kavya turned three and is growing independent, I realize, that spending time with kids is so important. In few years’ time, she will need me much much less than now, and I will miss this. So spending more and more time with her is my biggest priority.
  6. Looking good. I did not want to mention this here, but then why not? I realize, that the “youth” part is slowly going to fade. The downhill journey has already started, but few years left before the lines actually start showing up. I want to pay as much attention to my dressing as possible. I have been a lazy dresser all my life, but I want to change that now. I have joined the #100sareepact (More about that later), and through that I am trying to work on my dressing. I just wish that this effort stays on.
  7. The last and the most important- taking control. I have realized that life is too short to be spent on negative things. So cutting all the negativity should be one prime objective. I only want to be surrounded by people who are genuine and who care. Rest are all noise, and need to be cut out from life. Be it work, family, friends- there should only be space for those who add something positive.

I plan to write more posts on the last point in the coming days. Now I am off to bed. It’s been a tiring week, and more work awaits tomorrow!