Stories about air

A soldier, lost in translation

An endless wave of nothingness arrives: The storm, the red eye and the golden nose; The plunge of the people and the nosedives; Waving upon the wild cherry crossbows, The warm air in the engine cools me down, The colour changes; from black to nut-brown, The air foresees a mist from the western hallows; The tail of the behemoth creeps upon the shadows.   The jarring men wiry and scathing, Skin measled with scrawling screws; Itching toes rubbing against gunmetal swarf The ears bellow in the wailing sound, sucking the air from the atmosphere. The blades grumbled and crumbled against the flesh that trudged the gruntled wind, The brass that lent itself to ...

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Kashmir, a paradise no more

Chhapak…chhapak. The oarsman slowly rows his shikara, a wooden taxi houseboat, as I breathe fresh air and put my fingers into the cold water. This is my first visit to Kashmir and I always wanted to visit it – to take a shikara ride alone on the splendiferous, enchanting Dal Lake in paradise, that is Kashmir. A unique experience indeed; every now and then I go into a state of trance, a psychological state induced as if by a magical incantation. Photo: Sapan Kapoor There is something intoxicating in this air. It puts me in a daze. In a nearby ...

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Life had been drained out of her…

She looked like someone had drained all her strength. I could not stand it anymore, so I closed my browser and made my way towards her. She looked dull and weak. I observed her silently, praying to God to restore her strength. After all, how much longer could she survive with only an ounce of energy left? She had already struggled so much, living in this restricted area and now she was finding it difficult to breathe and communicate any more. She lay there, helpless. I stooped over her and examined her to see if there was any physical mishap but ...

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The hunt for honour

The sun was up and the air was taking a morning nap. The streets ran the regular barking commotion, And cockcrow shrieks were deafening the pedestrians walking by. The birds crowded the sky as if signalling a warning coming by. The surrounding racket favoured their hunt so much, That some even supposed the gods were on their side that day.   Soon, they spotted their prey, Unescorted, alone, trying her best not to be noticed and mind her way. If only I had an invisibility veil, she thought to herself. Praying under her breath on every step to reach home in one piece.   But they were too many, armed with anything strong and blunt They ...

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Have Asthma? Here is how Aloe Vera gel can save you!

The increase in industrial and vehicular pollution has led to the rise in Asthma cases around the world. Other factors that trigger asthma are anxiety, depression and an overactive immune system.   In this disease, the air passage in the lung compresses making it difficult for the person to breathe in an effortless manner. There are many medicines available in aiding Asthma, including synthetic steroid-based inhalers, but they do not offer a long-lasting solution to this debilitating disease. Inhalers are used world wide by people with respiratory problems. Photo: AFP Aloe vera gel can be effectively used to combat Asthma in a safe, natural way. The immuno-modulating ...

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Coke Studio vs Nescafe Basement – is there a winner?

Finally, the most awaited season of Coke Studio is on air. However, like last year, it seems like Coke Studio has not been able to ignite the same interest in people like it did in the first two seasons. Having said that, with just one episode on air, it is probably too early to determine the success of this season. What is different this time however, is that Coke Studio seems to have competition – and that too, young and fresh competition – in the form of Nescafe Basement. This show has been produced by Zulfiqar Jabbar Khan, better known as Zulfi, who used to be a part of Entity Paradigm (EP) and is currently in the band Call. ...

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Dark is beautiful in India but fair is lovely in Pakistan?

Switch on your telly. A tall beautiful girl is running through the field; or a sea of flowers, or walking through a bright mansion. A fashionable gown hugs her slim waist and her hair flows in the air flawlessly. She turns around. Looks at you with all the sexual appeal she can muster and bells tinkle as she speaks the three most important words in the world right now, “Buy these biscuits.” Biscuits can be used interchangeably with an insurance policy, shaving foam, ice cream, juice and even the down payment on a new garden estate near the city. The Pakistani audiences are mesmerised. Or are ...

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Air travel: Royal treatment only if you are not Pakistani

I have realised of late that flying is no longer as enjoyable as it used to be, especially transit travel or stop-over flights. This realisation hit me recently when I travelled from London to Islamabad and had a stop-over in Dubai. The journey began well with the flight from London to Dubai well-equipped with the latest gadgets and gizmos; the air hostesses were polite and smiling; and there was a general aura of comfort and relaxation. However, this comfort did not last long and there was a world of difference in the connecting flight from Dubai to Islamabad. The plane itself was ...

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Crystal clear water, clean air and hospitality: This is the Makran Coastal Highway

Pakistan has always been hailed as a paradise for adventurous souls. From the valleys and mountains of Khyber Pakhtunkhwa to the deserts and beaches of Balochistan, we have some of the most unique combinations of natural beauty in the world. Yet, the more I travel across different regions of this beautiful country, the more I realise how little I, like many of us living in the cities, know about the gorgeous scenery and breathtaking views that exist all around us, just waiting to be explored. This realisation hit me again on my recent trip to the Makran Coastal Highway and ...

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Security checks: Why are military (looking) men and women exempt?

My husband and I had the dubious fortune of visiting a government office recently. Before we entered we were stopped at a security barrier as usual. My husband has a martial air about him, it seems, because they often mistake him for an army officer. In Lahore, that’s useful.  Not one to be left behind, I too can produce my alter ego when required, you know, as though there’s something smelly under my nose, like Mrs Malfoy, and that’s useful too. The security guard took one look at us two stiff necks in the back seat and his resolution ...

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