Nadeem Akram
Writings on the Wall Dec 31, 1969
I have been in a state of stupor for the last couple of days, ever since Mr. Zardari’s got himself nominated for the position of the President of Pakistan.
Quarter No.5 Dec 31, 1969
It had been raining for two hours. The heavens were in a generous mood that day. The sewer behind the 'servants' quarters' was overflowing with rainwater...
The Power of Faith Dec 31, 1969
Religion has become a weekend thing, where offering Friday prayers means immunity from everything that is required of a Muslim.
Javed Miandad : My Man Friday Dec 31, 1969
For a person who enjoys the status of living legend to appear on a commercial television and rave and rant like an imbecile is unbecoming of a gentleman and a cricketer of his stature.
Rawalakot: Rediscovered Dec 31, 1969
There was hardly a few dozen people there; a rarity at most tourist sites in Pakistan. Men, women, children, rich, poor, old and young all went about their business without a worry. Boats carrying families went around and around the lake without anyone og
All the King’s Men Dec 31, 1969
Cricket, it seems, is no longer a gentleman’s game. It is neither played by gentlemen nor managed by people who believed in fair play and sportsmanship.
A City of Gardens Dec 31, 1969
Any reference to Lahore as the City of Gardens has a rather hollow ring these days. That proud tradition of rippling fountains and tall arching trees is all but gone, as the city develops apace.
Confessions of a Smoker Dec 31, 1969
For instance, packs carrying warnings such as, ‘Smoking can cause birth defects’ or ‘Smoking during pregnancy can be hazardous’, would hardly deter a young man like myself to reconsider lighting one up
Yeh Faisalabad Hai Dec 31, 1969
Despite the fact that people from all four corners live and work in Faisalabad, often spending a lifetime here, the émigré culture persists. Hardly anyone ‘owns’ the city except for a handful of ‘natives’
Highway Robbery Dec 31, 1969
I was told ‘good things come to those who wait’, ‘come December, check your odometer and then divide it with the amount spent on CNG and viola: One rupee saved for every kilometer you drove’.
Innocent Until Proven Guilty Dec 31, 1969
Having taken a lot of flak for what he believes is not his fault, Ramiz Raja comes out all guns blazing.
A Rude Awakening Dec 31, 1969
I belong to the ever-growing number of Homo sapiens who secretly detest the mankind’s gradual evolution. Given a choice, we would much rather prefer to be in a horizontal position, occasionally on all fours, but never on our feet. This is so inconve
Botox For Brains Dec 31, 1969
Some suggest accountability and punitive measures, others say educating the masses is the only solution, a few believe that the answer lies in effective use of information technology, a vocal coterie of clerics say that salvation lies in the strict enforc
The True Underdogs Dec 31, 1969
As I pass over the dried blood on the road, I often wonder which breed of turtles this particular one belonged: the adamant one trying to breach the divider or the conformist who wanted to play it safe
Reconstruction or Destruction? Dec 31, 1969
There is trouble in the paradise; the hot air balloon that took off in Sharjah is losing its air. A hurriedly put together team of “bits and pieces” players is making a mockery of the game and is alienating every serious cricket follower.
Actions Speak Loud Dec 31, 1969
If we as a nation decided today that we are going to boycott American goods and services
Pakistan Today Dec 31, 1969
It seems that I am not the only one who was infected by ‘Qabacha”, our entire leadership and think tank seem to be taking his lead
Where is Imran Nazir? Dec 31, 1969
Rashid Latif was crowned the new chief of our men yielding willow and leather.
Madeleine’s ’Deadly Delusions’ Dec 31, 1969
Well over 6 million Indian and Pakistani citizens live in the Middle East and Washington’s apparent indifference towards their safety has roundly ticked off nations who generally need little reason to feel offended.
A Candid Interview With Saeed Anwar Dec 31, 1969
In which the author has an informal chat with Saeed Anwar about the Dacca Debacle, National Captaincy, and the Ever-reliable Afridi.
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