I have always wanted to visit the Gora Qabristan (Christian Cemetery) in Peshawar but somehow my commitments always prevented me from going there. Today while having lunch at The Coffee Pot (consisting of Mixed Salad, lemonade and ice cream) and while reading “The story of Malakand Field Force” by Winston Chruchill I decided to make […]Read More A trip to the Christian Cemetery (Gora Qabristan) – Peshawar
Disclaimer: I have no affiliation with The Maple House, nor is this post about marketing their stuff. I visited this eatery and decided to write about it on my blog. The city of Peshawar never ceases to amaze me. With so many things happening around from bomb blasts, to killings and political wranglings, you suddenly […]Read More The Maple House, new restaurant in Peshawar
Sandwiched in between Warda Lawn and a vacant floor Espresso Lounge has opened an outlet in the restive city of Peshawar. The place is ideal for shoppers, those looking for a quick cappuccino or loners like me who love to think in isolation 🙂 It is on the main University Road, near Arbab Road in […]Read More Espresso Lounge now in Peshawar
Henry Martini was a single shot breech loaded rifle used by the British during late 1800’s. It was a good weapon in those times. The under-leaver located at the pistol grip would open the breech for loading a single round. The caliber is a whopping .577 inches! I am sure it must have made a […]Read More I rebuilt my Henry Martini Musket
There is one long road that passes through the city of Peshawar. It starts from from Nowshera (even beyond it and ends at the famous Torkham border). Since centuries it is a trade route unlike any. The road is dotted with markets and bazars on either side. Goods that come from Afghanistan (smuggled) make their […]Read More One way of making a living…
FATA (Federally Administered Tribal Areas) is FATA because the people of these lands chose it to be FATA. For those of you who find this comment laughable, well you can’t really fathom it till you have been there, or you belong to this place. I belong to a place which is very near FATA. So […]Read More Why FATA is FATA?
Nay they didn’t die invain, they made the ultimate sacrifice for their motherland. I was there, I saw them fight, I saw them move, I saw them crawl, I saw them smile, I saw them cry. I saw them all, for I was there. I smiled with them, I wept with them and I joked […]Read More They died with their boots on….