Red Revenge written by F.S Aijazuddin

F.S Aijazuddin

ON the morning of Nov 9, I became Christopher Columbus. I discovered a new America.

Even though elections are held everywhere across the world, none will be remembered more than the recent contest between Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump for the White House. An 18-month-long gauntlet ran its full course from A to Z: A for acrimony, B for bitterness to X for xenophobia, Z for zealotry. The savage combat ended with a result neither had

Bitter options by F.S Aijazuddin

F.S Aijazuddin

IT takes a visit to the British Museum in London to make sense of contemporary Pakistani politics. Only there, in that shrine to unending civilisation, in those honey-combed galleries honouring man’s search for perfection, is one reassured that there is a life after life, a tomorrow as inevitable and pregnant with hope as today appears dark and burdened with despair.

Jokes Apart written by F.S. Aijazuddin

F.S Aijazuddin
The writer is an
art Historian 

I HAD meant it as a joke, but India took it seriously. I had written the other day to some Indian friends to wish them on the festival of Dussehra (Rama’s victory over his demon opponent Ravana), commenting flippantly that there would be no marks for guessing who would be Ravana this year.

Whoever in India monitors circumcised carrier pigeons and wingless emails must have intercepted my message, for sure enough a