This Article is From Dec 09, 2014

A 20-Something Crosses the Border to Pakistan

(Nikita Singla is an IIT Delhi graduate and currently works as International Affairs Consultant.)

I said, "I want to go to Pakistan..." and I couldn't finish.

Reactions:  "There are so many new places you can see, then why Pakistan?"

Reactions:  "If a war starts between India and Pakistan, the first thing they will do is seal the borders and you will be left on the other side forever."

Reactions:  "Believe us, it's not safe to go there. You won't even get a US visa after this."

Born and brought up in a Punjabi family, in an environment 'not so friendly' to the Muslim world, these questions did not surprise me much. But the question remained if this resentment was a result of 'Islamophobia' or the lens through which the world sees Pakistan as the haven for the world's Al-Qaedas and the Talibans.

I was clear in my head, I wanted to go and find my own answers. I reached Amritsar with fingers crossed and clueless if I would get a visa. Finally, everything fell in place and it ended with a lot of "We cannot believe you are doing this" lines.

I was the youngest on a 16-member peace delegation to Pakistan for a conference on South Asia People's Union. The moment we crossed Wagah and got to the other side, a chill ran down my spine to see the site where a suicide bombing had followed the daily parade, exactly a week before. And for a second, I was amazed by the Sanskrit mantras I was chanting with  mind-boggling speed in my greed to seek blessings from all the Hindu Gods I had known till date.

A shower of rose petals by our Pakistani friends who had come to receive us at the border  was something I had definitely not expected. South Asia Partnership (SAP) Pakistan's team gave us a warm welcome.

We headed for lunch and over the meal, I  could not make out the difference between them and me. We looked similar, wore similar clothes, ate similar food and spoke the same language, that Punjabi with the same accent, except for the 'Haye Rabba' I burst into and the 'Haye Allah'  they burst into, while laughing.

Within a few hours, hundreds of Pakistanis invited me to their homes and cities for lunches, dinners and stay overs. It seemed that the entire country went out of the way to welcome me. Believe me, Pakistani hospitality cannot be overstated. That day's session was at the Human Rights Commission of Pakistan's office. When I heard the Member Parliaments, Cabinet Ministers, Supreme Court Advocates and who's who of Lahore mentioning how grateful they were to have the Indian delegation with them, despite the recent attack at the Wagah border, I, for some reason, was feeling proud of myself.

With every next day, the week was getting more exciting - following sessions in Lahore Chamber of Commerce and Zakariya University, dinner meetings with eminent dignitaries of the city, and interviews with local newspapers.

Two days in, I was already regretting that I had only a week-long visa. In my free time, I went around to see the stunning views this place had. From Lahore fort to Minar-e-Pakistan to Badshahi mosque, I always had somebody local accompanying me and explaining the history of the place. When somebody you just met takes a day off at work to help you shop at the famous Anarkali and Liberty markets, you can be sure you are in Pakistan! I realized how an average Indian thinks a million times of all what is wrong with Pakistan. And just a week spent like that tells you how beautiful and kind this place and its people are.

Towards the end of my stay, I asked somebody significantly senior if I could see a Pakistani wedding. And he very promptly said, "Beta ji, hamaare mazhab mein chaar kar sakte hain. Aaj hi begum se jaa ke poochta hun ki bachhi ko nikah dekhna hai."

Turns out that Punjabis have the same sense of humor everywhere.

In a concluding dinner session at the office of Pakistan People's Party, when a senior Member of Parliament stood up to offer his seat to my 24-year -old self, I knew for sure, this country respects women.

The longer you stay, the more you fall in love with the people and the place. For just one moment, I wished Pakistanis were less hospitable.

Things in Pakistan won't change overnight. But a mere visit does shatter many misconceptions.  All those who call Pakistan a failed state need to go to Lahore. That's the city I can confidently vouch for and am sure other places are no less. Terror attacks intensifying in some parts of Pakistan cannot be ignored but does it mean that small population is a representative of the 200 million Pakistanis who are doing amazing things within and outside the country? Certainly not! It's time we stop blaming polity of both the nations. It's time to switch off the news channels and get out of our houses for once.
Our soils are parted, let's not part our souls! Be the change! Cross and let cross...the borders..


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