Mian Ijaz Ul Hassan

Afghanistan had great ethnic, scenic and cultural diversity. It also had streams of cascading colours ranging from turquoise to rust. Above all it was a country at peace with itself. Looking back at Afghanistan, it’s proud mountains, quiet valleys and leisurely pace of life one can only choke over old memories In 1968 it only […]

 If an artwork is resurrected by language, should it be called art or literature? It is ironic that art that rejected description and narration — because they were the spheres of literature — should itself become a slave to words depending on them to explain itself, its meaning and content When in love, every youth

Bush and company needed to build a new democratic Iraq. In the same spirit Nero burnt Rome to give the Romans a better city. What a laudable and splendid agenda There must be more than one way of cooking bhindi, or what in English we call Lady Fingers. I wonder why in England they should

 A romantic can out-jump and out-sprint anyone at the Olympics, hit a bouncer out of the stadium or thrash the hell out of a bully three times his own size to impress a fair woman I am a romantic — in so many words. The Left regards romanticism a deviation, the Right considers it a

 The artist confessed that there were a number of works that focused on individual suffering, which he thought he wouldn’t share with others. They were too intimately tragic. But in the end he broke his resolve and shared them with others in order to stop it from happening again. Choices are not easy Sometimes I

Indolence is not regarded a virtue but believe me it is not something which can be easily acquired either. I know many precious lives wasted in an effort at cultivating it. Indolence may lead to endearing private aberrations but it rarely leads to laudable public vice How can an artist know a subject without having

There are some people who believe that our nuclear technology programme is also a by-product of our aphrodisiac concerns. I don’t believe that this can be true. It is a pity that it has become a habit with us to be constantly frivolous In the colonial days the blacks and browns were encouraged to abandon

Some of the boys at our school dressed as girls could easily have made the Kinnaird girls feel jealous of their looks. Aitchison was a strange place in those days There was only one promise that Ziaul Haq kept, that was not to keep any. It was Aristotle or was it Longines, who said that

Abdul Butt, who must have the last word in almost anything, adds, that while Chaudhry Rehmat Elahi was vaingloriously laying down strong foundations for his haveli, he cared little for his own foundations that were about to crumble The New Year is already a fortnight old. It was ushered in only yesterday with jubilant functions.

Sadeqain’s studied manner, lazy intonations, dramatic pauses and unexpected asides, would leave the listener mystified. Those who were jealous of his articulate skills called it verbosity. I think he was eloquent and could occasionally be amusing In the late fifties when it became fashionable for artists to sex up their paintings with abstract elements, Sadeqain’s