I had to disappear from the scene for a while owing to the nature of my job. Have been busy as it’s the start of a new semester here at the university. Lots of work to do, and hence no time for blogging as frequently. But I love my job nevertheless, and I enjoy teaching. Nothing like it.
So, I have been taking pictures of a lot of things lately, thanks to modern cellphones that come with an inbuilt camera. It’s spring here and there are flowers everywhere, our university’s campus is blooming with flora and fauna of sorts. I wanted to share with you a very beautiful view that I came across, and also felt like writing about it.
Peshawar city, where I’m living now, is one of the oldest living cities in South Asia, and many of its residents feel nostalgic when they look at the historic buildings of the city like the Kissa Khuwani Bazaar, Masjid Mahabat Khan and Bala Hisaar Fort that date from the Mughal Era. Hundreds of years ago, Peshawar was a very touristy place famous with merchants from Central Asia, who dealt in dried fruits, woolen products, rugs and carpets. The city was under British control from 1849-1947, and several residential areas, especially the Cantonment feature buildings dating from the British Era.
Peshawar is surrounded by hills and mountains from three sides that make it look like a valley. The hills are an amazing sight to see, and have history associated to them.
While commuting to and from work, I’ve always stared at the hills that are visible from the road and our campus. They look majestic both in the morning and in the evening, particularly because of how bright they appear in sunlight when it falls on them, or peeks from behind them during a sunset.
These hills aren’t the lush kind, they’re kind of rocky. Mostly covered with grass, and having limestone and gravel, these hills are still no less than a marvel. I call them a “marvel” because they have the historical “Khyber Pass” running through them. The most northerly and important of the passes between Afghanistan and Pakistan. The pass connects Kābul, the capital of Afghanistan with Peshāwar. The pass has historically been the gateway for invasions of the Indian subcontinent from the northwest. Through it have passed Persians, Greeks, Mughals, Afghans, and the British, for whom it was the key point in control of the Afghan border.
I’ve always been a traveller at heart, and the view of lofty hills and mountains stirs a wanderlust in me. Whenever I find my routine tedious, I feel like leaving the conventional lifestyle of the city and go live in the mountains like a bohemian. I think taking a break away from this noisy world where we’re overly occupied with worldly affairs is what can truly clear and purify our mind, body, and soul.
Living in the mountains with no T.V, cellphone and modern facilities means you’ll have a minimalist lifestyle and hence will have more time to savour the natural beauty around you. How peaceful would it be, ah!
Have you ever felt that there’s a bohemian — a wanderer, a vagabond, and an adventurer in you? Do you crave going away somewhere far?
Sometimes not knowing where you’re going is the best way to get somewhere you’ve never been!