My nostalgic memories of Rawalpindi


English: Rawalpindi Train Station

English: Rawalpindi Train Station (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


Horse and Rider

Horse and Rider (Photo credit: Istvan)


Gardener Gardening

Gardener Gardening (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


My Dad was transferred to this wonderful city named Rawalpindi.My Dad worked for the federal government.I was admitted in a convent school.My Dad thought,it was the best school in the city.Our house was a three-storeyed building in Lal Kurti Bazaar.Our school was close to my house I walked to school. One day instead of taking the usual route to my house,I decided to make a short cut.I noticed a huge swan with its babies,in one of the lanes.I don’t know why but I started to feel scared.I was walking slowly.The swan must have felt I was going to get her babies.Suddenly she bent her long neck and started chasing me.At this point not knowing what to do,I started running and crying.Somehow I escaped this frightening situation.I then made up my mind to walk along the road in the bazaar. One day as I was walking down the road towards my house,I had an eerie feeling  that the guy behind me on the bike was going to crash into me.Sure enough he did just that,I fell on the road with a few cuts and bruises.After this incidence I did not have any more trouble. My big sister hated the house we lived in,she told my Dad we must move and live in a better neighbourhood.We moved to Peshawar road.It was an area where all the army hot shots lived.The owner had several large bungalows,these were requisitioned by the government for the officers .In this area, Rawalpindi looked very different than it did in Lalkurti bazaar.There were beautiful houses where all the wealthy lived.My Dad was not one of them,he had a good job. My siblings and I had a lot of fun in the park,which was walking distance from our house. Rawalpindi the city was fairly large,it was very clean.We did not have the fear of kidnappers or evil people.I always remember,going at the back of the house up a dirt road,they used to have horse races.We would always go up the hill to watch the race.One day our part-time gardener told me he was also a jockey.Among all the questions I asked he told  me that he was going to take part in the race.He gave me the description of the horse,when next day rolled around,I was ecstatic I was going to watch the horse race,this time it would be a lot of fun,because our gardener would be one of the jockey’s participating.When the race started there were anxious moments for us siblings.We took it for granted that our gardener was going to win.Our white horse was ahead of all the others,suddenly I noticed the other horses were starting to overtake the white horse.When the race was over the white horse was almost last.Our gardener had some explaining to do.When he came next morning I was the first one to nab him with all my questions.I was angry with him because he let us down. Why he didn’t win, he told me that there were a lot of people who bet on the horse and his owner told him to slow down,to let the other horses go ahead.I said,”It means you purposely lost,.this is cheating”.He told me ,”don’t feel bad Bibi,this is what the owners do”. I also remember going to a restaurant.It had shiny floors,it felt slippery,I was about to slip and fall,my brother caught me and said”,You are such  an ignorant girl I can’t take you any where”.He ordered juice for us,this was my least favourite.I tried to finish it but couldn’t.The next time he took us,my brother ordered milkshake,I sipped it in record time. Things were going great we lived in a city we loved.As they say,”All good things come to an end”.My Dad suddenly became ill and passed away. My Mom did not want to stay In “Pindi any more.Within six months we packed all our things and bid goodbye to our most favourite city.


English: A view of peshawar road rawalpindi cantt

English: A view of Peshawar road Rawalpindi (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


12 thoughts on “My nostalgic memories of Rawalpindi

  1. Greetings,

    Thank you for this!

    Your descriptions of running from the swan, bring hit by the cyclist, and of the cheating horse racer are so vivid. You have quite a great skill at expressing joys (such as having fun in the park, and watching the horse races), as well as sadness (such as your father dying, and having to move from Pindi).

    I felt the sadness of the experience when I read about what your brother said to you when you almost fell on the slippery floors. It made me think of just how cruel some kids can be to other kids. Most of the time, this passes when kids get older and wiser. Sometimes this doesn’t seem to pass fast enough, and then you can have cruel adults.

    Yes, all good things come to an end. It’s been my experience, so far in life, that everything in the world passes, the good and the bad. That’s good, as bad conditions can seem really oppressive. Bad conditions pass…it sometimes just seems like they can’t pass fast enough.

    I really would like, one day, to be able to visit some of the places you mention such as Comilla and Rawalpindi.

    All good wishes,


    • I cannot thank you enough for your comments.Every one should be blessed with a friend like you.If you can put up with overcrowding,
      You will enjoy visiting these places.I am used to it,it does not bother me.
      Each city has its own charms,the people in these places are always happy to see new and unknown people.They like to show their Art and way of life.

      • Hi,

        What you write here makes me want to share with you that, although I work in a field somewhat removed from it, my formal education is in Anthropology.

        I have my mother to thank for this. When I was a young boy, we had a television. But then there was no such thing as cable television, and so there wasn’t many channels. Indeed, there were only four channels, one of which was the “Public Broadcasting Service.”

        It was on PBS that my mother most often left the television. On PBS was always playing the “National Geographic” show. I remember sitting mezmerized, day after day, watching other cultures, far-away lands, religions so different (or so it seemed then) than the one into which I was born, and such a wide variety of people of all colors, ethnicities, and cultures.

        I credit that early exposure (thanks to my mom) to inculcating in me a love of people. I absolutely l-o-v-e to visit new lands, meet new people, and travel to different cultures. For me, one of the real beauties of all people is in how we are so seemingly different, and yet, at the same time, so utterly the same.


        All good wishes,


      • It is very interesting to note how you got to know about different cultures.It always
        makes one feel blessed to have all these different kinds of exposures.I loved to read about your experience as a child.
        Thank you so much.

  2. Hi,

    By the way, your earlier comment on “overcrowding” makes me smile. I actually don’t suffer from overcrowding :-).

    All good wishes,


    • These places are really overcrowded.I remember we went to Dhaka after a gap of few years.
      We went to New Market to get something.My husband looked at the people and thought,there was
      some kind of procession.His cousin had a good laugh,he said,it was a normal day and this may
      look like a procession to my husband,but this is how many people move in the city daily.

      • Hi,

        Thank you for clarifying that. I’m accustomed, for the most part, to living here in North Carolina, USA in a relatively uncrowded area.

        I flew to the Amsterdam in the last couple of years. It was quite crowded in Amsterdam, but nonetheless nice.

        All good wishes,


  3. Ranu, I was smiling all through it until I got to the end..

    You know, posts/articles like these refreshes my love for my land. I love your writing style, the tiny things you mention so easily is so endearing. Lots of love and prayers for you. And remember, memories are best. Do not be sad.

    • Thank you for your wonderful comment.I am happy to know you liked it.
      Rawalpindi was a city where we the siblings had most fun,we were very young,we enjoyed
      living there and we still have very fond memories of the city.
      All the best to you.

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