Islamabad: The Good, The Bad and The Ugly (Part 1)

Guest Post by Mast Qalandar

I returned to Islamabad only recently after a long absence and was able to look at the city, once again, with the tourist’s eye. Before I get used to it and start taking everything as given, I thought, I should put down my impressions about Islamabad: the good, the bad and the ugly.

First, the good (the bad and the ugly will come in subsequent and separate posts later).

For those of you are not familiar with Islamabad, when the city was built in the early 60s its various localities or the sectors, as they are called, were given significant and interesting names like Mehran, Shalimar, Ramna and so on. For some inexplicable reasons these names went out of use and were replaced by impersonal and rather bureaucratic names like E, F, G, H and I, respectively, which are further divided into 1, 2, 3, … and so on. That is why you hear of E -7, F-6, F-7 … or G-6, G7, G8, … etc. E and F sectors being close to the Margalla hills are considered more “prestigious” than the other sectors. There is a running joke in Islamabad, which says that E is for the elite, F is for first class citizens, G is for general public, and I is for idiots who think they live in Islamabad but, in fact, they live in Rawalpindi. Obviously it is one of those classist jokes, with little substance, that one comes across all over the world.

I think it was Khalid Hasan who once rightly said that the addresses in Islamabad sound more like computer commands than anything else. I have often heard the comment that Islamabad is a city without soul (whatever that means). That it does not have history, architecture, and culture like Lahore has and that it does not have the quick pulse that Karachi has. Probably all this is true. But Islamabad has something that more than makes up for its other deficiencies. It has geography!

I am not just talking of its elevation above the sea level, which, incidentally, is a healthy 1700 feet. Nor am I talking of its latitude, which is 33 something - same as Atlanta, Georgia or Long Beach, California. It is the proximity to the Margalla hills that makes Islamabad a unique and a beautiful city. The city is so close to the hills that, on a clear day, it feels as if you could almost touch them.

The hills provide the city with a spectacular backdrop. Not only that, they also provide the outdoor enthusiasts with numerous wooded trails for trekking and picnic spots. Plus, and this is a big plus, because of the hills and its height and latitude the city has a crisp, cool and comfortable climate for 6 months of the year, and guaranteed clear blue skies for 5 days a week - on average, that is.

And, as if for embellishment, the Margalla hills also wear a light coat of snow once in while - some say every 7 years. The last time it snowed on the hills was in 2004. It looked spectacular and lasted long enough for me to drive to Pir Sohawa (35 minutes) and take a few pictures. And yes! Unlike Karachi or Lahore the city never gets swamped after rain. Even though it does rain pretty heavily at times in Islamabad: 45 inches annually.

The hills are also a haunt for wildlife some of which even strays into the city. It’s not uncommon to see monkeys coming out of the woods in the morning and crossing the Hill Side Street in sector E-7, sometime even jumping over the boundary walls of the houses, looking for food. At night the wild boars and jackals freely roam the wooded areas of the city scavenging for food. It makes Islamabad one of the few capitals of the world, if not the only one, where humans and wildlife coexist peacefully.

By Pakistani standards, Islamabad has excellent infrastructure - good roads, dependable electricity and telephone service. Above all, it is green, clean and free of the chaos seen in many of the Pakistani cities. Talking of chaos, Islamabad has got itself new traffic police, which looks good - and is good. Unlike its sleazy and sloppy predecessors the new police are serious, professional and polite. And they seem to manage the traffic pretty well. ( I hope it stays that way).

Islamabad does not have shopping malls or large department stores (yet!), but it has interesting markets or bazaars in each sector, which resemble more like the old Middle Eastern souks. They are convenient and can be fun to visit particularly in the winters in the evening. The young Afghan boys frying potato chips (French fries), roasting peanuts or popcorns or preparing tikka kebabs in their tiny stalls or selling beads and trinkets on pushcarts in front of IT stores and video shops present a delightful mixture of new and old. The bookstores sell an amazing variety of books ranging from Barack Obama’s The Audacity of Hope, Reading Lolita in Tehran to Behishti Zewar by Maulana Ashraf Thanvi.

The purpose-built flower markets in sectors F-6 and F-7 are not only convenient but delightful places to visit. And they are not expensive. A stem of gladiolas costs only 10-12 rupees as opposed to 2 to 3 dollars in New York. But if you betray an “Amreeka-platt” demeanor you might have to pay more.

One of the greatest funs and pleasures, however, of living in Islamabad, that is, if you love outdoors and nature, is being able to go trekking or picnicking in the Margallas. There are numerous trails leading to different peaks. Walking through the woods, especially in spring or early summer, and listening to the silence of the forest, broken only by the birds or an occasional rustle in the bushes caused by a surprised animal, can be an intoxicating experience. Wild fragrance of acacia and pine trees and sanatha shrubs pervades the air. I tell my friends that you could get a “high” on forest fragrance. Some jokingly suggest that the “high” I am talking about probably comes from the marijuana that grows wild and in abundance in the woods of Islamabad.

There is even a purpose-built and dedicated biking track going through a wooded area. But I have not seen many people biking on it. I guess there are certain things that “self-respecting” Pakistanis won’t do. Biking is one of them, the other being carrying anything heavier or larger than a briefcase. It’s a cultural thing, I guess.

Another fun place to visit is Daman-e-Koh, a picnic spot at a height of 2400 feet above sea level, but only a 15 minutes drive from the city. Daman-e-Koh was always there, its white dome visible from everywhere in the city. The white dome belonged to, and still does, a restaurant that served indifferent food. But recently the place has been transformed, thanks to the Capital Development Authority (CDA), into a delightful picnic spot with a thoughtfully landscaped park, furnished with plenty of benches, paved paths, and decent and fairly clean public toilets (something not common in Pakistan) and a generous car park.

For amusement you have golf carts that take the picnickers for a short ride around the park. You also have the usual Bandar walla with his monkey wearing a cap and greeting the visitors. Also, there is (this is unusual) a Pathan musician in his flamboyant kulla serenading the visitors with his rubab (a string instrument). People seemed to be more attracted by his presence than by his music.

Instead of one restaurant, Daman-e-Koh now has three - an upscale establishment, named Café Lazeez, the old domed restaurant, improved and moderately priced, and a fast-food restaurant. Café Lazeez is built as a thatched hut with a large open terrace that has a fabulous view of Islamabad, the Rawal Lake and the surrounding mountains. Eating here, at this height, is somewhat like eating in the restaurant on Eiffel tower. The difference is that tikkas and sheesh kebabs (reshmi kebabs, as they call them) at Café Lazeez are out of this world. Not being a great meat eater myself, I ordered the only two vegetarian dishes on the menu that day when I was there: paneer palik and masoor ki daal served with fresh rotis from a tandoor. I tell you, I cannot wait to go back there again. And, the bill for two persons? Rupees 600 including tips! Only US 10 dollars! The lack of a glass of wine that you would get on Eiffel Tower is made up at Daman-e-Koh by the incomparable desi food and, as I said before, the forest fragrance!

Note: The bad and the ugly will come later in a separate post. All photographs are by the author.