Raza Rumi
A week long sojourn in Islamabad just came to an end. It was not the Islamabad that I had lived in or the one that my memory was intimate with. It has changed and perhaps forever.
I have been an accidental resident of Islamabad as I was thrown into the sleepy folds of the capital by imperatives of securing a livelihood. Lahoris can never be content with any other city. But Islamabad’s serenity as a stark contrast to the urban mess of Pakistan was most endearing to say the least. Even its cultural wastelands were forgivable for the communion with Nature was a splendid alternative to civilisation. Thus the sprawling greenbelts of Islamabad and its wild foliage became a source of inspiration and muse. I left the city three years ago with fond memories.
But the return of this accidental native was not too charming. Islamabad over the last three years has confronted a development paradigm that reflects much of what is wrong with the elite-led progress in Pakistan. Whilst the political fissures have also erupted in the form of terrorism and activism around the issue of deposed judges, it is the brazen model of urban development that remains most worrisome.
Express-ways and highways have been built all over the place that can facilitate fast paced cars, cavalcades and power caravans. But the pedestrians who by even conservative estimates are 30 per cent of commuters find themselves at the wrong side of history. They have been virtually bypassed or at worst humiliated. Many of the express-ways have no provision of underground walkways or overhead bridges. Small wonder, that the absolute poor of Pakistan are also nearly the same percentage and almost as invisible.
The natural gifts of Islamabad have been mercilessly chopped in the name of widening the roads or even erecting senseless structures. Tracts of green areas that would bloom in the spring and sway in the monsoons have all gone. Barren squares reveal the idiocy of the initial layout of Islamabad that Nature had shielded for so long.
Where else in the world would find a public park space rented out to a global corporation and that too of dubious credentials such as the McDonalds. And, if the purpose was to entertain the hapless Islamabadites then why not patronise a local chain? This is crass commercialism being actively promoted by gurus of modernization and elites who find the global signs as a proof of having arrived. All of this has happened at the expense of the public aesthetic and values. Islamabad of today with its copycat musicals and made-to-order tourist villages is nothing but an attempt in cultural annihilation. Amazing that a city next to Gandhara and capital of the Indus valley terms Broadway remakes as high culture!
The original Islamabad-wallas remember how the CDA installed dustbins sported the chaste Urdu-Persian word Khashaak in bold. No more. It is now all English wonderland and a signpost on a major highway displays the route to “Atwar bazaar”. Since when has the mighty state language lost its relevance. If this was to be the future of Urdu, then why was there a need to alienate our fellow Pakistanis in the Eastern Wing now Bangladesh in the name of a uniform national language.
Believe it or not, Ramna, a Bengali name was used for the old sectors. If in the 1960s the Bengalis complained of excessive investments in Islamabad they were termed as traitors. Today, a similar fetish for capital investments in Islamabad remains unchanged. The complaints are muted often sidelined due to the bomb blasts and the glitz of highways and underpasses. In stark contrast, the poor relative town of Rawalpindi is quite neglected where a flood at Nullah Lai ravages segments of population and their livelihoods each year and where the martial and non-marital divides are difficult to overlook.
Islamabad continues to grow and is liked by many including the foreign diplomats thanks to its wondrous surroundings. But we are keen to make it a mess. Where have big roads and speed-ways been a substitute for traffic management and integrated urban planning? Even an undergraduate would know that. And, why is there no public transport system in place if this were the best that we want to showcase in the world.
While the entire country has been administered the magic dose of devolution, Islamabad remains ‘undevolved’ and its administration is highly centralized reflecting the culture of an overarching and central state. These are not accidental contradictions but symptoms of the larger malaise.
About time the Islamabadis woke up and shunned the flashy development for more substantive progress that includes the poor, creates livelihood beyond consumerism, saves the trees and focuses on long term urban vision rather than short term infrastructure feats.
A version of this post also appeared in the daily News.
Raza also blogs at PakTeaHouse, Lahorenama and taraqee
Zardari is Shocking Pakistan !!!
Islamabad has definitely become a more ‘Pakistani’ city rather then a serene and quiet place. Environmental degradation, however, is the result of this apparent modernization. I heard from someone that around 33 billion Rupees have been spent on the roads construction and remodeling – was wondering why such amount (the source also told me that most of it went to the personal accounts of those supervising) was not spent on building a subway system?
@Farid,
I visited Isla in 1969, the period was the last of
Ayub’s dream, hemself and Isla !! avenue were broad
space was large, bit organised, but so small as compared
to Karachi, then I visited in early 80s and it was a horror
(in my opinion) the brutal conversion to urban hell, western
imitation missed the train. But parks thing is indeed a
billient ideas of Ayub. I would give 28% of poisitive but for
the rest, perhaps I must wait !!
This is the danger of forming opinions too quickly. In this case, apparently within a week.
Islamabad today is different from before, but do you have any idea how bad the situation of traffic had become ?
Trees have been cut to make road but have you noticed how many public parks have been improved and beautified ?
Did you go to Daman-e-koh by any chance ? and see the hordes of people enjoying its glorious views ? Its been enlarged and completely redone and the people who visit there are by no means the ‘saabs’ only.
Did you also happen to go to the Rawal Lake picnic area ? Families come here and literally camp for the day – again, not the landed but the middle-class.
The new Islamabad traffic police is miles ahead of the old. They are efficient, polite, and even-handed. I myself got a ticket twice when they first came in but was happy to pay it since they were so professional and courteous.
And it’s not just new roads. A lot of traffic engineering and thinking has gone into it as well. The zero-point intersection (my daily commute for 4 years) had become a huge choke-point. Not just an inconvenience for the car-wallas but also for the people in the wagons and mini-buses also stuck in the same traffic. By just changing this traffic-light crossing into a traffic-circle like arrangement based on U-turns, the intersection has become passable again.
And finally, remember that a lot more people own cars in Pakistan now, and that’s a good thing. If middle-class families can finally afford their own cars, the road network will need to be expanded. But, by the same token, any new roads benefit not just the upper but also the middle class.
So, please.
Try living in the place for a few years before you make any judgments.
We have enough genuine problems to worry about in this country and very little to celebrate. Let’s not go negative on the positives also.
PS: And BTW, I’m a ‘native’ Islamabadi – having lived here since the seventies. So I’ve seen it when it was more of a ‘pind’ and the roads were deserted after 9 PM. But I’m actually quite happy to live in the Islamabad of today. It’s still a glorious, beautiful place with many more people enjoying its treasures.
Back in 1996 I felt a similar shock when I visited Lahore after a three year stay in the U.S. Needless to say, Lahore is now an ugly jungle of concrete that gives me a heavy heart after each trip.
We lament about the lack of education among the poor masses as the root of all the ills in the system, but what’s the cure for the educated elitist “Jaahil” that is the cream of the cake.