Pakistan is getting more than its share of bad news. It has reached a point where atleast I am afraid to read daily news. Before I open the newspaper, I pray that please let there be no bad news about Pakistan. Today we sadly hear about the fire that completely gutted the famous shopping center of Rawalpindi called the Ghakkar Plaza.
Why am I writing a story which happened in Taiwan on Pakistaniat.com? The answer is because it includes a Pakistani’s quest for a Pakistani style daal-roti in Taiwan and succeeding. A few may actually find this food search inspirational. And since we are All Things Pakistan so this story is atleast A Few Things Pakistan, and thus qualifies.

On these very pages, we have always tried to report on Pakistani food places from all around the world e.g. here, here, here, here, here, and here, so there you go! There you have it i.e. enough justification to be on these pages.
This story happened two weeks ago when travel took my family to Taiwan. One day we went to visit the world’s tallest completed building in Taipei called the Taipei 101. It was lunch time and the basement of Taipei 101 has a World Food bazaar. Japanese, Korean, American, Turkish, Chinese, etc. You name it and they’ve got it.
It had been days since I had eaten a naan (round flat bread).
hum to hain pardes mein
des mein pakka ho ga naan
Adil Najam
I blog from Islamabad airport.
My flight to Karachi has been delayed, which means that my first meeting of the day will have to be canceled. But that is not what weighs heavy on my mind. What worries me today is all the talk of violence of one kind or another that seems to be all I have been hearing around me. My blood pressure seems to always sit on edge, but all the more so when all anyone can seem to talk about is violence.
The latest, of course, is the carefully leaked story about the attempted assassination plot of Gen. Musharraf by Sheikh Omar, the killer of journalist Daniel Pearl. Beyond relief that the plot was a failure, I do not wish to comment on this story. I have no reason to believe that the story is false, but it smells – no, stinks – so much of a planted leak that I would rather not give much more satisfaction to the “planters” than I already have.



























































