– Maham Shah
I am from a generation who have seen their grandparents staring blankly in distance
T h e P a s t
T h e T r a n s i t i o n.
For them it was like travelling through trains from one phase of life to another phase.
I remember my Nana missing his childhood days. I remember my Nani, not always,
grieving over her older sister’s death at 18 years of age. Some recollection of the horrors of the
“I tried to save her, but she passed away. My Aapa had the most beautiful hair!”
The stories of slaughter, loss, and uncertainty – ending a journey to embark on another – a whole
generation has swept from this land.
Who will narrate the stories all over again?
I belong to a generation who celebrates freedom today
I see the new generation driving insanely on the roads (All hail the freedom of owning a road!)
I see the new generation howling on the roads like an unruly clan of teenagers desperate to make
their presence known (All hail the freedom passed on through generations – we’ve yet to figure
out the crisis of identity!)
I see the new generation mindlessly following and being herded to suffice someone’s egoistic
interests (All hail the altruism in the refugee camps long dead!)
I see myself standing silently, not passing on one word of what my grandparents said
All hail the freedom while the origins I forget, you forget, we forget! A generational gap!