- Crossing the borders of hatred as the Punjab rattles past in a blur By Peter Popham in Delhi The Independent 29 June 2002 Unless you have the funds to take aMessage 1 of 49 , Jun 29, 2002View SourceCrossing the borders of hatred as the Punjab rattles past in a blur
By Peter Popham in Delhi
29 June 2002
Unless you have the funds to take a giant dog's leg and go via the Gulf, the
only way to travel from India to Pakistan these days is overland.
Progressively, the frail ties binding the dysfunctional siblings of the
subcontinent have been snipped away during the past six months of tension.
The train service has gone, the darling of small-time smugglers and venal
customs clerks; gone is the luxury Delhi-Lahore bus, inaugurated by India's
Prime Minister, Atal Behari Vajpayee, with such high hopes three and a half
years ago; and gone the brief, painless flight between the same cities, with
bland sandwiches doled out by Pakistani cabin staff in headscarves, each
sandwich with a glacé cherry or half an olive embedded in it as if shot from
India and Pakistan never got as far as linking their two capitals with a
direct flight lack of traffic was the proffered explanation, and probably
the true one. But at least there were links, lines of communication, flows
of people back and forth. In the name of India's "coercive diplomacy", all
that has now been terminated.
The result, for the handful of people, including foreign correspondents, who
still insist on going from India to Pakistan or vice-versa, is that the
journey between the two capitals takes the best part of a day. You could fly
from Delhi to Tokyo in less time. You could go from Delhi to London and be
more than half way back.
The journey starts in Delhi soon after dawn. Fortunately otherwise the
trek would take far longer one of India's fastest trains, the Shatabdi
Express, travels twice daily from Delhi to Amritsar, the holy city of the
Sikhs, 12 miles (20km) from the border.
The Shatabdi is a new type of Indian train. It travels at 75mph (120kph),
and its "air-conditioned chair car", a rough Third World cousin of an
Inter-City coach, is chilled to a couple of degrees above freezing. The cost
to cover the 275 miles in the chair car is 735 rupees only about £10 but a
fortune compared with India's humbler trains. And to make up for charging so
much, the stewards in the pantry never stop feeding us throughout the
journey, with mineral water, crunchy snacks, biscuits, fried chicken,
chapatti, rice, dal, tea, ice cream, and more mineral water. This bounty is
included in the price of the ticket.
We are travelling through the Punjab. Through the thick, amber-coloured
double-glazing there is little to see of India's wheat basket besides
endless flat fields.
Amritsar is reached by lunchtime, and by then the privileged ones in the
chair car have already eaten enough to last them all day. Amritsar, with its
fabulous Golden Temple, would be a natural sightseeing stop if the
temperature outside were not 115F (51C). So instead, I direct my spindly
porter, who has hoisted my suitcase on to his head, towards the taxi rank
and head straight for Wagha.
The line partitioning Punjab into Muslim-majority and non-Muslim-majority
areas sliced in two the dead straight Amritsar-Lahore road 55 years ago, and
even today the artificiality of the divide is obvious. But at Wagha they
have made the best of a bad job: they have put their heads together and
turned their mutual loathing into a show.
Every evening, as the border gates close, the 6ft guards on both sides enact
a ferocious, intricately choreographed ritual of stamping and glaring and
presenting arms, about-turning and stamping some more. It's perhaps the only
example of Indo-Pakistani co-operation to have survived the past six months.
The two countries have gone so far as to build banks of concrete seating so
their citizens can enjoy this futile spectacle. When I cross in the heat of
the afternoon, however, the scene is torpid.
Bored NCOs yawn through the rituals of form-filling. Scruffy, emaciated
porters gouge the best baksheesh they can obtain. Nobody is crossing here,
nobody and nothing except an endless line of small, stitched-up boxes, borne
on the porters' heads: dried fruit from Afghanistan, bound for Delhi.
Tramping the few hundred yards of asphalt, watching my luggage relinquished
by a red-coated scarecrow and picked up by his green-coated doppelgänger on
the other side, I am into Pakistan and boarding another crumbling taxi.
And immediately a big city feels close; the small-town mood of Amritsar has
gone. The traffic is several notches crazier. Small boys plunge off bridges
into the chocolate brown waters of a canal. Donkeys stagger through the
traffic, hauling huge loads of iron. The first town is called Batanagar,
named after its prominent Bata shoe factory.
My destination in Lahore is the Daewoo Bus Station, where having put my
watch back half an hour (Pakistan is on summer time) I board the eponymous
Daewoo Bus, which traverses the almost unused Lahore-Rawalpindi motorway in
four hours. No food, fortunately, but frequent servings of water and cola
from an inscrutable young woman in a headscarf. And headphones, so we can
fully enjoy the brutal Sylvester Stallone video on the TV.
I find myself seated next to an elderly gentleman in a starched salwar
kameez a homoeopathic doctor and sitar player it turns out, on his way to
play in honour of the men behind Pakistan's recent missile tests.
Our conversation drifts round to politics. "Ah, Kashmir!" he sighs. "I wish
we could forget about Kashmir. Let them sort out their own destiny! We
Pakistanis have enough problems of our own."
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--- In email@example.com, "Dr. Alamgir Hussain" wrote:
> Dear Friends,
> Here's an artcile published in The Nation newspapers which would help
> readers to illuminate themselves about evolution!
> The miracle of design in the cell
> Harun Yahya
> IN every part of our body there reigns a tiny yet complex life. An
> examination under the microscope into the depths of any human organ brings
> us face to face with an astounding miracle of creation: millions of tiny
> living things that have come together to make up that organ are engaged in
> arduous activity. These tiny beings are cells, the basic units of life. Not
> only man but also all other living things are composed of these microscopic
> living beings. There are about 100 trillion cells in the human body. Some
> of these cells are so tiny that even 1 million of them together hardly
> cover a space as large as the pointed end of a pin. Despite this, however,
> the cell is by far the most complex structure mankind has ever encountered,
> as is also agreed by the scientific community.
> Containing many secrets hitherto undiscovered, the cell of a living thing
> also constitutes the greatest impasse for the theory of evolution. That is
> because the cell is one of the most striking pieces of evidence that human
> beings and all other living beings are not the products of coincidences,
> but are created by a Creator. In order for the cell to survive, all the
> basic components of the cell, each performing many vital functions, have to
> be intact. If the cell came into existence by evolution, then millions of
> its components had to simultaneously exist in the same place and they had
> to come together in a particular order and plan. Since this is utterly
> implausible, such a structure has no explanation other than "creation." One
> of the leading evolutionists, Alexander Oparin, expressed the deadlock the
> theory of evolution encountered in this way:"Unfortunately, the origin of
> the cell remains a question which is actually the darkest point of the
> complete evolution theory."
> The English mathematician and astronomer Sir Fred Hoyle made a similar
> comparison in one of his interviews published in Nature magazine dated
> November 12, 1981. Although an evolutionist himself, Hoyle said that the
> odds that higher life forms might have emerged in this way was comparable
> to the odds of a tornado sweeping through a junk-yard assembling a Boeing
> 747 from the materials in it. This means that it is not possible for the
> cell to come into being by coincidence and therefore, it must definitely
> have been "created".Despite this however, evolutionists still claim that
> life came into existence by chance under the conditions of the primordial
> earth, which was the most uncontrolled environment possible. This is a
> claim entirely incompatible with scientific data. In addition, even the
> simplest probability calculations verify in mathematical terms that not
> even one single protein out of millions existing in the cell could have
> come into being by coincidence, let alone a single cell of an organism.
> To gain some understanding of the awe-inspiring structure of the cell, it
> will be enough to examine just the structure and functions of the membrane
> enveloping these cellular organelles. The cell membrane is an ambient cover
> for the cell, yet its duty is not limited to it. This membrane both
> regulates communications and relations with neighbouring cells and deftly
> coordinates and supervises the entries and exits to the cell. The cell
> membrane is so thin, at just one hundred thousandth of a millimetre, that
> one can detect it only under an electron microscope. The membrane resembles
> a double-sided endless wall. On this wall, there are doors making entry to
> and exit from the cell possible and receptors allowing the membrane to
> recognise the extracellular environment. These doors and receptors are made
> of protein molecules. They are located on the cell wall and meticulously
> check all the entries and exits to the cell. What are the accomplishments
> of this thin structure made up of unconscious molecules such as fat and
> That is, which features of the membrane lead us to call it "conscious"
> and "wise"? The primary duty of the cell membrane is to enclose the
> cellular organelles so as to keep them intact. However, it has a far more
> complex function than this. It supplies the substances vital for the
> continuity of the cell and its functions from the extracellular
> environment. Outside the cell, there are countless chemical substances. The
> cell membrane recognises the substances essential for the cell and only
> lets them in. It acts very economically and never allows in more than what
> the cell needs. Meanwhile, it detects harmful wastes in the cell right away
> and, without losing any time, discharges them from the cell.Another
> function of the cell membrane is to instantly transmit the messages, which
> are received from the brain or any other part of the body via hormones, to
> the center of the cell.
> To perform these functions, it has to know all the activities and
> developments taking place in the cell, keep a list of required or excess
> substances, keep stocks under control and act under the guidance of a
> superior memory and decision-making skills. The cell membrane is so
> selective that without its authorization, not even a single substance in
> the extracellullar environment can pass through the cell doors, even by
> chance. There is not even a single unnecessary, purposeless molecule in the
> cell. Exits from the cell are also strictly checked. The duty of the cell
> membrane is vital and it does not permit even minor errors. The entry of a
> wrong or harmful chemical substance into the cell, the supply or discharge
> of a substance in excess amounts or failure to discharge waste products on
> time, or as required, mean the death of the cell. If the first living cell
> had come into existence by coincidence as evolutionists claim, and if just
> one of these properties of the membrane had not been fully formed, then the
> cell would certainly have disappeared in a very short time.
> Which "coincidence", then, formed such a "wise" mass of fat?...Let's ask
> another question, which by itself refutes the theory of evolution straight
> away; does the "wisdom" displayed in the aforementioned functions belong to
> the cell membrane?
> Keep in mind that these functions are not carried out by a human being or a
> machine such as a computer or robot under man's control, but are merely in
> a cover enclosing the cell, which is made up of fat mixed here and there
> with various proteins. We also need to consider that the cell membrane,
> which can handle so many complex tasks flawlessly, has no brain or center
> of thinking. It is obvious that such wise patterns of behaviour and a
> conscious decision-making mechanism could not have been caused by the cell
> membrane itself, which is a layer made up of fat and protein molecules.
> This also holds true for all other cellular organelles. These organelles do
> not even have a nervous system, let alone a brain to think and make
> decisions with.
> Despite this, however, they accomplish incredibly complex tasks, make
> precise calculations and take vital decisions. That is because each one of
> them obeys the orders of God, Who created them flawlessly and sustains
> them. In the 12th verse of Surat at-Talaq, the fact that everything acts in
> compliance with the command of God is stated: It is God who has created
> seven heavens, and earth as many. His commandment descends through them, so
> that you may learn that God has power over all things and that God
> encompasses all things with His knowledge.