Yesterday we took out an indian visitor to dinner at Nawab, after having been tipped off by a Hindu friend that they serve the best tawa vegetables there. After an excellent meal, we drove him to saddar for some kulfi. The entire evening was peppered with India-Pakistan comments and subtle comparisons from his recent visit to Lahore and my own visit to Mumbai last year.
I told him how much I liked the idea of developing small industries like they had and he loved the way junaid jamshed clothes have sequins within the work; he commented on how different the colour palette at Khaddi was from the FabIndia woven clothes while I talked about how good the double decker buses ads worked there. He marvelled the idea of a place like One potato, Two Potato and fell in love with the masala mayo fries. He wanted Ahmed ka achar to take back home and a cookbook on Pakistani dishes. I distinctly remember thinking that no one can cook vegetables like the Indians can. His shopping list included Hashmi Surma (of which he bought a whole sheaf for his wife)and I thought back to how we had gone all over the place looking for bindis and kurtis. As we drove across Saddar, he casually mentioned how impressed he was with how clean Karachi was and I almost laughed out loud, after recalling how we had gone on and on about how advanced the civic sense of Mumbai was.
All it takes is someone from across the border to love what you have on your side 🙂