The Way I See It

The clock is ticking. You have a few hours to scarf down as many slices of pizza as humanly possible. Ramazan deals are sick, consumerist challenges that warp our sense of value.

Football cannot be played at Zamzama ground. This is bad news for the six clubs and 200 people that need the ground to practice.

The funds for flood victims have been gathered by, have been going to and are being utilised by countless organisations. How does the NODMC plan to keep a check on all of these?

While I respect George Fulton for his love for Pakistan, I want to make it clear that there is a thin line between detesting a nation’s faults and bashing a country.

Pakistan's floods have been called Katrina on steroids. The disasters have a lot in common. Neither country’s president seemed to realise the cataclysmic nature of things.

You know you're in Bollywood when the hero beats up 20 gundas and clubs are called 'discos'.

There’s much to look forward to from the set of bowlers Pakistan have at the moment, and even the assembly chain back home, is almost certain to produce prodigious talent.

As I moved around the camps I had nothing to offer survivors but my microphone. I had no answer to any of their questions, whether they were shouted at me or asked silently.

As I was trying to park, I saw a car and motorcycle collide. What followed was shocking. People immediately gathered around the car started to beat the man who got out of it.

It is a myth that extremist Islamic ideology which is used to fuel conspiracy theories is only a threat to the desperately impoverished. It is actually permeating all classes.