The Organic brew; pakistan, photography, qawwali, poetry & a general acerbic sentiment.

Plugging an Indian restaurant in Shibuya, Tokyo.

Found this intriguing picture of a rather regal looking paanwala in Lahore; a comment below the original picture says:

oh, and this paanwala is a classic! He plays loud qawallis and throws rose petals on his customers.

Now this sounds like my kind of joint! Almost as an aside, i feel almost obligated to share with you the very funny relationship most paanwalas have with their regular customers; you might not know, for example, that amongst this creed its considered bad practise to hand dripping carcinogenic time bombs (the paans that is) into the hands of customers, rather, these must be placed directly into an often already scarlet, saliva filled mouth. Its a sight - a middle aged man, still astride his motorbike being given his quickie fix, a quick exchange of red stained rupee notes, a screeching departure.. and perhaps eventually a not too dissimilar visit to a paanwala further down.
I’ve completely blown the romance, havent i? Next time, i might tell you about the champi wallas…

Found at http://guruworld.blogspot.com/2004/11/paanwala-in-lahore-old-anarkali.html via http://lahore.metblogs.com/

A woman prays for her son who was killed in the Kashmir earthquake, Balakot, Pakistan.

Source: World press photo award 2005

Source: Post-tsunami resilience in The Guardian

Not really one to follow cricket, but this picture caught my eye on India Uncut