A thoroughfare on The Mall
اساں جاناں اے مال و مال

The Mall, originally a road in London, from Buckingham Palace to Whitehall, has always been a ceremonious route. Bordered by trees, laid out in red surface colour it’s percieved as a red carpet leading to the Palace. Not surprising that the British in Colonial Era replicated the same terminology (The Mall) for the principal routes leading through various cities. In Pakistan, one finds The Mall Road at Lahore, Rawalpindi, Peshawar, Murree and so on. The Mall, may it be anywhere, is one regal road and when it gets coupled with the charm of Lahore, the aura and romance gets doubled.

The Mall Road Lahore
The Mall Road, Lahore
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{مال و مال} Mall o Maal (thoroughfare across The Mall) is one call shouted out by the conductors of the public transport plying on Mall Road at Lahore. The shout is loud and clear, has this typically indifferent tone with a tinge of pride and tenacity in it. Rightly so, as the Mall Road is one prime structure, passing through the heart of Lahore’s political and establishment elite, used by the state vehicles on officially laid out routes escorted by the equally fad entourages. It goes a step further when Abrar ul Haq, a Pakistani folk singer, elevates the Mall to be a status symbol in his famous song ‘اساں جاناں اے مال و مال’ (Asan Jaana e Maal o Maal), whererby a wedding procession is to be plied through and through The Mall with just one aim, to impress the to be in laws. With the recent developments at Lahore, a lot many other routes have surfaced and the city’s communication strucutre has been re-defined, but the grandeur of The Mall stays and is there to stay.

Dear reader, for us, me and Rashid Minhas (a PAF pilot with virtually no planes to fly for quite sometime, hence managing to spend considerable time at Lahore), the intention was not to get some wedding procession heading through The Mall. We wanted to have a feel of it as one plies on this regal road of Lahore, and to have a feel of a street, track or road, it’s not to travel the distance but to scale the yards. On one fateful Sunday, short of Mian Mir bridge, with Fortress Stadium on our right hand side, we started to scale the yards all the way to the end, to the Lower Mall intersection.

The idea of scaling The Mall Road on foot might sound absurd, it exactly did as it got mutually disclosed the night before over dinner. It was one crazy thought and it was for the inherent insanity of the idea that we fell for it. The plan was to start early in the morning but the events of that morning are a bit hazy if recalled. With each one of us getting up at varying times and after a futile effort to wake the other, deciding to resume the nap one after the other, it was not before 10 in the morning that we were at the Start Point without having consumed anything to be branded as breakfast.

Starting from Mian Mir Bridge all the way up to the intersection with Lower Mall, this walk exposed us to various facades, faces and moods of the Mall Road. We came across some age old trees, the floral decorations of Jashn e Baharan, got surprised upon discovering Nazaria e Pakistan (Ideology of Pakistan) Trust at Madr e Millat Park, spent time in Lawrence Garden over a student style breakfast, explored some old buildings and bazaars and passed by some iconic landmarks of Lahore. It was a wholesome package and though we returned with the exhaustion of a tiring walk, but loaded with a wealth of street wisdom and quite a handful of snapshots. As a picture is worth a thousand words, dear reader, Mall Road snapshots are presented below as an extensive pinterest board for your viewing pleasure…

Follow Muhammad Imran Saeed’s board Mall Road Lahore on Pinterest.

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7 Comments for “A thoroughfare on The Mall
اساں جاناں اے مال و مال”

Noor Rauf Rathore

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I’ve also seen The Mall. As in The Mall in London. Believe me, I was slightly disappointed. One would think that The Mall would be this great awesome road, something as grand as the one in Lahore. But I guess my expectations were too high. Same with Buckingham palace. I always imagined this great opulent structure, it was kind of smaller than I thought it would be. But i loved the monuments and memorials that pay homage to the fallen of the two World Wars. There was one where they had carved the names of all the known and confirmed fallen soldiers in the First World War. Made me want to travel back in time and see it all for my self. London and Lahore are similar in that way, both cities incite this desire to go back in time and witness world changing events taking place.

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I was part of a military parade on The Mall in front of the Buckingham Palace and I share the disappointment with you. The Mall and the Palace are not grand, but do bear this symbolic significance.
British have always been phenomenal in archiving and monumenting what the nation and their auxiliaries have been through. Other than the known soldiers fallen in battle, there is this conceptual Tomb of the Unknown Soldier for all unidentified soldiers killed or missing in action. While reading Battle of Tobruk in ‘Rommel’s War in Africa’, I was browsing through the photos of Tobruk War Cemetery and it was heartening to see the graves of Indian Soldiers in that cemetery with engravings like هوالغفور and انّالِلّه وَاِنّااليهِ راجعوُن on their tombstones. One such picture is found here
… and I totally agree, Lahore, like London possess a wealth of historical archives tempting one to explore this charming city.

Noor Rauf Rathore

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I still regret not visiting Westminster Abbey. I think that’s where the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier is. There’s also one in Paris, under the Arc de Triomphe I think and many other cities as well. Even though we may never know their names or their acts of bravery in war, at least they are venerated.

Noor Rauf Rathore

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I always give it to the Gora people. At least they have a shred of empathy for other people unlike ourselves. At the very least the Indian soldiers got a decent burial. And us? we’re champions at desecrating places of worship of minorities. Contrary to this, OUR history books depict THEM as heartless monsters who wouldnt have done so.

Noor Rauf Rathore

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Also, when we were in London, I insisted that we absolutely use the Charing Cross underground station rather than Waterloo (which was about 500metres or so from Charing Cross) just because a place in Lahore was named after it. It wasnt anything that would have reminded me of Lahore, but hey, when you’re away from Pakistan, each little thing counts.

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It’s reciprocating patriotism. What was built by Gora Saab in Lahore (or elsewhere in the Empire) in love of their homeland reminds one of his homeland once visited in Britain.
btw, there is Chairing Cross in Rawalpindi as well.

Noor Rauf Rathore

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Yeah I know the one in Pindi. I found it (on Google Maps) while looking for an easy route to St. Joseph’s.

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