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With the beginning of my life in a small nest on the crown of an 

oak tree on 'Asad Jan Road', I opened my eyes in the cozy shell 

laid by my mom 'Tina'. Mom was slightly brownish golden, unlike 

the normal black eagles of Lahore; my grandma Betsy, used to 

say, "She belonged to the royal family of the great 'Golden 

Eagles' from "Kashmir Mountains."

Betsy and my grandpa got married and settled in a newly grown 

up oak tree. They made a nest in the crown of the oak tree and 

grandma Betsy laid eggs. Grandma used to tell some nice stories 

about Lahore, “Lahore was a medium sized walled city with forts 

and parks and a lot of places to hunt along the River Ravi. You 

could see through the sparkling water of the Ravi and get your 

fish catch with ease. There were very few roads and carts and no 

hassles.”

Then my mom was born with three brothers; Hulk, Cena and 

Reigns; The family celebrated it with lot of pomp and show. 

The family had the feast with a blast, there were rats and 

snakes and some chunks of meat from a butchery nearby.

My grandpa ate so much that he had                                                                                                                                                                          

to consult the 'Eagle Doctor' who

advised him to keep flying for next

three days without a nap.

My mom Tina would grow into a young and pretty eagle who 

would be watched by the neighbours with an envy. Her brother 

Hulk was strong and bold who was the first one from the chicks 

to hunt independently. 

Cena was the smartest and brainiest of all; He could 

remember the places, keep a record of new roads, farms and 

butcheries in the walled city. Cena became the family spotter 

and tracker, just like the modern GPS. Cena could even fly 

through those hundreds of kites during 'The Basant' festival.

Reigns was cunning and fast and was known as the “Fox Eagle” 

in the family. He would easily steal the meat from the butchers 

and had no problem in spotting the prey to catch. Reigns was 

like a silent shadow who would easily fool the prey and even 

his brothers.

However; the brothers

would never annoy or

cheat my mom as they loved 

her so much.                                                              

By the time the flock of my mom grew into teenager eagles, Lahore had 

changed a lot. It had grown larger, with more streets, houses and buildings; 

the traffic noise started having a telling effect on the hunting environment 

and electric pylons and wires would obstruct the flight of eagles.

One day my grandpa held a little family gathering and addressed the 

younger lot. “Hey folks, this is not the Lahore of our times…Ha-ha! I see you 

getting injured by the wires and now there is electricity! which can certainly 

burn you, if you happen to touch them; you know.” Addressing Reigns he 

said;

 “Reigns; Are you getting me? And those tall buildings could break your 

neck…if you keep moving at that speed…and the butchers have become 

smarter now…So watch for the traps before they chop your wings off.”

So our old folks including my Mom and uncles adapted to the new Lahori 

environment.

l                                                         Every morning before

                                                         sunrise, Cena the

                                                         spotter would rally out of

                                                         the nest,carry out a route

                                                         survey and locate each and

                                                         every wire and pylon along

                                                         the chosen route. He would

                                                         make a mental sketch of farm

                                                         houses, barns and butcheries so 

that my mom and   the othertwo   brothers could hunt with ease.

Mom would tell us how hunting in new Lahore used to be such a fun in 

those days. “We would normally take the northern route selected by 

‘Cena the spotter’ for going out and the southern route for returning 

home, the game was full of meaty stuff and we had the best time of 

our life hunting and flying.”

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