The Pakistan Trail……hoisting the Tricolour in the heart of Islamabad
There cannot be bigger relief in a foreign country, than spotting a mug inside the toilet …! And that’s precisely, what made me feel at home , way back in 1997 when I first landed in this country, which otherwise was supposed to be our by-default enemy number one. For reason best known to Volleyball Federation of India, it was decided to send the Junior Indian Volleyball team (instead of the senior team) to participate in a seven match volleyball test series with Pakistan senior team in Islamabad and Lahore. Since, there was no direct flight from Delhi to Islamabad, we took a connecting flight from Lahore. It was at Lahore airport wash room, where I experienced my first feel at home moment . It was followed by a grand welcome at Islamabad which made us to believe, for a while, that we were no less than Sunil Gavaskar or Kapil Dev. The excitement doubled when convoy of four jeeps escorted our bus to The Best Western Hotel in Islamabad. The delicious yel...