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THE TRAIN OF PAKISTAN

 


 

LT COL NOEL ELLIS

 

17/III/2025

 

At the very outset, I would like to thank ‘Mr Tahir Gora Chawla’ for giving me the idea of this ‘train’ through one of his Vlogs.

 

In 1947 there were ‘Trains’ from and to Pakistan. ‘Human massacre’ was done for no fault of the people who chose to change platforms when this all began.

 

In 1948 a train was sent to Baluchistan ‘forcefully’. They had sent another train to Jammu and Kashmir previously and took a sizeable portion of the territory from India illegally, which remains a bone of contention till today.

 

One train first brought ‘natural gas’ from SUI to Lahore. The irony was that people of Sui never got to use that gas but the people who never saw those gas fields were consuming it. It was the start of the ‘rift’. We are told that today that gas has run out.

 

Trains started bringing mineral resources from the sparsest populated state to the mainland, depriving the locals of benefits that accrued from mining including ‘employment’. Rather, this train did not bother for the citizens of Baluchistan ever. They requested to add the ‘bogie of autonomy’ but permission was denied.

 

As time went by, the Paki train was used for wars against India. India gave them a bloody nose every time. They continued to send ‘passengers’ in the form of terrorists with support of a bogie called ‘establishment’. It would carry misguided Kashmiris back, train them, fund them, brainwash them, and send them back to India. We took care of them at a very heavy cost.

 

This Pakistani train ‘tried’ to add a compartment called ‘democracy’. Instead, they added military engines with ‘cow catchers’. The train chugged smoothly for sometime but then derailed for obvious reasons.

 

They could not accept a ‘Bangla Engine driver’. This decoupled the coaches and led to the formation of a new station in a huff and puff. A dashing driver called Bhutto who took over was later hanged by a military man.

 

This train needed to focus on the ‘best services’ it required to give to its people. The ‘bogie of education’ was supposed to be added, but they chose ‘not’ to educate their people the way the world did. They focused on ‘Islamic education’ of the most skewed, primitive and anti India narrative being taught which exists even now.

 

That added ‘compartments’ of unemployment, illiteracy, poverty and misgovernance instead. Prices of train tickets became unaffordable by the common man. The reserved military compartment always stayed.

 

They added another ‘rake of corruption’. The Military drivers tried to curb corruption but the shrewd politicians knew how to manipulate things & made money to send it abroad. The passengers kept suffering the consequences of their skewed policies. The third class now became fourth class citizens.

 

A time came when they thought of adding the ‘health care bogie’ to that train. Instead, the country loaded up its war arsenal and even became a nuclear state at the cost of the health of their population. A wrong set of priorities and legislations and an inimical mindset against India became their basic slogan.

 

They added the ‘American bogie’ and invited them to be their ‘guard’ both literally and figuratively. The Americans had their own interests till the Russians left Afghanistan. Much of Pakistan got ruined in the bargain by misaligning their tracks and focusing outwards instead of inwards. The ‘superfast’ train reverted back to a ‘passenger’ train run by a ‘shunting’ engine.

 

The train to Baluchistan was always kept in neglect. The railways focussed more towards India, by announcing false narratives and propaganda to no avail. People of the world could see through their bluff. The train kept losing steam and traction and now is close to hitting a ‘dead end’. Their own people are uprooting the railway tracks, hijacking trains, and attacking them relentlessly.

 

The military detached their bogies at their convenience and kept them aside at a ‘railway siding’ called Rawalpindi. They ensured that the blame of ‘it’ not running on time was always put on the politicians who could neither change tracks nor show a green flag at will or reroute the train on their own to run as per schedule.

 

Then came a time when a popular leader came into power. He was thrown in the clink. His ‘gauge’ didn’t match the gauge of the military. People have got frustrated and are waiting for an opportunity to vandalise the military band wagon at the first instant.

 

This train, instead of carrying ‘relief material’ to understand and support the Baluch people carried guns and ammunition to execute them or remove them from the scene without accountability. After their popular leader Bugti was assassinated courtesy the military special, the Baluch got stirred like a hornets nest. Now they sting time and again.

 

The military instead of taking both the driving seat and guard has left the country to run on its own steam.

 

They allowed the Chinese to take over their train. An enemy’s enemy became their friend. They brought in investment, promised infrastructure, and built an airport and a sea port which was not acceptable to the Baluchis as they did not involve them in any way. The agitated people now want to send this Chinese train back in reverse. By the way all diesel engines hauling Paki trains are of Chinese make.

 

Overall, the focus of the Military who run the show, left the maintenance of tracks and stations in neglect. Their railway is being run on ‘charity’ and ‘loans’. The bogies have grown old, fatigued and falling apart due to rust. Stations like Sindh and KPK may go into different railway zones following Baluchistan, as they too have started retaliating and revolting.

 

In between, a station called Afghanistan, where this train frequently visited sent their fighters to blow off the Pak military special bogies. They move freely and fearlessly, like a train out of control. The military came into action but with little or no success.

 

It is well known that whenever there is a ‘accident’, they blame India without any proof. They lie, deflect, and hold an internal inquiry for which the findings are pre-decided. God save them.

 

Pak rolling stock now needs a complete overhaul. The driver and the guard need to be changed. Bogies have to be upgraded. The tracks and signalling system need to be refurbished. Stations need to be renovated. Major refit is the need of the hour. Revamping and modernising may lead to its smooth running. Otherwise, this train will only ‘loose shunt’ aimlessly.

 

Their politicians need to become drivers rather than being silent passengers whose bogies are attached or detached by the Military at will or else a station called Baluchistan is ready to be inaugurated.

 

When will they learn how to run Pak Railways smoothly? I wonder!!!!!!

 

JAI HIND
©® NOEL ELLIS

Comments

  1. Excellent commentary Noel, beautifully narrated. Thanks dear....

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  2. The train…….. witness to the nation’s UNMAKING ….. with many, many stories …. Beautifully woven through their nations military, political and general populace of the last 77+ years….. Amazing read.

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