‘‘LET’S act with speed and bring down those gates (Wagah). I want us to be in a position where I can have my breakfast in Patiala and dinner in Lahore.’’ Chief Minister of Punjab Capt Amarinder Singh all but forgot himself as he railed against Partition, against the tyranny of the border, against years of mutual suspicion that prevented him, a Punjabi, from hopping across to his beloved city of Lahore in West Punjab. The occasion was a seminar organised by the Confederation of Indian Industries (CII) at Chandigarh in honour of Pakistan Punjab CM Pervaiz Elahi, on a winter afternoon last year. Elahi, who had earlier called his trip a mohabbat ka safar, smiled fondly as business doyens squirmed in their chairs but there was no stopping the Maharaja of Patiala who sought to place the two Punjabs in a unique matrix, free of the bad blood between India and Pakistan. For all those who believed that the two neighbours were cursed to eternal enmity by the ghosts of the 50,000 people—mostly Punjabis—who lost their lives in one of the bloodiest partitions of the 20th century, this harangue must have come as a surprise. But then, many cliches have been swept away in the 58 summers since 1947. So, no one was surprised when last Monday Pakistan President General Pervez Musharraf and Indian Prime Minister Manmohan Singh made a joint declaration, promising freer borders. It was a vindication of sorts for Amarinder and all those believers in Punjabiyat. As Dr Nashir Naqvi, head of the Urdu Department of Punjabi University at Patiala, puts it: ‘‘There is no difference between the two Punjabs in terms of language, heritage, culture, thought, way of life, even surnames. The border must remain but not in the hearts, and a more tractable border will gladden the hearts.’’ Citing the blood ties that unite the two sides, Naqvi recounted his encounter with a middle-aged Sikh who approached him with a letter from Pakistan few years ago. ‘‘It started in Urdu with ‘Salam’ and then went on to say that Maulana sahib is no more. At that, the man started crying. ‘He was my chacha,’ he said.’’ Dr Dalip Kaur Tiwana, a Sahitya Akademi award-winning Punjabi novelist based in Patiala, still remembers her heartwarming crossing to Lahore three years ago. ‘‘I reached my hotel only to find a group of men waiting for me. They were Tiwanas from Sindh and Rawalpindi, and had read about me in a local paper.’’ Answer to a prayer FORMER Chief Minister of Punjab Parkash Singh Badal remembers a time prior to the 1971 war, when travelling to Pakistan was child’s play. ‘‘We could take our private buses to Nankana Sahib, the birthplace of Guru Nanak,’’ he says.