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Looking back at history
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Looking back at history


By A.R. Siddiqi

ON March 13/14, 1971, in my capacity as director, ISPR (1968- 73), I received a signal from the headquarters, Eastern Command, requesting me to report to Dhaka immediately. Accordingly, I left for Karachi en route to Dhaka the next day.

I arrived in Dhaka on March 16 around 1600 local time. It was a deserted airport under heavy military guard. The crowds normally seen on the roof of the terminal building were missing. Instead, even from the air, I could see thousands of black flags fluttering from every building. The only Pakistan flag visible from the air was the one at the HQ, CMLA Zone B, in the vicinity of the airport, The green-and-white flag fluttered alone in the midst of myriads of black flags of all sizes and descriptions.

My first direct exposure to the mutinous Bengali mood was through the radio. Spirited Bengali music poured stridently from Radio Pakistan, Dhaka, re-named Dhaka Baitar Kendrio. The only time it would use the normal signature of Radio Pakistan was during the national news hook-up from Karachi.

I reported to the president house first thing on the 17th morning. When I arrived the talks between the president and Mujib were already on. In the lounge sat information secretary Roedad Khan, Gen Omar, Col S.D. Ahmad and others. I looked for my friend Brig (Bacchu) Iskander Al-Karim, the officer in-charge of civil affairs at the HQ, CMLA, and found him behind a table underneath the staircase that led to the first floor. He didn’t look too happy in spite of his natural smile. I asked him how the talks might have been proceeding. He wasn’t quite sure since he had not been associated with talks at all. ‘They no longer seem to take me into confidence,’ he said with a wry smile.

Maj-Gen Ishaque, military secretary (MS) to the president, had even stopped tea being served to him at the regular hours except on request. As I sat with ‘Bacchu’, I heard sounds of hearty and relaxed laughter from the conference room at the end of the passage where the talks were taking place. “Thank Goodness”, ‘Bacchu’ interjected, “you