I cannot, truthfully, claim that the late Princess Abida Sultan was someone I knew well though I wish I could because she was a remarkable lady. I have been lucky enough to have known some men and women of the highest calibre or " first intensity" as the late Rustom Minwalla, a lawyer-intellectual, would have put it and she would have been in the top drawer.
I did, however, meet her. In the middle 1970s, PIA built its squash complex and inaugurated it with the Hashim Khan Trophy and the Pakistan Open. The Princess was a regular visitor and Nur Khan introduced me to her and told me to make sure that she was looked after. I made it my business to receive her when she arrived and to see her off.
Between matches, I would take her to the lounge and we would talk mainly about squash. I did not know then that she had been an All India squash champion. I never met her again. Somehow, it never struck me that she was Shaharyar Khan's mother. Shaharyar was a good friend of mine.
Last week Ardeshir Cowasjee came to see me. He feels it is mandatory to talk some cricket with me. And talking cricket led to Shaharyar Khan and Ardeshir asked me if I had read his mother's book 'Memoirs of a Rebel Princess'. I said I hadn't and he promised to send me a copy, a promise he redeemed and within hours he sent me the book.
I read it in one go, a fascinating book about a woman of many talents but most of all of great fortitude and as the blurb on the dust-jacket of the book says, " a committed democrat and humanist [who] continued her crusade against bigotry and the violation of human and democratic rights."
Princess Abida Sultan had been the heir-apparent and would have succeeded her father Nawab Hamidullah Khan as the ruler of Bhopal. She chose, instead, to migrate to Pakistan, an agonizing decision to leave behind her family and to up her roots. She never regretted her decision.
Pakistan did not spread out the red carpet for her and her description of how she managed is heart-rending and sad, if not a disgraceful commentary on those who administered the country in those young and raw years. She could have wallowed in self-pity but clearly she was made of sterner stuff. She gave an inspirational meaning to self-reliance. She could have cashed in on her celebrity. But she had come to Pakistan out of conviction and the ideals of the Quaid-i-Azam. She had given up a whole princely state.
She narrates with only slight bitterness how she was able to build her house in Malir, trekking out daily in the searing heat to sit under a neem tree to supervise the workers and at the same time being "tricked and fleeced by architects and contractors who often did not deliver after receiving advance payments." In 1951 she moved into her half-completed house, which had no electricity or water, no roof, no, windows and she slept in the verandah under a mosquito net.
She describes the political scene in the early 1950s as being in a state of turmoil. Despite the hardships she underwent, she is able to say:" In those early years, there was a remarkable verve and unity among the people with rich and poor, Mohajir and indigenous, shia and sunni, men and women; all putting their shoulder to the wheel of state to ensure its success through a sense of commitment. "
If the first impressions were upbeat and hopeful, the final impressions were more down-to-earth, a reaffirmation that it is better to travel hopefully than to arrive. The disenchantment had nothing to do with her personally but was in the form of a betrayal of the Quaid's Pakistan: "My deep regret, however, has been the manner in which our leadership, both civilian and military, have destroyed the foundations of the edifice that the Quaid had conceived, " she writes in the last chapter.
Harsh words but not bitter, disillusionment rather than anger. This she reserves for those she held most dear: "The people of Pakistan must share the blame for allowing the Quaid's ideals to be trampled upon, for basic democratic human rights to be denied, and for the melting down of our cherished institutions without even raising a whimper. "
But it was not all darkness for her. Her dearest possession was her son and she was both an anxious and caring mother and she watched over his education and his career. She felt a sense of guilt that her decision to migrate to Pakistan had denied him riches and a life of ease in Bhopal.
But there is a sense of vindication and celebration that he made good in such a splendid manner, "but it was not until he independently turned down his grandfather's enticing offer to return to Bhopal in 1954 that I felt reassured that his commitment to Pakistan was born from within and had not been influenced by filial obedience," writes the doting mother.
I am astonished that no government has seen it fit to confer a high civil award on her, such an award would have honoured the honour. Dilip Kumar is the recipient of one of our awards. I have no quarrel with that. I knew Dilip when he was a struggling film actor who would visit our house in Mumbai. But we have chosen to ignore such a remarkable and outspoken lady who in other countries would have been declared a national treasure. The loss is ours.
More walls come up in Baghdad
By Robert Fisk
Each time I return to Iraq, it's the same, like finding a razor blade in a bar of chocolate. The moment you start to believe that "New Iraq" might work - just - you get the proof that it's the same old Iraq, just a little tiny bit worse than it was last month.
At the border it was all smiles. Passport formalities would be over in minutes. But $10 would help. It did. That's what we used to do under Saddam - they are the same Iraqi officials, of course, just not up to their previous standards of venality. But soon, no doubt, we'll be up to $15, or more.
The bombed road bridge on the Baghdad highway has been repaired, despite the fact that the owner of the construction company rebuilding it was murdered five weeks ago.
There's a three-mile convoy of new American troops humming westwards along the motorway - you can tell the new units because their humvees and armour are all forest green; the invasion tanks are still in desert yellow - and all seems well until we stop to chat to the sheikh of the little mosque by the last gas station before Ramadi. There were three "Ali Baba" cars waiting to pounce on the motorists, he says. They crashed into a civilian car and sent it tumbling and spinning off the highway into the desert. We drive on at 180 kilometres an hour.
The radio - BBC Arabic service, Iranian radio in Arabic, anything rather than the one run by the occupation authorities - announces a settlement with Ayatollah Ali al-Sistani over the constitution. Iraq's leading Shia cleric doesn't want the Kurds to have a veto over the permanent constitution and wants more Shias on a five-person council.
Then a Shia on the governing council - everyone, of course, is handpicked by the Americans - speaks those words that always fill me with dread in the Middle East because they always turn out to be wrong. "We have reached an agreement," he said. "There is going to be very good news very soon." well, we shall see.
Baghdad is yellow and grey under a fierce wind and, with sinking heart, I see more walls. The massive concrete ramparts around Paul Bremer's consular headquarters, the hotels of westerners, of the "governing council", of every American barracks, are familiar. Now the government ministries are to be hidden behind concrete.
A vast new wall has been set up around the new ministry of higher education and scientific research. And woe betide those Iraqis, even women, who work for the Americans as translators and fail to heed the warnings about 'collaboration'. Three of them, all translators, ignored the threat. One, a Christian, was shot dead in her car in the Zeyouna quarter, a second wounded with her, their driver also shot dead.
I arrive at my dingy hotel and find that yet another translator is dead. He worked for an American newspaper and was driving home with his mother and two-year-old daughter when gunmen with silencers stopped the car and coldly shot all three of them, even the little girl.
Then news comes that the man's car had twice been damaged with warning shots in previous days. There's a rumour that this is a revenge killing. Otherwise, why kill the little girl? So while we are outraged at the murders, we all secretly and cruelly hope its revenge - not a "collaborator" killing - that has contaminated our hotel.
I lean over my balcony and watch four miserable Iraqis from the "civil defence" patrolling the road below They have ill-fitting uniforms, two are in the old kitty-litter camouflage blouses that the Americans used in the desert a quarter of a century ago. One of them is lame. They cradle their rifles and the last man, the lame one, is walking backwards and staring at the rooftops.
Groceries in Karada Kharaj, to a vast emporium crammed with the new Iraqi rich, middle class, of course; the poor can't afford this place. There is fresh Danish butter and cheese, Austrian fruit juice, Perrier by the gallon, Jordanian bottled water. And then there are the cigars. Churchills at a quarter of the price on a European duty free, Cohibas at less than a third of their cost.
Is this part of the untaxed imports with which the occupation authorities are trying to encourage the economy? Or part of the loot from the stores of Saddam and his dead son Oudai? In the evening, gunfire ripples across Jadriya, near the university: I hear it popping away as I write this, and two American helicopters are thundering up in the darkness. I sit and listen to this unreported battle, glad I didn't buy a bar of chocolate at the grocery store. -(c) The Independent.
Kerry looks 'French'
By Eric S. Margolis
Struggling to find the worst thing he could say about Democratic Senator John Kerry, a senior member of the Bush administration proclaimed last year, 'he looks so...so...French!'
By 'French,' he meant well educated, articulate, dignified, sophisticated, worldly - everything that President George W. Bush, who likes to play tough Texas Ranger, is not.
However, being educated and sophisticated is not a political asset in America's heartland: here in the midwest, the mountain states, and the south, where George Bush is venerated with the kind of mindless adulation North Koreans shower on their 'Beloved Leader,' Kim Jong-il.
The United States is unique among advanced nations in demanding wealthy career politicians running for high office pretend they are simple working-class fellows. Members of the Soviet ruling elite, who secretly lived like Turkish pashas, also used to claim they were simple factory workers fulfilling their civic duty to the Motherland.
Last week's 'Super Tuesday' primaries in agricultural Wisconsin and nine other states confirmed that this fall, the 'Frenchman,' Senator John Kerry, will be the Democratic Party candidate to oppose George W. Bush of Crawford, Texas.
From Mexico City to Multan, people are asking, if Kerry were to win the election, how would his foreign policies differ from the Bush administration, which Kerry charges 'has run the most inept, reckless, arrogant and ideological foreign policy in the modern history of our country.'
Kerry's charge is absolutely correct. But remember, when Bush was running for president, he promised a 'humble' foreign policy that would be 'low-key' and avoid foreign entanglements. At the time, Bush showed himself shockingly ignorant of foreign affairs, and did not even know the name of Pakistan's leader.
But once in office, the Bush administration immediately embarked on plans to invade Afghanistan and Iraq, and subjugate Pakistan - well before 9/11. It adopted a confrontational policy with Europe, a major arms buildup, and threw total US support behind Israel's rightwing leader, Ariel Sharon.
US Vice President Dick Cheney, formerly viewed as a cautious moderate, revealed himself to be an extreme rightist who packed the administration's security and foreign policy ranks with fellow extremists and Greater Israel ideologues.
Kerry may be counted on to return the US to its pre-Bush foreign policy, beginning by improving relations with Europe's core nations, France and Germany. To the horror of Bush's supporters, the Boston senator reportedly speaks...French.
Senator Kerry calls for more cooperation with the UN and other world bodies. He vows to end the Bush administration's militarization of US foreign policy and its aggressive behaviour towards nations that fail to comply with the White House's diktat.
Kerry supports the Kyoto environmental treaty, though Congress will be unlikely to ever accept it in its present form. The Boston senator says we will continue the so-called 'war on terror,' though his views on Pakistan are so far unclear.
But if elected, Kerry will face powerful institutional forces opposed to any change in policy direction, particularly in the Mideast and South Asia, Washington's biggest foreign policy headaches.
Bush and his pro-Israel mentors blundered the US into twin hornet's nests in Afghanistan and Iraq. It's unlikely Washington will be able to fully impose its political will on either nation, given growing armed resistance and civil chaos. These neo-colonial misadventures are costing over $6 billion monthly and tie down almost half the US army.
Any efforts to withdraw from these fiascos will produce storms of protests from pro-Israel forces about 'loss of credibility' and 'abetting terrorism.' The military-industrial-petroleum complex, which benefits greatly from these wars and Bush's reckless military spending, will strain every sinew to keep US forces engaged abroad. -Copyright Eric S. Margolis 2004.