Some of those legendary Marvi family outings that my mother always reminisces so nostalgically about….three families loaded on to three cars, then off for a day long picnic somewhere far away from Marriott road, old Karachi….happy, youthful times, of simple values and easygoing abundance, a very-young Pakistan of the 50’s. Most outings and picnics happened … More Those were the days..
Sir Henry Bartle Edward Frere was appointed the Commissioner of Sind in 1850. He issued a decree in 1851, making it compulsory to use Sindhi language in place of Persian in Sind. The officers of Sind were ordered to learn Sindhi compulsorily to enable them to carry on day-to-day work efficiently. He went on to … More What’s the connection between Bartle Frere, AJ and Mummy?
The Sessions Court of Mehsana ordered AJ and Nanima to leave Sidhpur with immediate effect…….this meant that they could not even return home to collect their belongings. What if they were arrested…..? Deeming it too risky, they abandoned all thoughts of going back to Sidhpur, travelling instead directly to Ahmedabad from Mehsana….with only the clothes … More Fugitives!~1952….a story of migration (2/2)
My father’s Uncle Hatim was born in 1921 to the Rangoonwala family in Sidhpur, third in a line of five. He went away to Poona to study medicine, but when he was done, coming back to a small inconsequential town like Sidhpur to practice was not an option. The subcontinent had been divided, and Pakistan … More Consequence of a trip in 1948…..(1/2)
Something about this picture makes me look at it more closely. Well-dressed young men in suits posing on a railway platform…on the verge of a journey….47 years ago. That’s my father in the white shirt and tie, standing second from the right. The year was 1964, and the college was sending a batch of final … More College days (AJ writes to the President!)
There’s something wrong about the date in this here letter. The year can’t be 1934 as it so says, for the simple reason that my father was born in 1935, hence probably not even a twinkle in my grandfather’s eye yet. 🙂 Therefore, it must be 1944. Whatever the case, it was written by a … More Now you see me, now you don’t…(Sidhpur 1944)
Piecing together the past, from letters exchanged between the siblings of my father’s mother, and from correspondences between her and her husband, I have learnt a little bit about my Dadima. Her name was Sakina, the eldest child, with big expressive eyes and a soulful expression, something we can only tell from the few pictures … More The grandmother I never knew.
Last night, a friend posted this decades old video, taken by a British soldier during the final days of the British Raj in pre-partition Karachi. I watched it, enthralled (as I’m sure you will too if you’re a Karachiite) and all I could think was…..THIS was the backdrop of my mother’s childhood.. I called her … More Before the Divide. Karachi, early 40’s.
[My father. whose name is Mohammedi, and whom we have always called Abbaji, shall be referred to as Little AJ in this story, for reasons of brevity and cuteness. Also because it is impossible for me to call him by his first name, no matter how little he was when this story unfolded, a story … More The Accident. Sidhpur, 1946.