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By Salman Rashid
Panchgani, 2014:
Rhea with Shabnam and Salman Rashid
Jalandhar, 2008: Salman Rashid in the
courtyard of his grandfathers home,
with Mahindra Pratab Sehgal
experience of meeting Mahindra
Pratab whose father had led the
mob that killed my family in August
1947. I told the story as Mahindra
Pratab Sehgal had narrated it to me
in March 2008.
Having heard it again and again
from a repentant father, he was not
only like an eyewitness but had also
inherited the murderers remorse.
Listening to him it was clear that he
wanted to talk to someone from the
family that had been wronged in
order to wash his guilt away.
His father had taken this guilt to
his pyre four decades earlier. To
know that the elder Sehgal was remorseful for his deeds and that he
bore his remorse to the last day of
his life shows that he was very
human even if
he was momentarily
swept
away in the tide
of politically
generated
communal hatred.
I
dont
know
how
much
the
talking of that distant event helped
Mahindra Pratab, but his willingness to unload showed me that the
catharsis did him good. When he
passed away in March 2011, I felt a
deep sense of personal loss, as my
last connection to that past was
now gone.
Although the foul deed could
By Laaleen Khan
Dont compare
differences between
the two countries; focus
on how much similarity
remains. Its all about
the couple. People,
society, even parents
will acquiesce to your
desires eventually.
B R I E F S
Being human
Tehrik-e-Niswan
in India
he Cultural Action Group of the
Karachi-based activist organisation Tehrik e Niswan is visiting
India, with Kathak, Bharatnatyam and
Odissi dances based on the poetry of
Rabindranath Tagore, Faiz Ahmed
Faiz, Sarojini Naidu, Amir Khusro and
Maqdoom Mohiuddin.
After three performances in Hyderabad, the group performed at the
India Habitat Centre in New Delhi.
Last performance: KC Open Air Theater, JNU, New Delhi, Feb 19, 9 pm.
I was too late. Those who had directly been wronged were no longer
around to know that someone was
sorry for what had happened.
I dont know how long it took
me to finish my story, but I know
that of the two hundred odd people
in the hall, it was a rare person with
a dry eye. I also dont know how I
kept my emotions from running
away. I almost broke down when I
said my last sentence, We [the people of India and Pakistan] are, after
all, brothers.
After the session many participants came up to speak with me. An
hour later I noticed Rhea DSouza
from Mumbai leaning against a
doorjamb, waiting for me to finish.
I realised she had been there since
the end of the session. Shabnam and
I had already befriended this delightful, profoundly sensitive young
woman who wrote poetry. We had
spent a good deal of time with her.
With an emotion-choked voice Rhea
said she had something to say to
me. Taking me by the hand, she led
me back into the now empty hall.
Taking a deep breath, looking
into my eyes with tears glinting in
hers, she said, I am very sorry.
Then a sob broke through and like
a wave swept away her self-control. She wept. I held her
and she sobbed repeating again and again, Im
very sorry. She wept so
uncontrollably that she
made me cry with her.
For five minutes, perhaps
more, we clung to each
other letting the tears flow.
The next morning at
breakfast Rhea gave me a
slip of paper. She said she
had written a poem
shortly after waking up,
and titled it The White
Trail. The title, she said,
came from the white lines
left by her tears as she wept
herself to sleep. The poem
is about the story I told,
about a time long before Rhea
was born, before I was born,
when in one moment a nation of
people was maddened by hate.
This poem is about being human
and feeling the pain of a fellow
human. I share it here.
Misconceptions
Shermeen: I never really came across
any silly questions or comments about
Udit or his background. In fact, my family
and friends were immensely excited that
they would get to travel
to India. Bollywood
plays a big part for us
in keeping track of Indian culture.
Udit: Conservatives, fundamentalists,
non-drinkers, sexists, India-haters are
all stereotypes that Indians are fed about
Pakistanis. One must go to Pakistan and
see how similar we are. Yes, there are
pockets of extremists but these exist in
every country.
Uniting in Bhangra
How a group of Indian and Pakistani students came
together in the Land of the Rising Sun
Lingo
Shermeen: Vaila! and haanji!
Udit: Masla, ya Ali-madad. I am
consequently better able to articulate
things to my Pakistani colleagues at
work!
Cricket loyalties
Shermeen: Pakistan.
Udit: Always India!
In retrospect
worked as a banker and trader after graduating from college. She continued her
banking career after their children, a
daughter and son, were born. In her
spare time, she pursues photography.
Hailing from New Delhi, Udit balances
his corporate life in finance with volunteer work for Habitat for Humanity; he
has raised funds for the CARE Foundation India and Pakistans flood victims.
Udit isnt the only one in his family who
found love across the border; his sister
Gaurika also has a Pakistani spouse,
Faisal Sherwani.
Challenges
Shermeen: Udit and I got engaged
and married during severe geopolitical issues - the bombing of the Indian Parliament, Kargil and 9/11, visa issues, no
flights between India and Pakistan. Yet we
survived and managed to have a wonderful, memorable wedding. It is still an extremely long process for me to get an Indian visa. I have to apply on my Pakistani
passport, even though I travel everywhere else on my Canadian passport. So
whichever city we move to, we make sure
we get familiar with the Indian visa sec-
By Ahmed Nadeem
Destination Peace: A commitment by the Jang Group, Geo and The Times of India Group to
create an enabling environment that brings the people of Pakistan and India closer together,
contributing to genuine and durable peace with honour between our countries.