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Khushwant Singh
Khushwant Singh
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MJ.
Akbar must be the most prolific journalist of our times.
He heads the editorial board of India Today, edits the Sunday
Guardian, financed by Ram Jethmalani, writes for many other
papers, including The Times of India. He frequently
appears on TV channels and has over a dozen of books to his
credit. His latest is Tinderbox: The Past and Future of
Pakistan (Harper Collins). He is tireless and highly
readable.
I take credit for
some of Akbar’s achievements, like a father would of his son’s
successes. Akbar started his journalistic career as a trainee
picked by me. He met his wife-to-be in my office and nominated
me godfather of his daughter. Few people could be closer than he
and I. Despite our closeness I went woefully wrong on one
important issue. I had assumed that like me he was an agnostic.
He is a devout Muslim. He fasts throughout the month of Ramzan
but celebrates Id-ul-Fitr in my home. He has performed the Haj
pilgrimage to Mecca and Medina. He has many years to go before
he retires. I expect he will have done much to leave his name to
posterity.
From
Baluchistan
A prolific journalist of our times, M. J. Akbar’s (extreme right) Tinderbox: The Past and Future of Pakistan is highly readable Photo: PTI |
It is hard to
believe that The Wandering Falcon (Penguin-Viking) is the
first work of fiction by 76-year old Jamil Ahmad, a retired
civil servant of Pakistan. He writes about a barren rocky
countryside of Baluchistan, where there is no greenery and water
is very scarce. In winter, chilly winds blow, raising clouds of
dust. In summer, there are hot gales and swirling dust devils.
Its inhabitants are split into many warring tribes and human
blood is cheaper than water. His language is crisp and concise
as that of an established novelist. Since Pakistan has no
publishing house for English fiction, Pakistani novelists try to
get themselves published in America, England or India. Their
works have better sales in India than in any other country
because we have so much in common and have little difficulty in
grasping what the author is trying to say. I will not divulge
his story but will give one instance of his styling of writing:
"Conscience!
broke in the old man’s voice. ‘Jangu, do not talk to me of
conscience. What kind of a guide is it when it comforts the evil
man in his labours no less willingly than another who struggles
against wrong. Never have I seen a man truly troubled by his
conscience. Conscience is like a poor relation living in a rich
man’s house. It has to remain cheerful at all times for fear
of being thrown out. Our cause is right, because we think it is
right – but never depend on conscience, yours or another man’s’.
Turbulent
Times
Sentences of
repentance sometimes easily break into pieces
Like biscuit crumbs of promises
Spectrum strikes like lightning
And shadows in a moonlit night
Proceed to Tihar Jail
The ripples in politics
Slowly recreate nightmarish dreams
Something elusive and
treacherous
Scan emerges out of democratic theories
The game of hide and seek with justice
Is played with utmost care
Arguments crumble like castles
And opinions break on strong sycophantic rocks
Egos do not yield to persuasions
A person gets arrested only once in a while
From where on earth shall I make
An anonymous call for true
justice
The land has become so resilient
To the sharp claws of dinosaur called Corruption.
(Courtesy:
Somanatha Panicker, Kerala)
Tailpiece
Judge to a wife
seeking divorce: ‘Did you say that every night he attacks you
with a deadly weapon?’
Wife: ‘No, your
honour, I said that every night he attacks me with a dead weapon’.
(Contributed by
Amarinder Bajaj, Delhi)
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