tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55339100475381122942024-03-05T13:24:33.368+05:30A Journey InterruptedBeing Indian in PakistanFarzana Verseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891229615361937135noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533910047538112294.post-20446576458544865492011-11-20T13:44:00.001+05:302015-08-12T19:32:43.872+05:30"layered like a palimpsest": Review in 'The Other Side' <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Farzana Versey is a well-known, independent minded and rather spunky writer whose introverted public personality camouflages a healthy irreverence in her writings for many of the popularly acceptable norms of society. Her personal tale of many journeys to Pakistan as a proud Indian has not received the kind of publicity it is due. This is probably because she is not the wining and cheesing at a five-star hotel type. Publishers probably do not find her persona fitting the Page three book writer type either.</div>
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Despite having made a rather quiet entry onto the bookshelves at bookshops, and not being displayed in the show windows, this is one of the more genuine and perceptive books written on the layers of culture, society and history that make up Pakistan. The mannerisms of its people appear to be alien but we soon realize there are their counterparts in India. When seen through the eyes of an Indian they become instantly recognisable. At one point Farzana comments on a man she meets at a social occasion: “Fazal was a man on the make and Aijaz was a collector – a collector of contacts; he called them friends to legitimize his desperate need for networking”. The young show offs in drawing rooms and wedding entourages in so many cities of India are mirror images of these two Pakistani Punjabi men. It makes one give a further thought to Asif Zardari’s recent statement that there is a little bit of Indian in every Pakistani and a little bit of Pakistani in every Indian.</div>
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The author’s views and experiences change in nuance and understanding during her many journeys to Pakistan. They get layered like a palimpsest through which similarities and differences in textures are revealed. She probes with her curious mind the simplest of gestures and mannerisms and tells herself, more than the reader, of how it is to be an Indian visiting Pakistan. She asks, “Is there a place for secularism in an Islamic society? Or Atheism? Atheism remains the invisible minority: they have no heritage to uphold. No blasphemy laws apply to them. Non-belief is a private wound that you nurse quietly”. In a form of anwer, she shares a note she received from a Pakistani before she even went there:</div>
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<i>When I was a child I used to think a lot about God and admired his power and grandeur. Then I thought I should find out whether this guy exists or it’s a hoax. I did it this way. I decided to talk to God, and I said “ I will call you an s.o.b. If you respond, then you exist and if you don’t then you don’t , then I am your creator and not the other way round, and if you hurt me for calling you an s.o.b., then you are an s.o.b. and not God” . Nothing happened. I therefore concluded that he did not exist or I left him with no choice but to remain silent”.</i></div>
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Written with a light touch, but with deep thoughtfulness, this book is one of those that stand out because the writer is both natural, sincere, and does not fear to be what she is.</div>
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This review appeared in an issue in 2008, but I discovered about it only a couple of months ago! <br />
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<a href="http://farzana-versey.blogspot.com/2011/11/unravelling-travelling.html">A piece on writing about travel is on 'Cross Connections'</a> </div>
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Shobhana Bhattacharji<br />
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<b>A Journey Interrupted is a secular version of nineteenth-century Indian women’s hajj narratives in which their sense of their Indian identity became stronger and stronger as their pilgrimages proceeded.</b>1 At its simplest, A Journey Interrupted is about a Bombay-based Muslim woman journalist’s trips to Pakistan between 2001 and 2007. She visited and revisited Karachi, Islamabad, and Peshawar; she spoke to friends, politicians, army officers, socialites, poets, prostitutes, chai-wallahs, taxi-drivers, and others; she initiated conversations and had them thrust upon her; she experienced the legendary Pakistani hospitality and hostility; equally, her travelling to Pakistan was derided by friends and acquaintances in India. Summed up like this, we have another cliché, which it is not.<br />
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It is the first time I have read about feelings, ideas, and attitudes which must be part of the emotional and conversational furniture in Muslim homes but which the rest of us are not usually privileged to share. Being Muslim in India is tough enough in the normal course, with Muslims having to constantly prove their loyalty to India. It is complicated by their having close family in both countries. (This is true of other minorities like Christians as well, but that story is yet to be narrated, the dominant post-partition story being occupied by the two major affected religious groups, Hindus and Muslims.)<br />
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Versey writes as a second generation Indian affected by partition, one like me who grew up in India but among parents who knew undivided India. In the early years of this century, Asma Jehangir used to say with passion that unless our generation worked for peace between the two countries, there was no hope. Our generation, even those of us who are midnight’s children born after partition, feel we have lived in undivided India because we share our parents’ memories. But history has changed later generations.<br />
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To paraphrase Versey, they are bombarded with new weapons of hate and do not have the tolerance of the older generation who, she says, felt we should try and forget what happened and get on with life. They do not have the partial understanding but strong desire of some of our generation that we can at least cooperate and live in peace. This sounds like some more been-there-done-that.<br />
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Farzana Verseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891229615361937135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533910047538112294.post-17172468829682846952011-08-01T19:47:00.002+05:302011-08-03T18:40:50.729+05:30"The narrator drew me into her world": A new review at Amazon<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Journey-Interrupted-Being-Indian-Pakistan/product-reviews/8172237553/ref=cm_cr_dp_all_summary?ie=UTF8&showViewpoints=1&sortBy=bySubmissionDateDescending"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Amazon</span></a> </span><br />
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It took three weeks to receive this book, but it was worth it. I was very excited to read and finished the book. I truly enjoyed it. <br />
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Through the scenes and narrative, I felt closer to the characters and situations although I didn't even know any of the Pakistani writers or other well-known people in India and Pakistan. But, all the more, the narrator drew me into her world. This reading was truly special to me. Out of all the elements, politic, religion, history, travels, and personal accounts, I trusted the narrator's wisdoms and sensitivity in language. <br />
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From this book, I learned many facts. First, I knew many Muslim people live in India, but I didn't know more Muslims in India than in all of Pakistan. I thought most of the people I know probably didn't know that. And I was even more surprised to find that 3 millions Hindu people live in Pakistan. I thought to myself, "What a simplistic imagination I used to have!" Second, Goa, India, was occupied by Portuguese until 1961. That wasn't too long ago. <br />
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About the terms the narrator used, I thought them interesting, such as atheist Muslim or secular government because I thought governments are to operate independently away from religion. Obviously, I've been taking this kind of things for granted because I'm Japanese. So, reading this book, I started to understand the needs of such terms even though I understood the narrator was against labeling. It made me think. <br />
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About Urdu, I enjoyed reading dialogues. Even though I don't know the language at all, I read each dialogue with much interest. I appreciated the narrator's deep knowledge of the language and culture. <br />
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About honesty, the author/narrator's voice seeped through, and I just loved when her honesty spilled humor. It was like Flannery O'Connor, my favorite American author. The narrator made me chuckle more than a dozen times, but I would give just two examples. On her first visit to Pakistan and about to be deported, her Pakistani driver says, "When you return home you can at least tell people you saw the best sight in Karachi." Haven't we all had such experience? Then, the narrator says, "I did not know what I had `seen' since my back was turned to it." I imagined the seriousness of her situation, a famous ancient site in Pakistan, and the driver's concern for tourists, I started to giggle reading late at night. Second example, a fortune teller said to the narrator, "Men will cause you troubles." She said, "You could tell this to any woman in any part of the world and she would agree." Ha ha. I couldn't agree more! <br />
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I learned a lot from this book and very satisfied with it.</div>Farzana Verseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891229615361937135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533910047538112294.post-52920252870288091232011-03-14T18:36:00.004+05:302014-11-26T18:52:11.670+05:30An Indian in Pakistan - Interview with FV<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b>By Raziqueh Hussain</b><br />
<b>8 October 2010, </b><br />
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The title Being Indian in Pakistan: A Journey Interrupted is enough to get one excited. It’s a book that <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">“There was no inspiration as such to write this book,” she says. “I was sitting in a coffee shop and a friend introduced me to someone as a writer. He asked me what I’m writing and without a blink I said Pakistan, because I had just returned from there. After I reached home, I realised oh, now there’s a book,” she recalls.</span></div>
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With vast material on hand, but without a manuscript or a query letter, she simply sent a note to the publisher saying that “I’m passionate about writing this. If you are interested, let me know” and pat came the reply within two days.<br />
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Versey had done a lot of interviews with people like the legendary poet Ahmed Faraz which she put into this book — an absolute delight as it allows us to peep into the revolutionary poet’s mind.<br />
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She has also written opinion pieces, feature articles and interviews for several publications for two decades. “No one likes to call me a journalist. In those days, they would spit out, ‘You are just a writer.’ But still I considered most insults coming my way to be hugely complimentary. Now that I have published my first book, some reviews have called me a journalist!” she says.<br />
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The book is a collection of vignettes about the many journeys made by the author to Pakistan between April 2001 and May 2007. These experiences are reflective of the changing geopolitical landscape with the 9/11, NATO in Afghanistan, Kashmir, Gujarat, Karachi, Lal Masjid and many other incidents impacting the period of her reportage. “The Lal Masjid incident had happened and I felt strongly about it, especially the repercussions that took place. I am a big supporter of women out there. Theirs was a dissent of a certain kind. See, we all have standard ideas about what dissent is, what protest is; everyone wears a T-shirt and shouts slogans. Bob Marley songs are not dissent. Basically, I feel indigenousness is important. And it has a lot to do with identities,” she says.<br />
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This book is about the identity question in large measure — the Indian Muslim identity, the Pakistani identity and a woman’s identity too. Versey grapples with the conflicts between societies, politics, nationalities, religions and genders and these conflicts play out in her interactions across a wide section of society on a “foreign” land. She meets Pakistani cultural icons and ventures out into other unexplored nooks and corners of that “land of the pure.” <br />
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“I don’t think a man would ever write about Peshawar the way I have written it,” she says, adding, “I do believe I have shown the women of the frontier province as I saw them; absolutely the way they are. I saw an amazingly courageous rebel in a village here and it may come as a surprise but Peshawar was the only place that they didn’t give much attention to my religion, as opposed to other cities.”<br />
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She doesn’t like labels or genres that can pin her down and so won’t describe what kind of author she is. “I cannot blindly believe in anything in the environment and have to question everything, including myself. I have a healthy disregard for objectivity. Give me an ‘ism’ and I shall give you a subjective opinion,” she says. Nothing defines her more than the written word. “The stark black and white also reveals the extreme positions I take on almost all issues. On the other hand, I can sit at home for a month without meeting anybody and still entertain myself,” says the author, who writes poetry as well as paints.<br />
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Talking of her influences, anything of consequence, she avoids reading <i>{on the topic, other than factual accounts - ED}</i> so that it doesn’t jar her thinking. “I don’t want other people’s words to inflict an influence on me. Even if it’s a bad news, I’d rather mine is worse than anyone else’s. But there are a few authors that I identify with, like Ismat Chugtai, Sadat Hasan Manto; it turns out that they are writers in Urdu though it is not my first language. I like Anais Nin, Virginia Woolf and Henry Miller, basically any writer who has an element of passion in writing,” she says. <br />
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She is equally scathing on the right-wing Hindu fundamentalists, as she is on the Mullahs, or on the US imperialism and even tougher on the Wagah candle-lighting peace talks. Her clash of identities — of religion, culture, gender and nationality — makes for a potent concoction when blended with her independent take on all issues. “I’m judged all the time based on what I’ve written and I just love people who have not read me because they are coming to me fresh... people who are illiterate, uneducated and ignorant technically — I find them very enlightened. I can learn a lot from them. I’m not being patronising. They could be very good in their respective fields, it’s just that they don’t read and won’t even spend Rs295 on my book. It’s another matter that I read out the excerpts to them,” she says.<br />
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Her biography on former Indian Prime Minister, the late VP Singh — which was supposed to have been her first book — is already written. “I find him fascinating as he altered the face of Indian politics with the Mandal Commission,” signs off Versey, who has plans to write a novel next.<br />
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If you have not already read it, my experience with interviewing will put this in perspective. It is <a href="http://farzana-versey.blogspot.com/2011/03/interview.html" style="color: #cc0000;">here</a>
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<i>Still getting responses...in the mail and posted elsewhere </i><br />
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Dear Ferzana,<br />
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I wanted to read your wonderful book once and "study" it a second time before writing to you.
First reading fascinated me. The way you have, after starting off as a travelogue, weaved history of a period that I have been conscious of is superb.
You did manage to meet, talk to and interview a whole range of personalities from almost every walk of life I enjoyed reading the book. Thank you.<br />
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A word about Lahore. I have never visited it but have seen many friends who migrated from Lahore to Delhi. They are very proud of their being "Lahorians". It was the best cantonement of undivided India. It also boasted some of the best colleges. I suppose you know that the film actor Dev Anand and his wife Kalpana Kartik (Mona Singha) are from Lahore. Her sister Sona was the wife of one of my bosses in service. And her brothers were in the armed forces. One of them, an Air Force officer got married to the daughter of the police commissioner of Lahore. I met the chaming couple when they spent (a part of) their honey moon in a tent in Doraha in Punjab. I used to enjoy the chilgozas she would pass around sitting on the canal bank. I do not know if the Air Force got him to take premature release because I never heard of them afterwards. What I started out to say to you was that Lahorians being a little snobbish is forgivable.
In the second reading I was "reading" more the author than the contents.<br />
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First, I admire the courage (once or twice bordering on foolhardiness which just happened to pay off without getting you into trouble) you showed in making your trips and organising meetings.<br />
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Your intellect I shall not comment on for fear of getting branded as a flatterer. However, I was surprised to find that occasionally acted so naive!
Sensitive you have to be to be what you are. Sensitivity and intelligence go together. What i had not noticed earlier is the insecurity you inwardly feel.<br />
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Of course many of my muslim friends in Bombay feel slightly insecure because they were touched though remotely in the riots sponsored by our Hindu extremists ("terrorists" ?) I do not know your or your familiy's direct experience in that context. But the feeling of your insecurity hurts me.as a human being, not as a Hindu because I am virtually an athiest - or "rationalist" as I would prefer to be called. If there is insecurity, there must be a solution somewhere!<br />
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I just finished reading your "Journey".
What can I say? I am speechless. It is so exhaustive.....history,politics,sociology,economics, people ranging from the poorest to the grandest, poets to dancers, gays to lusty hetero's,military to the artistes.<br />
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Tears sprang in my eyes when I read of your hurt at the Wagah border callisthenics.<br />
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The 3 books that seriously affected me have been ...Dosto's' Crime and Punsihment', Camu's 'The Fall', Kafka's 'The Trial' and Capote's 'In Cold Blood'. But then there are so many of them out there that I have read and deeply enjoyed. But the books I have mentioned are embedded in my heart.
And now your book. This one too has not only clasped and embraced me tightly it has already begun engraving herself ( I cannot use 'itself' ) in my very soul.<br />
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I must thank you for so lucidly informing and educating me on Pakistan. I could talk to you for hours and hours on the Partition and the new State and the never ending tragedy unfolding repeatedly year after year and day after day. These are flames that can consume so many for absolutely no reasons whatsoever.<br />
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'Rajhish hi sahi...'is saved in my iTunes library and never fails to stir me. Once again one of my favorites and you interview the Great Faraz himself in your book.
I admire you for your sensitivity, astuteness and courage.<br />
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Yes I have questions, maybe a couple of disagreements also.These are triflings...... but ultimately my heart beats for what you write in this book.<br />
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Although the book is based on author's 4 travels to Pakistan between August 2001 and May 2007, it is not a travelogue, says the author and rightly so. Unlike travelogues, people (known, unknown, blurred) are the subjects of the book, not places; latter merely provide the backdrops.<br />
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The book does not have a single photograph from any of the four travels, which underscores the fact the it is not about places or even faces, but views.
The reader does get a feeling of the journeys being narrated. The narration is so engaging that the author swiftly embeds anecdotes to factual details without disrupting its pace.<br />
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The author has been able to include Manto's memories with the same ease as her meeting with Ahmad Faraz. Apart from Faraz, the readers get rare opportunity to know up close some other well known names like Ardeshir Cowasjee, Pervez Hoodbhoy. However it's the unknown names (till you read the book) like Saqlain, Bilal, Shujaat, etc., who tell about that country, often without telling, what makes this book different. Conspicuous by its absence is any mention of Dr Abdus Salam. Besides, how could Pervez Hoodbhoy say "... There is no major Muslim scientist or ...". So, for him too, like many Pakistanis, Dr Salam was not a Muslim.<br />
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Author, no point in guessing, is the protagonist, besides being the narrator. How she is seen in Pakistan and her reactions to how India (and Indian Muslims in particular) is perceived by Pakistanis naturally makes her the protagonist. Her style of describing women is graciously sensuous and reminds me of Ismat Chughtai.<br />
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The book is an essential read, if one wants to read about Pakistsn as a person, not as a strategist or even a peace activist. I never imagined myself visiting Pakistan, but after reading the book, I may plan to travel to Pakistan as a curious traveler the day it starts issuing tourist visas to Indians, as I have neither relatives there nor I'm an Aman-ki-Asha activist.<br />
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Ayaz Alam <br />
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These are the fateful queries that partition raised and whose answer still haunts us! A lot has been written about identities whether Ethnic or Religious, but in this present book Farzana Versey raises some distinct and distinguished insights into this complex problem of identity. Though this book is neither a research work undertaken by the author under the auspices of a grand university and seasoned researcher nor is it a conventional travelogue, though one may find certain traits of travel writing in it.<br />
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Mushtaq, India
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Farzana Verseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891229615361937135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533910047538112294.post-836220103233132402008-11-03T17:25:00.001+05:302008-11-03T17:27:24.313+05:30Review in SwagatThis is a review that has appeared in the November 2008 issue of <span style="font-style: italic;">Swagat</span>, which is the inflight magazine of Indian Airlines. Their <a href="http://www.mediatransasiaindia.com/swagat.html">website</a> says it is read by 2 million upmarket passengers every month. But they will still read Paulo Coelho <span style="font-style: italic;">da jawaab nahin</span>!<br /><br />As with all reviews, I shall not comment, except to clarify that nowhere have I mentioned that Aga Khanis are a persecuted lot in Pakistan.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZgBP47CgpaycGhu1oMeqEpjsGG8PRWj89aoGvG9_D1IhQmpNfQ9TaOWxl9B09lbNwLOafujGCfnRRIey37rMNcRiGC3ULZEI8fQKLrloG7vrLC3lwNSYopBq9G71ESUfG1cT3lK72egg/s1600-h/Review+swagat2,+Nov.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZgBP47CgpaycGhu1oMeqEpjsGG8PRWj89aoGvG9_D1IhQmpNfQ9TaOWxl9B09lbNwLOafujGCfnRRIey37rMNcRiGC3ULZEI8fQKLrloG7vrLC3lwNSYopBq9G71ESUfG1cT3lK72egg/s400/Review+swagat2,+Nov.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264394431520358194" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHvVjq954pEAl9bQuEfZxP5PekJihPbz48puQFQXCNd2xtwu6UHXN-Dtr-baEZGnoFMSjSYcGRHkodnTeIv4m03AJ9f3QZFGH4ZqWlMXc-YM2_FQYX7bXcKKoge1w2aiJzRdEQ-pFsM4Q/s1600-h/Review+Swagat1,+Nov.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHvVjq954pEAl9bQuEfZxP5PekJihPbz48puQFQXCNd2xtwu6UHXN-Dtr-baEZGnoFMSjSYcGRHkodnTeIv4m03AJ9f3QZFGH4ZqWlMXc-YM2_FQYX7bXcKKoge1w2aiJzRdEQ-pFsM4Q/s400/Review+Swagat1,+Nov.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264398923864378770" border="0" /></a>Farzana Verseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891229615361937135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533910047538112294.post-63635824219013792302008-09-28T18:30:00.005+05:302008-09-28T18:31:37.446+05:30Review in Deccan Herald<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Negotiating for an identity<br /><a href="http://www.deccanherald.com/Content/Sep282008/books2008092792388.asp">Deccan Herald</a><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p><br /></o:p>What begins as an exciting concept soon descends into confused dialogues and reflections. <i style="">A Journey Interrupted</i> becomes an opportunity interrupted. Farzana Versey embarks on a unique journey, as an Indian in Pakistan. But what makes her journey unique is that she is not only Indian, but an Indian Muslim and so, much information not easily accessible to many Indians becomes accessible to her. She takes the reader with her to Karachi, Islamabad, Lahore, Peshawar and many other interesting and unique places, some known, others little known places. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">The book tries to give as complete a slice of Pakistani society as possible, without any obfuscation no matter how disconcerting the narrative and introduces an array of interesting personalities. So when the Karachi teenagers tire of pornographic sites, they ‘visit Indian sites. There are fights about Indo-Pak issues...and Kashmir is top in the list; then we discuss films, cities and politics.’ UK-based Sikh Satwinder, is rebuilding his father’s lost-in-partition empire in Lahore, ‘...his way of hitting out, telling Lahore that he is rebuilding his father’s life’; Shujat, wants to have an affair with ‘Not just an Indian woman, but a Brahmin one’, which would not be ‘about love, but hate...like war’; Tariq thinks ‘..the Hindu is a stigma for Muslims, anyway, they are definitely not seen as the same as us’. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Against them is juxtaposed Jeremy, the Christian, who does not care that he cannot discuss Christianity in social gatherings like Islam is discussed, so long as ‘I am allowed my drinks, I carry my name and I go to church...’, Nihal, who wants a break in Bollywood for ‘Bollywood is the place to be, even our established actors want to make it there.’ <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Khalid Ahmed, in charge of the ‘Beyond Borders’ concept in Pakistan, who, born in Patna came to Pakistan as an adult and carries all these — ‘a Bihari identity, an Indian identity and a Pakistani identity’. Sheema Kerwani ‘dances in a society where she is not permitted to, to the strains of Indian music in a form that was created as a celebration of Hindu gods. But for her Lord Krishna is not just a clay idol, but a vision of love...’. For Ardeshir Cowasjee, ‘a motherland is a motherland. If I am asked where I was born, I would say India. In 1929, this was India’. And Parvez Hoodbhoy, who rejects that there is a Pakistani culture and sees a ‘deliberate attempt to ‘Saudi-ise’ it, as opposed to accepting a South-Asian identity’.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">The academician, the harlot, the delinquent juvenile mystic, the rich Sindhi Hindu, the gay, the lesbian, the Afghan refugee, the poet, the civil rights activist — all are touched upon.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">There are some beautiful imagery and moments of reflection. And the author’s own journey through her many fractured identities — as a woman, an Indian, a Muslim, a Muslim in India, an Indian Muslim in Pakistan — ‘the emotional mulatto. The fence sitter who could not make up her mind. But when did I have a choice?’<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">The style at times is reminiscent of M J Akbar, but unfortunately the author is unable to sustain it and the reader’s interest. So it becomes an endless series of interviews culminating into analysis often defensive and judgmental. The incessant questions, the disjointed narratives and the constant refrain of the Babri Masjid demolition combine to dull the reading. There are also some sweeping and simplistic generalisations: ‘Unlike in Mumbai...in Pakistan a Parsi can at least die with his faith intact’, 'This was how the Hindu mind, the urban, western-educated mind was thinking’, and a sorry apologist argument about the blowing up of the Bamiyan Buddhas.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">The ending is poignant; witnessing the ‘Beating the Retreat’ at the Wagah border on the Pakistani side, the author bursts into tears when she hears the voice of Lata Mangeshkar from the Indian side against the Pakistani backdrop of Allahu Akbar. “I could not explain. Allah-u-Akbar and Lata Mangeshkar are both embedded deep in my consciousness. Both are part of my personal history.” These lines convey the message that the rest of the book struggles to. All the challenges, the contradictions, the anger, the pain and smugness of being a Muslim in India come gushing forth. So while A Journey Interrupted leaves one with insightful vignettes of Pakistan, its tortuous tryst with its identity-based destiny, the book is also about the author’s attempt to negotiate her own identity.<o:p></o:p></span></p>Farzana Verseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891229615361937135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533910047538112294.post-72337313112104297832008-09-28T18:30:00.004+05:302008-09-28T18:31:07.726+05:30"we do not 'need' peace with Pakistan": FV interview<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Author Of The Month: August: Farzana Versey<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p><br /></o:p>In an email interview to <a href="http://www.dhvani.co.in/about_dhvani.html"><i style="">Dhvani</i></a>, Farzana Versey talks about her book <i style="">A Journey Interrupted: Being Indian In Pakistan</i><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><u><span lang="EN-GB">Q: I think your book in ways tries to say that, "Yes we have our differences but let's leave out the politicians and begin the peace process." Comment.<o:p></o:p></span></u></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">A: The 'leave the politicians out' bit is right, but I don't see why we need to start the peace process. Such processes are in fact a political agenda. Socially, we do not 'need' peace. We just have to get rid of this anguish about a lost land. No one asks us to start the peace process with Nepal or Sri Lanka or even Bangladesh. And we do have political turbulence with these nations. So, why Pakistan?<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><u><span lang="EN-GB">Q: How was the response to this book in Pakistan?<o:p></o:p></span></u></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">A: They are still waiting for it! But after reading my interviews and a couple of extracts, some Pakistanis have written to me to say that I have rubbished their country. It is not true and a rather simplistic reading; it is like saying that when I critique a poem, I dislike poetry. Yes, a few expat Pakistanis have read the book. Some have picked holes and asked why I did not have <i style="">paan</i> at a landmark place and someone else wants to know why I am obsessed with Gandhi when I don't even like Gandhi....There was an unusual opposite reaction from another Pakistani who said, "Why do you not like that poor man?" I could only say, "It is because I do not like poor people!"<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">You haven't asked me about the response in India. I find that curious. It is written from an Indian perspective, in fact, far too much at times. I shall answer the unasked question anyway. I have got letters from small towns even before the book was formally launched. These are not just letters congratulating me. They have taken pains to point out page numbers and what those words there meant to them or in some cases did not mean. This is immensely gratifying for what people would call non-fiction. It reads like fiction, I am told, and it only buffers the cliche that truth is stranger than fiction.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><u><span lang="EN-GB">Q: In <i style="">A Journey Interrupted</i>, is there a hint of a nation interrupted? Does your being an Indian take the taste out of the peanut butter?<o:p></o:p></span></u></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">A: If we use the Charles M. Schulz quote, "Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love", then let us just say that which was 'unrequited' was mutually so! To talk about the 'nation interrupted' would mean having epic ideas. I prefer the minutiae. It is true that Pakistan is in denial just as much as India is. But Pakistani denial is more obvious.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><u><span lang="EN-GB">Q: Do you think the Indo-Pak conflict has begun to lose relevance when so many singers, actors and models are making a mark in the Indian Film Industry?<o:p></o:p></span></u></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">A: How many? Where is Meera? And I do have strong reservations about why they can make it here - at least the singers - and we cannot. How many of our singers have performed there? It seems like we let them participate in our music shows, it is entirely possible that it is a strategy for TRPs. Do we realise that it makes Pakistan, our neighbour and supposedly close to us in cultural terms, seem like Mogadishu. This is weird.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><u><span lang="EN-GB">Q: You write blogs too, does it give a sense of freedom, to be easily politically incorrect.<o:p></o:p></span></u></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">A: I have always exercised my ability to be politically incorrect, whichever forum I choose to express myself in. I don't think we should have different standards for writing. A doctor uses the same instruments whether s/he is performing a surgery at a private or public hospital, right? A writer should follow the same principle. The technique for an article may differ, but in my case that too applies rarely.<span style=""> </span>Blogs only give me an opportunity to indulge my vanity a bit more.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><u><span lang="EN-GB">Q: Do you have feeling that in India there's a double identity conflict? One is that of the faith and the other is class? Consider this statement by Shah Rukh Khan, "My success is a biggest proof that India is secular."<o:p></o:p></span></u></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">A: India has multiple identity crises, but if we restrict it to one community then faith and class do come into play. A Shahrukh Khan can talk about his success being the proof of secularism because that is the yardstick - achievement. If Shahrukh Khan did not live in a mansion and was resident of Behrampada doing odd jobs then he would be just a number (and I do not mean Number One). I find it odd that we still have to talk about proof for secularism. This is a sign of insecurity.<o:p></o:p></span></p>Farzana Verseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891229615361937135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533910047538112294.post-77299090218280145992008-09-03T19:51:00.004+05:302009-05-13T19:36:28.871+05:30Now available in PakistanTo anyone who is interested, Liberty Books in most Pakistani cities will have my book or get it for you. Also can be purchased at their <a href="http://libertybooks.com/books/non-fiction/true-accounts/a-journey-interrupted:-being-indian-in-pakistan.html"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">website</span></a>Farzana Verseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891229615361937135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533910047538112294.post-79692591810311337742008-08-27T18:45:00.010+05:302011-11-10T09:34:18.934+05:30Listen to me read...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Two podcast extracts. Click download to listen:<br />
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(From http://www.ideajugglers.com/)</div>Farzana Verseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891229615361937135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533910047538112294.post-46369470310004402732008-08-27T18:19:00.003+05:302009-06-08T18:31:55.733+05:30Readers' expressions<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">As I said elsewhere, even before the formal launch, readers’ letters had started trickling in. Readers I did not know, have never met. A couple have visited my blog; the rest had to ‘search’ me. This makes it all the more touching. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">The book has got fairly interesting reviews. But this – from people buying a copy, going through it, specifying page numbers and even a typo…I only know that if you touch people and reach out to them, then you have lodged yourself in their memories, their emotions, their conflicts. It could be ordinary things or deeper ones. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Here are a few excerpts from the notes, and one from a blog (Locations of the writers are Jaipur, Hyderabad, UP, UAE, Canada, USA in no particular order):</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">* * *</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Dear Ms<span style=""> </span>Versey,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">I have recently gone through 'A Journey Interrupted', here in Jaipur. I do hope you will not mind my making a couple of critical observations regarding the work. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Reading it was all about trying to decipher your reflections, in parts at least. They came across as opaque to the average reader. Your style reminds one of the style of Naipaul--the actions and utterances of unconnected individuals are employed to generalise or illustrate the ambience. I think that is not an adequate basis to analyse a people or a country's mood in its generality. You do not introduce us to the Baluchi angst. I wonder whether a Baluch at all considers himself as having a 'Pakistani' identity!</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">* * *</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">I loved the book, Its nice. Starts of soft... vanilla types, engrossing.... but gets serious and captivating towards the latter part. The transformation is invisible, the sublime move from soft to serious is artistically superior. simply put... well placed, well edited.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Every word is worth being read. This book is basically meant for anybody wanting to know of Pak, Its culture, heritage, lifestyle, politics et al.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">To be frank; My expectations from the book were much more, I expected hard realities, more space devoted to politics and terrorism with an intense FV touch. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">I got the FV touch in a few places like, tears streaming down your cheeks... liftman etc (xii). Then again, We embraced like long-lost sisters (128), I uncovered my head and threw my arms... (277)…</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">My expectations from this book were, that you propel yourself from an anti-establishment columnist to an Indo-Pak expert, joining the likes of Linda Heard, Patrick Seale who are Middle-Eastern experts.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">This is your first book, I am sure when we talk about it after another book of yours by then you will be an Indo-Pak expert and that will be the time when the entire world will be looking at India.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">* * *</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Sound like Indian psychops propaganda. Pakistan an amputation? Sounds like Mohandas Gandhi. United India was an imperial project. There were close to 500 principalities and states, all brutally annexed under the gun by Patel and his gang. His heritage continues in Gujarat where Muslims are burnt alive So glad about that 'amputation.'.India was never one country. Now India is a political entity ruled from Delhi. It is as if Germany were to declare itself Europe. Let us stay with Bharat.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Please don't give us concocted Congressite Islam. Pleasee...</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">* * *</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">At the beginning, I was not liking it much, though I found it extremely readable. I then felt you were deliberately trying to paint a dark picture of a country to which you went with a prior text. But as I crossed the half way barrier - until then I was rather uncomfortable - I began feeling dragged into it forcefully. And it was sheer delight all the way to the end and the end was so very apt and thoughtful.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">The picture of the author that emerged from the pages is indeed fascinating, or must I say intriguing. And the identity pangs that you revealed are quite familiar turf for me. These are stray thoughts I am penning down soon after finishing the book. It is a fine narrative, very readable, and it touches upon some of the interesting aspects of a society on the brink of fragmentation. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">I remain intrigued by the persona of the author now more than before, because she defies to be pigeon-holed into categories. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">* * *</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Hi Farzana,</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">I am sure you have a lot of people giving you warranted and unwarranted critiques of your work. And so here goes another unsolicited one. I started out reading three books at the same time. I finished yours first, because the more I read it, the more I felt absorbed and intrigued by your reasoning and mind flow.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">When I read your book, I get the impression that the two solitudes (Hindu and Muslim) cannot and should not meet in an idealized and cooked up manner or fashion. It would be forced. That any "peacenik" notions are a fantasy and a deeper understanding of the cultural ethos of the two "nations" (I am not yet talking about Pakistan, just the two nations within India) is necessary before the external trappings of peace and harmony are implemented or attempted. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">When I left India, I left with the understanding that Muslims and Hindus and other religions must develop class bonds and it is class affiliation that would determine the peaceful understanding between the two communities. When I went abroad, I started meeting Pakistanis for the first time.<span style=""> </span>Every Pakistani I met suggested that they were like "us". Hinduism gives you a feeling of idolatry and Muslims seemed so much more dignified. I met and got friendly with different hues of Pakistanis. Exiled left wingers and working class. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">The Manto segment was brilliant. He is like Lenny Bruce. I love him. Toba Tek Singh is awesome. I have never met a Saqlain…but I know of them. I have been going over your book a few times. I am distressed somewhere, which makes me pick it up again. I don't believe in text book peace. I still feel the raison détre for Pakistan has become</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">India-hating and insular and having been manipulated by both the Wahabi Saudis and the Old US imperial shenanigans, Pakistan has very little unifying force, other than enmity towards India.<span style=""> </span>Pakistan is torn apart by tribal sensibilities, foreign Islamic influences, backward feudal macho cultural traits and a generally non-industrial</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">folklore. Not helpful.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">I found your style refreshingly different, very streaming and great to read—and disturbingly switching in and out…but I realized that it was written with a hundred emotions flowing all together and so I understand it. It is sometimes like a net-discourse. Besides I am very big on creating a new language for ourselves" if we can. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">* * *</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="http://pragmatic.nationalinterest.in/2008/07/06/sunday-reading-a-journey-interrupted/">Her journeys</a> are reflective of the changing geopolitical landscape with the 9/11, NATO in Afghanistan, Kashmir, Gujarat, Karachi, Lal Masjid and many other incidents impacting the period of her reportage. Against this fast-changing backdrop, she grapples with the conflicts between societies, politics, nationalities, religions and genders; these conflicts play out in her interactions across a wide section of society on a “foreign” land. She meets their cultural icons and ventures out into other unexplored nooks and corners of that “land of the pure”– gays, junkies and other minorities and even artists, as they jostle for space on the periphery of the society. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">…The author is brutally honest and disarmingly frank in dealing with her often conflicting anxieties tugging her in different directions. It is disconcerting, many a times surprising, and at times even shocking as she bares her inner emotions and relates them to her experiences. All this while, there is an implicit attempt to clean the cobwebs of confusion in her minds. Despite chartering such a wide territory during a tumultuous period, most of the questions she raises and others ask of her remain unanswered at the end of the book. Probably, it is unwise to seek destinations when only the journey and the exploration en route matters.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">In any case, the author is a rebel, a non-conformist, a maverick, essentially a recusant, an intellectual beatnik, an iconoclast– all rolled into one. She is equally scathing on the right-wing Hindu fundamentalists, as she is on the Mullahs, or on the US imperialism and even tougher on the Wagah candle-lighting peaceniks. Her clash of identities- of religion, culture, gender and nationality- makes for a potent concoction when blended with her independent take on all issues.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><br /></span></p>Farzana Verseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891229615361937135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533910047538112294.post-5559041509987894112008-08-26T19:38:00.006+05:302008-08-26T20:16:51.284+05:30M.V.Kamath on A Journey InterruptedJust as writers do, reviewers too come with their own baggages.<br /><br />Here we are not talking about just any reviewer; it is M.V. Kamath, stalwart, who covered World War II, the Partition, the Emergency, the Bangladesh War and has met the topmost leaders, written several books.<br /><br />Interesting...this appeared in the August 24 issue of <span style="font-style: italic;">The Free Press Journal</span>...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3uNEcqimIovUgoI45rK5stu0ZE4rYsVMW2pgIEu8kFFaRu8dhvBXDhKA1BkEq0v_S6Hx2NeyrCTLABzMsY5-LKE4I5E_BlHe4xjok6JOpqEPsTPQ9shK6AO5LylOGFVHGcZ-t7jfqd6c/s1600-h/FV+%28FPJ%29+Aug2408,+MV.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3uNEcqimIovUgoI45rK5stu0ZE4rYsVMW2pgIEu8kFFaRu8dhvBXDhKA1BkEq0v_S6Hx2NeyrCTLABzMsY5-LKE4I5E_BlHe4xjok6JOpqEPsTPQ9shK6AO5LylOGFVHGcZ-t7jfqd6c/s400/FV+%28FPJ%29+Aug2408,+MV.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238830373655010754" border="0" /></a>Farzana Verseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891229615361937135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533910047538112294.post-7492922718629716902008-07-06T18:49:00.007+05:302011-02-24T08:43:19.928+05:30In search of an identity - Interview with FV<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="http://jang.com.pk/thenews/jul2008-weekly/nos-06-07-2008/pol1.htm#7" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB">In search of an identity</span></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">The News, Pakistan</span><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">July 6</span><i><span lang="EN-GB"> </span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><i><span lang="EN-GB">Peshawar was the only big city in Pakistan where my religion was of no consequence</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><i><span lang="EN-GB"></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><i><span lang="EN-GB"></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><i><span lang="EN-GB"></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB">By Murtaza Shibli</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://jang.com.pk/thenews/jul2008-weekly/nos-06-07-2008/images/Pol7a7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="188" src="http://jang.com.pk/thenews/jul2008-weekly/nos-06-07-2008/images/Pol7a7.jpg" width="150" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB">After more than two decades in newspaper and magazine writing, and more than 2,000 articles to her credit, Farzana Versey still cannot be categorised as a journalist -- she makes even outside events seem like her own, as she did in her recent book, entitled <i>A Journey Interrupted: Being Indian in Pakistan</i>. She has written columns and features for many publications, such as The Asian Age, Illustrated Weekly of India, Times of India, Sunday Observer, Gentleman, Deccan Chronicle and CounterPunch, but then she has also taught the visually-impaired, worked among the children in red-light areas, and as she says, "these have given me a sense of loss as well as hope."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB">It is evident that Farzana Versey enjoys interacting with people. She has interviewed several well-known personalities from politics, arts, literature, academia and the underworld. She is currently working on the biography of former Indian Prime Minister VP Singh. Most of her articles deal with contemporary political issues of the Indian subcontinent, communalism, gender, culture, society and the media. She makes no secret of her clear-cut views on issues and sometimes her self-professed "healthy disregard for objectivity" generates a lot of heated criticism. Accordingly, she tends to bring out extremes in both fan loyalty as well as adverse criticism, including abusive feedback and threats.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB">To leaven the straightforwardness of her political writings, Farzana Versey pens poetry. In her own words, "Words are my weapons, they are also my shield. They are a blessing and they are a curse." Open about herself, many of Farzana Versey's writings have an autobiographical element, including her travels. <i>The News on Sunday</i> interviewed her recently. Excerpts follow:<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"> <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><b><u><span lang="EN-GB">The News on Sunday:</span></u></b><u><span lang="EN-GB"> You recently visited Pakistan for the fourth time in the last six years and now a book on the county. Why Pakistan?<o:p></o:p></span></u></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><b><span lang="EN-GB">Farzana Versey:</span></b><span lang="EN-GB"> A more appropriate question would be why not Pakistan for all these years and why now? I have spoken about the fear of visiting that country and being stuck there in the event of a war. That fear remained. In some ways, the first trip was to purge that fear; the subsequent visits were to understand the hurt of the statement I begin my Prologue with when the retired army general said, "You need to be deported." I sensed a deep resentment in his voice and tone. Moreover, it was directed not against India, but against the Indian Muslim. He was hitting out at my identity.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><b><u><span lang="EN-GB">TNS:</span></u></b><u><span lang="EN-GB"> The subcontinent's partition is prominently placed in your discourse. Is it still that relevant?<o:p></o:p></span></u></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><b><span lang="EN-GB">FV:</span></b><span lang="EN-GB"> I would say the partition resonating in my book A Journey Interrupted: Being Indian in Pakistan is more psychological. I have compared the attitude of the pre-partition generation, which has now taken on a soft-focus, let us forget it all and get over it attitude, with that of our generation and, more importantly, the younger generation. We are, as I wrote, living contemporary history. The youth is finding absolutely no connection with us. The geographical partition, however gruesome it was, at least had the advantage of bloodshed. The suspicion the Indian Muslim faces both at home and in Pakistan is without this benefit of catharsis. The fissures are only being fossilised with every stereotype.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><b><u><span lang="EN-GB">TNS:</span></u></b><u><span lang="EN-GB"> Can the ongoing peace process between the two countries heal the wounds?<o:p></o:p></span></u></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><b><span lang="EN-GB">FV:</span></b><span lang="EN-GB"> As I have already said, we are not talking about those old wounds as much as about the new arrows being aimed blindly from both sides. Political peace is impossible and will never happen. I am afraid if this is a pessimistic view. I would call it freedom from delusion. It would suffice if the ordinary people kept up a semblance of civility and left politicians out of the peace process. When you want to sup with your neighbour you do not seek the permission of the landlord, do you?<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><b><u><span lang="EN-GB">TNS:</span></u></b><u><span lang="EN-GB"> Was it possible to do a book without Kashmir in it?<o:p></o:p></span></u></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><b><span lang="EN-GB">FV:</span></b><span lang="EN-GB"> I tried, but Kashmir was like a shadow tailing me. The reason is simple: the Pakistani interest in India is centred on Kashmir. Not the Kashmiri people, mind you, but Kashmir as real estate, as a brownie point. And this will continue to be a hotbed, because the most important thing is that this one state keeps the armies of both countries occupied. It has probably become a symbol to judge how patriotic one is.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><b><u><span lang="EN-GB">TNS:</span></u></b><u><span lang="EN-GB"> Why did you choose Indian Muslim identity to set the narrative?<o:p></o:p></span></u></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><b><span lang="EN-GB">FV:</span></b><span lang="EN-GB"> Because it happens to be my identity. And this book is about the identity question in large measure -- my identity, the Pakistani identities. You forgot to add the 'woman' identity too. This was crucial because a female perspective put me in the real conflict with the terrain. Given that Pakistani society is considered misogynistic, I got to see it in action in my encounters with men from different strata. I do not think a man would ever write about Peshawar the way it has been written and I do believe I have shown the women of the Frontier as I saw them without wearing blinkers. If I saw an amazingly courageous rebel in a village here, I saw the complete helplessness of the so-called liberated woman in a big city too. There cannot be fixed ideas. Incidentally, Peshawar was the only big city in Pakistan where my religion was of no consequence.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><b><u><span lang="EN-GB">TNS:</span></u></b><u><span lang="EN-GB"> Despite placing your Muslim identity at core, why are you seen as an infidel?<o:p></o:p></span></u></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><b><span lang="EN-GB">FV:</span></b><span lang="EN-GB"> This must be seen in the context of my various fractured selves that came along as baggage. I do tend to travel heavy! I referred to feeling like an emotional mulatto in the land of the pure where my supposed impurity hit me. This personal aspect was to take off on other marginals.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><b><u><span lang="EN-GB">TNS:</span></u></b><u><span lang="EN-GB"> You are using a limited set of people to comment on the society. How exhaustive can this be?<o:p></o:p></span></u></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><b><span lang="EN-GB">FV:</span></b><span lang="EN-GB"> I am not a bird, so there was no sense in giving a bird's eye-view. I had not set out to write the definitive book on the Pakistani society, with a title that had every word in caps and footnotes that ran into pages. Interestingly, while researching some aspects it would take me to many of my earlier articles, so a bibliography would have ended up as an exercise in vanity that I can ill-afford beyond a point. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB">To answer your question, it may not be exhaustive, which is why it is not exhausting. However, it is most certainly relevant because those people are an intrinsic part of the country; they are its voices. Mores and norms are formed by lived experiences, not pontification.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB">A Bengali Muslim talking about Bangladesh makes more sense to me than my quoting ten experts. That information is available from any search engine. And will anyone be able to replicate the sheer anguish of people's personal lives by not empathising with it? I could have written a nice sensational chapter on Heera Mandi, but as I stated I am not a western sociologist 'doing' a place; my sensitivity is different; not better or worse, just different. I have a background in working among children of commercial sex workers, so I cannot take those images away. What I have instead is a more touching account about a real person who is hiding her past. We again come to the identity question. What is hidden is often more potent.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><b><u><span lang="EN-GB">TNS:</span></u></b><u><span lang="EN-GB"> How would you compare Indian and Pakistan identities?<o:p></o:p></span></u></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><b><span lang="EN-GB">FV:</span></b><span lang="EN-GB"> I called Pakistan an amputated nation; some would see it as trashing. I see it with anguish. Therefore Pakistan, as I believe and several people there do, is restructuring its identity to deny its roots. This is a tough call. The Indian identity is about the memory of what has been taken away. India does act like Big Brother, but it is surprisingly insecure about the loss. The constant sloganeering about 'India Shining' is really an attempt to gloss over that.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><b><u><span lang="EN-GB">TNS:</span></u></b><u><span lang="EN-GB"> The current struggle for democracy in Pakistan is generally seen as an intellectual one. Do intellectuals and civil society feel trapped in the milieu that has shaped the country?<o:p></o:p></span></u></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><b><span lang="EN-GB">FV:</span></b><span lang="EN-GB"> The intellectuals are not of one stripe, as they ought not to be, so there are differing versions of democracy. An Ahmed Faraz has a vastly different take from a Sheema Kirmani. Faraz is attached to his passport, Sheema does not even believe in the concept of nationalism. The section on dissenters was mainly to question them about the Pakistani identity and many felt there was none. I would like to add here that it is easy to term liberals dissenters, but I have included the Jamia Hafsa women because in many ways they set the tone of the current crisis of rebelling against the system. I find this most interesting because in an Islamic society you have bunch of Muslims, women at that, going around with sticks. We really need to broaden our way of looking at the idea of dissent.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><b><u><span lang="EN-GB">TNS:</span></u></b><u><span lang="EN-GB"> What kind of India lives in the public memory of Pakistan?<o:p></o:p></span></u></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><b><span lang="EN-GB">FV:</span></b><span lang="EN-GB"> The India they can still conquer! Besides Indian films and soaps, Pakistanis think India is a Hindu nation. Perhaps they are trying to justify their Islamic nation call. This was my major grouse as an Indian Muslim.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><b><u><span lang="EN-GB">TNS:</span></u></b><u><span lang="EN-GB"> Your interaction with gays and minorities is interesting. How do they cope in the supposedly harsh Islamist settings?<o:p></o:p></span></u></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><b><span lang="EN-GB">FV:</span></b><span lang="EN-GB"> The gays are doing fine as long as they stick to their groups. Let us not forget that homosexuality is illegal in India; in Pakistan, there is no such law. It is against sodomy. So you can feel up a guy and no law can do a thing, unless someone is there to watch you in the act. The more touching aspect is about gay women, and they do exist. Religious minorities have their own problems, but they have found canny ways to deal with it. Say 'Allah Hafiz' and all is well with the world.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><b><u><span lang="EN-GB">TNS:</span></u></b><u><span lang="EN-GB"> Your book is wanting for any interactions with Islamists. Why didn't you try to meet any?<o:p></o:p></span></u></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><b><span lang="EN-GB">FV:</span></b><span lang="EN-GB"> If by Islamist you mean the totems that have made it their vocation, then no, I did not attempt to meet any. The very idea about debunking stereotypes is to first understand them. My understanding is being an Islamist is not a profession. Therefore, if you look carefully there are traces of all the types you mentioned. I cannot identify some for obvious reasons. For me the genesis is more important, and I found it in the person who joined the Tablighi movement or the atheist who completely changed. What prompts those changes? That leaves more room for exploration.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><b><u><span lang="EN-GB">TNS: </span></u></b><u><span lang="EN-GB">Is there any difference in pre- and post-9/11 Pakistan?<o:p></o:p></span></u></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><b><span lang="EN-GB">FV:</span></b><span lang="EN-GB"> If there is anything that should tell Pakistan that it is not an Arab country, it is this. Before 9/11, the bookshop owner in Peshawar was not enthusiastic about selling Osama's biography to me. Post-9/11, Osama was lionised with posters everywhere. And in 2007, when I last visited Pakistan, his posters were peeling and no one cared for him. But anti-Americanism is perhaps more prominent as indeed are American accents. A society full of contradictions...<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><b><u><span lang="EN-GB">TNS:</span></u></b><u><span lang="EN-GB"> As Indian Muslim, how different did you feel from the cousins of your extended family in Pakistan?<o:p></o:p></span></u></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><b><span lang="EN-GB">FV:</span></b><span lang="EN-GB"> Completely different. Mainly because unlike the pre-1947 elders, like my mother here and aunt there, we do not share any memories. And memories make all the difference.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB">* * *<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB">BOOK REVIEW <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="http://jang.com.pk/thenews/jul2008-weekly/nos-06-07-2008/pol1.htm#8" style="color: #cc0000;">A confrontation with stereotypes</a><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB">Story of an "emotional mulatto"<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB">A Journey Interrupted: Being Indian in Pakistan<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB">Author: Farzana Versey<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB">Publisher: Harper Collins India<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB">Price: 295 Indian rupees<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB">Pages 279<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB">Being a Muslim in India is a tough job. Threatened and terrorised by a growing number of Hindu militant extremists, and constantly looked at with suspicion and treated with a certain degree of caution, the Muslims are believed to harbour a certain desire to separate from the union and create a country of their own a la Pakistan, which a modernist Jinnah created but has since been usurped by the dubious Islamist agenda. The suspicion is so institutionalised that the Muslims are hardly represented in the country's million-plus armed forces.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB">This suspicion turns into contempt when an Indian Muslim travels to Pakistan. In the popular Pakistani imagination, India is a country of Hindus and if at all there are any Muslims, they are seen as infidels. Farzana Versey's encounters in Pakistan are replete with her confrontations with such stereotypes. However, as her expedition of exploration furthers, she finds fascinating contours of a human society with diametric contradictions where 'personal becomes political'. Reading her account in the book under review it seems that the Indian Muslims face more suspicion in Pakistan, because they are not treated on par with the Indian Hindus in the country that is supposedly Muslim.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB">In A Journey Interrupted: Being Indian in Pakistan, Farzana Versey weaves a collage of her experiences that she acquired during her four visits to Pakistan in six years -- a journey of exploration with continuous negotiations and constant reconciliation with her own identity of an Indian Muslim woman. "When I was on the soil of the land of the pure, my impurity struck me. I was the emotional mulatto," she writes. She travels through the cities of Karachi, Islamabad, Lahore and Peshawar and meets a vast array of people -- common tea-sellers, prostitutes, actors, poets and retired army men -- to find out strange and contrasting factors of the Pakistani identity, if at all there is one.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB">Despite dancing to the tunes of Bollywood films and replacing the peeling posters of bin Laden with the likes of Shah Rukh Khan, being anti-Indian is an important part of the Pakistani identity. Kashmir fits perfectly in that quest for a national narrative that has been interrupted by army dictatorships, political mismanagement and Islamist Jihadism. In order to sustain the rationale of a struggling identity, Farzana Versey writes, "every few years Pakistan writes a new fiction". The book is "about Pakistan, but it is also about India. It is about Them and Us, Her/Him and Me," she contends.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB">Though not a 'conventional' travelogue, A Journey Interrupted: Being Indian in Pakistan could not escape the trap of Kashmir -- the place that defines the 'convention' between India and Pakistan. "Kashmir was like a shadow tailing me," the author told this scribe. The reason is simple, she adds, "the Pakistani interest in India is centred on Kashmir. Not the Kashmiri people, mind you, but Kashmir as real estate, as a brownie point. And this will continue to be a hotbed, because the most important thing is that this one state keeps the armies of both countries occupied."<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB">Farzana Versey terms the ongoing peace process "designer process", observing that "political peace is impossible and will never happen." She describes her observation as "freedom from delusion", but adds, "it would suffice if the ordinary people kept up a semblance of civility and left politicians out of the peace process. When you want to sup with your neighbour you do not seek the permission of the landlord, do you?" The book under review is written primarily from an Indian Muslim perspective, which subtly tries to debunk a few stereotypes that exist about both Pakistanis and the Indian Muslim 'affiliation', a cause to which both the Hindu militants in India and the Islamist extremists in Pakistan are wedded.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB">As India and Pakistan are trying to overcome the legacy of Partition and build new bridges, Farzana Versey -- while watching from the Pakistani side of border at Wagah -- feels unsettled by the "unsheathed anger and the charade of candle-lit peace", and finds proximity and not the distance "disturbing". A wonderfully written account, the author uses terse language in effective idiom, imagery and poetic observation. In these times of political and social unrest in Pakistan, this is a timely book -- one that delves into the Pakistani mind and traces the chasms in its recent history.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://jang.com.pk/thenews/jul2008-weekly/nos-06-07-2008/images/Pol7a7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://jang.com.pk/thenews/jul2008-weekly/nos-06-07-2008/images/Pol7a7.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB">- Murtaza Shibli</span></div></div>Farzana Verseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891229615361937135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533910047538112294.post-91940840797193037672008-06-25T19:14:00.005+05:302008-09-28T09:49:10.013+05:30Snippets from a few reviews<a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiisB3xwg9NpiKsw3B0os0IDeYcCIJgFd_GZwDUY-V_fHJl0WoKjvDNj6OhcRXVC767xLHsRqM4ms8me-vKGAgtNVn8085zegn20VXJR_IRMeeVXMvmDbu7lqix2I5XA84e6dU8xUpdpHI/s1600-h/FV+%28IT%29+Jun3008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiisB3xwg9NpiKsw3B0os0IDeYcCIJgFd_GZwDUY-V_fHJl0WoKjvDNj6OhcRXVC767xLHsRqM4ms8me-vKGAgtNVn8085zegn20VXJR_IRMeeVXMvmDbu7lqix2I5XA84e6dU8xUpdpHI/s320/FV+%28IT%29+Jun3008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215816809802929170" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><u style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Crossing the divide</span><o:p style="font-weight: bold;"></o:p></span></u><br /><u style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://indiatoday.digitaltoday.in/index.php?option=com_content&Itemid=1&task=view&id=10086&sectionid=25&issueid=59&latn=2">India Today</a><o:p></o:p></span></u></div> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><br /><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p>It’s a troubling journey into a complex society trapped between western liberalism and radical Islam, where distortions about India and Indian Muslims dominate most conversations.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB">Despite its imperfections—a jerky, disjointed narrative and long passages of recorded history—this is an interesting book, made so by the searching questions she asks her protagonists and gets asked in return.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB">It reads like a heated debate, on theology, diplomacy, perceptions, the Muslim identity and radicalism, democracy and dictatorship and cultural cross currents.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB">Versey terms the CBMs as “designer peace” and concludes that real peace will never come: being anti-Indian is a crucial component of the Pakistan identity despite their obsession with Bollywood films and Indian television soaps.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB">She writes with anguish and pessimism, a journey into hearts of</span><span lang="EN-GB"> darkness with no light at the end of that distorted prism, mainly because as she astutely observes, “every few years Pakistan writes a new fiction” to keep the embers alive.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p><br /></o:p></span></p> <p style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span><u><span lang="EN-GB">An Indian Muslim in Pakistan<o:p></o:p><br /><a href="http://www.dnaindia.com/report.asp?newsid=1172666">DNA</a> <o:p></o:p></span></u></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB">The trouble with A Journey Interrupted is that it is a difficult book to get through, largely</span><span lang="EN-GB"> because of the writer’s tendency to lapse into florid description. Pakistani dancer Sheema Kirmani, for instance, enters the pages “like a story waiting to be told.” Her exit is equally dramatic: “I left her alone. Her eyes flashed embers.” This is pretty much the tone for most of the book, and while it makes for good drama, it is exhausting to read at length, and makes the characters seem less real.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB">Versey is much better when she leavens all that intensity with some humour, as when she describes a TV actress repeatedly muffing her one-line dialogue (‘Nahin!’).<span style=""> </span>Her reflections on the complex relationship between Indian Muslims and Pakistan and the questions her travels raised about her own faith and feelings for her country are interesting and almost painfully honest.</span></p> <p style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p><br /></o:p></span></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span><u><span lang="EN-GB">Across the divide</span></u><u><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p></o:p></span></u><u><span lang="EN-GB"><a href="http://www.mailtoday.in/epapermain.aspx?queryed=9&eddate=6/22/2008#"><br />The Mail Today</a><o:p></o:p></span></u></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB">WHAT makes an Indian woman undertake four trips to Pakistan in a span of six years? No, it wasn’t with a book in mind — Farzana Versey, the author of A Journey Interrupted, Being Indian In Pakistan , clarifies that at the outset. It also wasn’t “… to fin</span><span lang="EN-GB">d herself,” as someone at a well- heeled party in Mumbai quipped when Versey was away in Pakistan. It’s only when one grows with the book does one realise that the trips could not be summed up in a single- line answer. The visits contained too much and revealed too much, both about India and Pakistan, to be summed up as a definite answer.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB">As you start with Versey on her quaint trips across the Radcliffe Line, you realise that Pakistan may be just next door, but it is one of the longest distances that an Indian can travel in a lifetime. The journey, once begun, becomes yours. And as an Indian reader, you also start realising what is India — after all, it’s only when our country is juxtaposed with Pakistan that we realise what makes us ‘ us’ and them, well, ‘ them.’ </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB">Versey recounts experiences of each of her trips with vivid details and they are enmeshed with vignettes about Pakistan, both from immediate past and even remote past</span><span lang="EN-GB">. So, as you read along, you realise that you are peeling off layers from the present day face of the country and gradually understanding how its past since August 14, 1947 has shaped up its present. It may be old wine in new bottle for Pakistan observers who are as old as the two neighbours of the subcontinent, or maybe even older, but for those who came in too late to be affected fatally by the events of 1947, 1965 and even 1971, it is definitely an interesting read. For instance, in two pithy pages, she sums up the transformation of Zulfikar Ali Bhutto from being the man, “… who asked Yahya to arrest Mujib ( ur- Rehman, in East Pakistan). It was a matter of time, before he became the leader.” She ends the run on the topic with Zia- ul- Haq taking charge of the country and Bhutto being sentenced to death by a Lahore court. She writes, “ As the noose went around his neck and the world stood shaken, Brutu</span><span lang="EN-GB">s transformed into Caesar.” </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p><u>Sahara Times</u></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wQHk2TiyG3A/SGJONWN7M8I/AAAAAAAAAp0/uf6UxzBL3Jc/s1600-h/FV+%28SHT%29+Jun2808.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_wQHk2TiyG3A/SGJONWN7M8I/AAAAAAAAAp0/uf6UxzBL3Jc/s400/FV+%28SHT%29+Jun2808.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215817309657707458" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>Farzana Verseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891229615361937135noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5533910047538112294.post-7207639194729075852008-06-25T19:04:00.002+05:302008-06-25T19:09:18.812+05:30The Book<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.harpercollins.co.in/Book_CoverImage/1895_Full_REF.-LAYOUT1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.harpercollins.co.in/Book_CoverImage/1895_Full_REF.-LAYOUT1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /> <p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The back-jacket blurb</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">'You need to be deported,' said the retired army general. What follows is not deportation but the beginning of an exploration. An exploration that is nuanced by the identity of the narrator: an Indian Muslim woman travelling alone in a space notoriously difficult to negotiate, vis-a-vis its history and politics.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">From travelling in the cockpit of the PIA aircraft to having the door shut in her face by a born-again nationalist to attending parties in perfumed salons to examining the minorities; from being treated as a philistine to engaging in enlivening conversations with those who had to pay the price for dissent, the author attempts to understand what it means to live in Pakistan today.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">In the course of her journey, at times interrupted, through the cities of Karachi, Islamabad, Lahore and Peshawar, Farzana Versey finds herself struggling with her own identity 'When I was on the soil of the land of the pure, my impurity struck me. I was the emotional mulatto,' she writes.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">A Journey Interrupted is not your conventional travelogue. In the vignettes the author weaves together, of living and travelling in a complex society, the personal becomes the political. And the picture that emerges is of a changing nation with a unique mix of religious tradition and barely-in-check liberalism. In these times of political and social unrest in Pakistan, this is a timely book – one that delves into the Pakistani mind and traces the chasms in its recent history.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">- - -<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Contents</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Acknowledgements<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Prologue<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">The Indian Question – A Beginning<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Section A: Cities, ruins, resurrection<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">1. Vestiges of Valhalla<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">2. Where phantoms walk<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">3. The haunted, the hunted<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">4. The First Frontier<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Section B: Inside Outside<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">5. The Kafir Mussalman and the Confused Muslim<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">6. The Marginals<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">7. Changing faces, Static Masks<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">8. Dissent and Defence<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">9. Birth of a nationalist mullah<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">10. Soliloquists in a swarm<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">11. Falcons in the desert<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Section C: The Pakistani Question<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">12. Jinnah to Jihad<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">13. Requiem<o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB">Epilogue</span></p>Farzana Verseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06891229615361937135noreply@blogger.com