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Zulfikar Ali Bhutto Recollections and Remembrances Foreword

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were buying the series of “Scarlet Tonga” books.<br />

One week-end we spent with the Deputy Commissioner of Kh<strong>and</strong>ala Mr. Parpia.<br />

The Parpias took us walking to Echo Point as it got dark we started our walk back.<br />

We all thought we knew the way but Kh<strong>and</strong>ala is a hill-station surrounded by<br />

thick tall trees <strong>and</strong> many turns into various lanes Zulfi <strong>and</strong> my little sister Benazir<br />

were walking ahead of us suddenly we lost sight of them. Mother panicked but<br />

Parpias said they must have reached. They were not home, at this the Parpias also<br />

got worried but assured mother search parties were being sent after then, mean<br />

while we were nervous. An hour later they were found they had taken the tong<br />

route which brought them to the bazaar. Mr. Parpia asked Zulfi. “Did you get<br />

afraid? The woods are thick <strong>and</strong> some monkeys come on the road.” He replied<br />

that he was not as such in a crises. He remembered mother calling to Pir Dastagir<br />

<strong>and</strong> he did the same. Mumtaz <strong>and</strong> I went to Bombay for our Christmas holidays.<br />

Zulfi took us to his favorite shops. It was the time of the British Raj. The shops<br />

were stocked with so many things. Large variety of all sizes of chocolate <strong>and</strong><br />

biscuits tins, toys, the best were the Christmas stockings like treasure-chests filled<br />

with balloons, masks <strong>and</strong> little things.<br />

Zulfi’s favorite story was Hiawatha which he was never tired of hearing it from<br />

Mumtaz. She also read him the Scarlet Pimpernel stories.<br />

When Sindh was separated from Bombay we returned to Karachi. In Karachi we<br />

all went to day school. We lived on Club Road <strong>and</strong> our house was called Hordley<br />

House. The house is still there. I have visited it on several occasions <strong>and</strong> each time<br />

the years roll back reminding of me our happy, stay there.<br />

We again returned to Bombay. Father had served Sindh with dedication. His<br />

contribution was recognised for he never lost any election except the last one. He<br />

decided to serve Sindh as Sindh’s representative in The Public Service<br />

Commission.<br />

Zulfi was now in the Cathedral High School <strong>and</strong> cricket had become his<br />

obsession. He played in the junior team <strong>and</strong> later in the senior team. He was an<br />

ardent fan of the well known cricketers of the time. Kardar <strong>and</strong> Amarnat but his<br />

favorite was Mushtaq <strong>Ali</strong>. There was a wide age-gap but he still befriended them.<br />

One of Zulfi’s school friends Omar Kureshi who remained a friend to the end<br />

lived in Dhanraj Mahal. It was the meeting place of cricketers <strong>and</strong> other<br />

sportsmen. Zulfi spent many evenings there.<br />

In his final year of school he got very attached to a girl named Suriya. He phoned<br />

her every day at a certain time <strong>and</strong> asked me to continue phoning when he left<br />

for the States to join Berkeley college. He was keen to marry her but somehow it<br />

did not work out.<br />

<strong>Zulfikar</strong> <strong>Ali</strong> <strong>Bhutto</strong>, <strong>Recollections</strong> <strong>and</strong> <strong>Remembrances</strong>; Copyright © www.bhutto.org<br />

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