I was walking down Sadar near the Karachi Book Stall, a shop that was very popular for us when we were at school. It was very near where the tram used to stop when we wanted to save a bit of money.
Good money, believe me :)
The bus fare from Guru Mandir was an Anna (= 4 old Pice) to this place and the tram was 3 Pice from Soldier Bazaar. My house was halfway, so I could take either transport. You saved a whole Pice and after 4 days you had an Anna to buy a thanda paan (kept on ice!!!) at the Bohri Bazaar shop not far from here. That was Farzandaané Ali Kulfi Vaala! Very near the Umar Farooq Gate to a Bohri Bazaar Market.
It was a time when Shias and Sunnis could laugh off as friends and tease each other. I remember going to Bohri Bazaar once with Nasir Zaidi and Kavish Umar. Nasir said "Yaar yeh tumhaaray Khalifa market mayñ kyooñ aa gaé?" ... and Kavish shot back, saying, "Bhai, jab Farzandaané Ali kulfi aor paan baich rahayñ hoñ to vo kyaa kartay!"
was a stamp of my grandmother's name.
Mahjamal Phupi's father, Sarwar Ali Kidvai, had left for London in 1924 and lived on a house almost opposite Richmond Park. My father met with him when he was a student in UK and I visited him often. In 1971 Nuzhat & I went to see him and took a cassette-player and a tape of his favorite singer Ustaad Abdul Fayyaz Khan (transferred from my 78s) for him. He was thrilled. He said, "I always used to wake up and have Fayyaz's Bhaeraveeñ Thümri playing on my gramophone." He then took me to a corner and said, "Here are some of my books. None of my grandchildren read anything. Take this one that I want you to have — and anything else you want." I took 3 other books, too, but was totally in love with what he had decided to give me. The this he mentioned was Atiya Faizi's work, Sangit of India, given to him by her. I treasure it so much. It has enough anecdotes and stories to keep me reading bits again and again. A post on that will come soon.
Here's the first page from Huzoor Amma.