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Growing Up
1. What is Bhopal like?
The country is a little bit hilly, if you've been to Portugal, ups and downs and
rivers, plenty of water, plenty of greenery. Beautiful jungles, lots of wild animals.
Our lives were more a country life.
We had 88% Hindus and 12% Muslims, no feelings at all, never a single riot,
never a single killing. There was no difference. The Prime Minister was a Hindu.
For Eid, the first tray of Sehri, it used to be sent by the Hindus to the mosques.
We used to go to their Holi and Dassera and all their functions. We used to be
drenched in rang [colors] and gowar [grains] and we used to enjoy it thoroughly.
Nawab Qudsia Begum, the first women ruler [from 1819-1837], was illiterate
and uneducated, to the extent that she couldn't even sign her name. At the age of
18, her husband was assassinated, and she had a 2 year-old girl. She suddenly
took it on herself that this girl was the rightful heir and successor and declared the
child to be the future ruler. Then she challenged all the male members of her
family to overturn her decision. No one dared.
That's how she ruled, until this child, Sikander Begum, became of age. She also
never observed purdah [wore a veil]. She was trained in all the martial arts, she
fought many battles. After she died, again there was only one girl, so she too was
brought up without purdah.
I used to get stubborn. I used to sit there, crying, not saying a word. When I saw
my sisters going out for riding or to other lessons which I enjoyed better than the
Quran, I used to get in a sulking mood. I would sit there and Sarkar Amman
would keep on beating me and pulling my ears and pulling my hair, trying to
make me say something. I wouldn't, I would sit there weeping until it was 11
o'clock, lunch time.
After lunch came compulsory rest in the afternoon in Sarkar Amman's presence.
You had to lie down, close your eyes, and then start the Quran all over again at
two o'clock. From two until six, seven, eight it was the same story. I sulking,
being beaten and not saying a word.
Once the Quran was finished [memorized], when I was six, then the literal
translation was started. That was finished before I was eight.
Because I was Sarkar Amman's favorite, I had a Muslim nurse named Khalu.
Then came my second sister Sajida, who had Marie, a Germaness who had
accompanied Sarkar Amman to England in 1911. Since 1911, until the time Marie
died in 1949, she never left Bhopal. Then there was a Mrs. Burke, an Irish nurse
who had been taken from St. George's Hospital, Bombay because my youngest
sister, Rabu, was very ill.
Marie was herself a second Sarkar Amman. What she didn't know about the
Quran was not worth knowing. She read all the translations, she studied it, and yet
she was a Roman Catholic, a good Catholic. So was Maima [Mrs. Burke].
Very strangely, when they joined Bhopal Service, Marie was a widow, Khalu
was a widow and Marie never got married. They were free and lived a similar life
to my mother, almost in purdah. The whole palace was walled, big area, lots of
space, but no men allowed. They didn't miss life with men. In fact, they became
so shy that if a man ever spoke to them or came near them, they felt just as
embarrassed as a Muslim purdah lady, and they didn't like it. It was Sarkar
Amman's Palace, where everything was done by women.
But Maima never forgave Marie for not going to the concentration camp and for
being a German. They fought over it all the time, it was on principle only. Then
they used to sit and laugh over it. And Khalu was against both of them, because
they were not Muslim.
Well, I don't know. There was a very strict atmosphere in that we were not
allowed to realize that we were something different from another person.
Friday was our holiday. Friday we had to sweep the floors with our own jaru
[broom], we had to make our own beds and doing the beds did not mean like
doing the beds in the Western countries, tucking things in. We slept outside. It
mean rolling up the gaddas, and taking the bedding where it should be. We had to
do our own shoes. We had to cook. She [Sarkar Amman] came and inspected.
Even the bathrooms we had to wash. That was also the day for sewing lessons.
The bandmaster came and taught the harmonium. Then the sitar master. It was
supposed to be our holiday, but we were at it all the time.
We were not allowed to feel that we were in any way different to other people,
and we girls were not allowed to feel any inferiority on account of our sex.
Everything was equal. We had all the freedom that a boy had, we could ride,
climb trees, play any game we chose to play, hockey, football, tennis, anything.
There were no restrictions. I think there was a lot of British influence in it. The
Political-Agent, the I.G. [Inspector-General] Police, were English, our
Governesses were Englishwomen. It was all very broad-minded.
I learned to drive when I was eight. I couldn't reach the pedals. I had ten cushions
behind and under me. Cars in those days used to be heavy. My grandmother used
a Diamler. I preferred the forty or fifty horsepower Rolls-Royce. I mean, it had a
huge radiator, huge bonnets. The cars couldn't be turned in small place. My
uncles used to get hysterical about it and say our mothers life is very valuable and
you shouldn't be doing all this, but my grandmother took no notice. She said you
take care of your own children.
My uncles had a different attitude. They had sons, they didn't do anything. They
didn't ride, they didn't play hockey, my own cousins. They were brought up like
Princes, we were brought up like ordinary people. You see, my father was not in
the line of succession. After the two eldest sons died, then he came in. For the
first ten years, we were ordinary people except that we were living and being
brought up by my grandmother, who was the ruler.
All she wanted was to have a proper balance between the West and the East,
between Islam and between the Western freedoms. And I think she achieved her
objective, as far as I am concerned. I am not narrow-minded. At the same time I
perform my religious duties. That is all due to Sarkar Amman. Whatever good
that you can see in me, my thinking, my actions, my activities, are all due to the
early influence of Sarkar Amman.
I am very grateful to her, although then I used to resent it, and I used to feel very
hurt and be angry with my grandmother for being so harsh with me, but now I
realize what a big favor she has done to me.
The first woman ruler, Nawab Qudsia Begum, had a routine every evening after
asr [evening] prayers. She would sit under that khirni tree, which is still in Bhopal
today, in front of her palace. She would meet the people and allow them the
opportunity to let her know what was happening. No one was stopped. Her
daughter, Nawab Sikander Begum, and Nawab Qudsia Begum, they used to go
out some nights, they would dress simply, they went around places, listening to
what people thought of them. They had a password to reenter the palace.
One night Nawab Sikander Begum forgot the password. It was early hours in the
morning and she came dressed like a beggar woman. She told the security guard
to let her in. He said 'ja, ja, burri, tu qidar jarahee ho iss waqt?" [Go away, old
lady, where are you going at this time?] She argued and argued, but he would
have nothing of it. He didn't recognize her. He made her sit in the porch. When
day broke and the officers and people came and she was recognized, people
though that his poor man will be sent to jail or his head would be cut off.
It is said that he came trembling. And his officer even said "Tum nay kya kiya,
tum Sarkar ko naheen paichantay?" [What have you done? You didn't recognize
Sarkar?] He said how can I recognize Sarkar when she is dressed like a beggar
and has a bowl in her hand?
She didn't observe purdah. Never. Anyway, this person arrived at the darbar
trembling and thinking that something dreadul is going to happen too him.
She put on a very stern look and said "What happened last night? Why did you
not let me in?"
"Your Highness, you didn't know the password, I was on duty and I didn't
recognize you."
He got a jagir [a land grant] which his descendants still enjoy, and he was
thoroughly rewarded and she told him that he had done his duty very well and
that she was very satisfied and she hoped that he would do the same thing again.
You see, these are the things that matter.
The British
6. What was your first visit to England like [in 1926]?
[Sarkar Amman had gone to Britain to plead that her third son, Prince
Hamidullah, be made the heir apparent after the death of her first two sons, not
the eldest son of the first son, as was British law. Her case had been rejected in
India, and then by the highest tribunal, the Privy Council, in London. In her
memoirs, Princess Abida describes how Sarkar Amman managed to get a final
meeting with the King, who refused to overturn the Privy Council's decision until
she fainted in front of him, which so alarmed the King that he reversed the
decision.]
When we reached - where was it, Dover, I can't remember exactly where we
disembarked - for the first time I saw movie cameras and still cameras and
photographers, all these people ganged up together. The band and some British
officials dressed in their formal dresses were standing and waiting for us to arrive.
My father was very proud of his service with the Prince of Wales as his ADC
[aide-de-camp] and he had arranged everything on similar lines, with ADCs, with
uniforms and all that with which we were not very familiar. Sarkar Amman was
very, very simple, she didn't believe in this show. There were six ADCs, two in
the front and four in the back. We were supposed to first collect on the deck and
proceed towards the crowd that was waiting to receive us.
The procession started. We had taken a few steps when suddenly Sarkar Amman
turned around to Rahmanullah Khan. Now Rahmanullah Khan didn't know a
word of English, he was the kamdar [ valet ] of my father who was stuffed into an
ADCs uniform, with tight trousers all white and blue and gold.
Sarkar Amman turned around and said: "Meera aachaar kahan hain?" Where are
my aachaars [pickles]? So Rahmanullah Khan, who was absolutely scared of
Sarkar Amman like everyone else was, got quite nervous. He said Sarkar, they are
quite safe, they are following us. She said no, I said that they would have to go in
my car.
My father got embarrassed. The procession had stopped. The bandmaster was
standing with his hands raised up with the baton waiting for us to reach a certain
specified spot where the Bhopal national anthem would be played, and the guns
would start booming. We had stopped in the middle of it.
My father came rushing up and broke the ADC line and everything and said
"Sarkar, Sarkar it is very embarrassing. Please proceed and your aachaars will be
delivered with the private secretary Mr. Wali Mohammad."
Sarkar would have nothing of it. She said "Naheen, aachaar meeray sath
jaingay." [They will go in my car.] So my father turned around to Rahmanullah
Khan and said for God's sake get them somehow from the cabin. Rahmanullah
Khan ran down to the cabin, and caught hold of the First Steward and asked him
to pick up the box of aachaars. When the steward picked it up, he naturally turned
it upside down and put it on is head and turned to walk behind Rahmanullah Khan
to deliver them. All this was being filmed by the British photographers.
The boxes with aachaars arrived and the procession started moving again.
We had moved two or three steps more when the steward felt something
trickling down his face. He touched it and he smelt it and he turned around to
Rahmanullah Khan and he said "What it is?"
Rahmanullah Khan, realized that the aachaar box had been turned upside down
and some of the aachaar oils were trickling down his beautiful white uniform was
all soiled red and yellow with all the aachaar masalas [spices] and everything
trickling down and the special smell of aachaars with which the steward was not -
he was a European, he was not at all familiar with this.
And Rahmanullah Khan did not know what to say because he didn't know
English. He started to laugh.
This steward thought that this is not a very good joke. He thought he was
laughing at him. So he got so angry that he threw the box on the deck and gave it
a good hefty kick. The box started rolling down the gangway, and Sarkar Amman
stood there absolutely aghast that all her beautiful aachaars, and the box and
everything was rolling in front of her and eventually he kicked it into the sea. And
that was the end of the aachaars.
So we still had to travel, but without the aachaars. I think my father was most
disturbed with this incident, because he thought all of his beautiful show with his
ADCs and all that had been destroyed.
My father was so keen on polo, he was one of the best polo players in India, he
had a good team, so he went to play polo for the polo season: Bombay, Calcutta,
Delhi, these were the three main championships that he took part in. Sarkar
Amman and all of us used to be there.
But she watched the polo match, and then the three of us [sisters] - we were
small - - and we were presented to the Prince of Wales, and I was very
disappointed that he only gave us one chocolate each. He picked up a chocolate
from the table and gave one chocolate each. We were expecting to get a little
more from the Prince of Wales.
He came actually to shoot tigers. Each and every member of his staff got a tiger
or two, and the Prince of Wales didn't even get one, he didn't even see one. Just
poor luck.
I walked into the Saturday Club and said I want to become a member. They were
shocked. When the Club people told me that I couldn't become a member because
I was black, I was shocked. What nonsense. By then these things were kept at a
very low level and you only came across them by accidents like this. Maybe if I
had gone through the proper channels I would never have discovered this law.
Maybe they would have accepted me like they accepted many others. They were
sort of slowly getting more sensible.
I have never been through a great agony in my life. I had to put on the burqah
and I had to follow my mother and my grandmother in the procession and get
down in Bombay.
One fine day my grandmother was driving to some place and I was driving my
own car without burqah or anything after a polo game. She got hysterical. What a
tantrum she went into. She started crying and screaming. She sent for my father.
At that time she also felt that because she was no longer the ruler, her orders
were not being followed. My father came down and after several days my father
was able to get around her and said that he preferred his daughters to remain out
of purdah and that my grandmother should also give purdah. And she also gave it
up. The excuse she found was that she was now beyond the age where purdah was
necessary for her. Then my mother was released from purdah. Before that I used
to have to be the hostess and sit with the Viceroy and attend and all the lunches
and dinners. But after a couple of years she took it off and I was very happy I was
relieved of this. I hated all these official functions, bows and all these protocols, I
couldn't stand it. I was very happy.
No, my grandmother had died. When the Round Table conference started my
father was the ruler and he was there in his own rights.
I remember having met Mr. Motilal Nehru whom I fell in love with immediately.
He was such a sweet person and he was also going to the Round Table
Conference. I remember meeting nearly all the people.
The only person that was untouchable was Mr. Jinnah and his sister, Miss Jinnah.
They were so austere that I never had the courage to go and talk to him.
The atmosphere was very friendly. There was no sort of prejudice, there was no
bias.
Was there a lot of hope that solution to the Hindu-Muslim problem could be
found at the conference?
There was quite a lot of hope in that period. In fact, people didn't think that the
British would ever leave. They though some sort of a formula would be found to
give representation to Hindus and Muslims which would satisfy everyone. The
British would still say on and sort of supervise the whole thing, conducting and
teaching democracy. Muslims and Hindus have never had democracy. It's no use
pretending. They have never had any experience of democracy. The only
experience they had was the few years when the British started giving
representation to the common people.
12. You once said you didn't trust Mr. Gandhi. Why?
I don't know why. Certain things happen to me instinctively. I can't explain them.
There are certain people I take to immediately, and certain people that I become
allergic to on first sight. And one of them, unfortunately, was Mr. Gandhi.
I didn't take to Mr. Gandhi. I thought he was not sincere with the Muslims. Lots
of people don't agree with me, most people don't agree with me, but that is my
own reaction. I never took him to be serious about what he said for the Muslims.
I met Mr. Gandhi on the ship going for the Round Table Conference. The whole
3rd class deck was cleared because Mr. Gandhi was traveling 3rd class. The 3rd
class passengers were all in the hold with small stoves, cooking their food in
there, where they had no fresh air and no fans. The heat of the Red Sea in that
period could have killed anyone on the top deck. And there was Mr. Gandhi
sitting with his goat and there were these photographs and journalists and
newspaper people taking photographs, showing Mr. Gandhi traveling to England
3rd class. I thought why couldn't Mr. Gandhi share the deck with them? Why was
his goat so important? Things like that I couldn't swallow.
Did you meet Patel? [Sardar Villabhbhai Patel, with Gandhi and Nehru one
of the main Congress Party leaders]?
13. If Jinnah had died in 1946, would there have been a Pakistan?
I don't think there would have been a division. There wouldn't have been a
Pakistan. Because you see, he was so terribly honest, that he could stand on his
demands.
Other people were not honest. Most politicians are not honest at all. Their word
is not to be believed. But Mr. Jinnah said what he meant. He was very honest,
very straight.
But there was a big age gap between Mr. Jinnah and me, he was much older than
my father even. When he came to Bhopal he came on business, once or twice he
came for a case he was fighting before he was the leader for Pakistan. I got scared
of him. He wasn't a person that you could talk to or that you could become free
with. He sort of kept you a distance.
When we were on the boat together going to the Round Table Conference, Mrs.
Naidu was very pleasant. The contrast between Mr. Jinnah and her, I mean there
was this age difference between her and us also. But she was quite different, very
jolly, happy. I felt scared of him.
14. Some say Sarojini Naidu was in love with Jinnah. She once sent him a
picture in his family albums at the National Archives in Islamabad . . ..
Not at all. These people were advanced, progressive and they were in the
company of men. Such gestures did not mean anything more than what is said.
She was a delightful person. My grandmother used to call Mrs. Naidu her
daughter, she adopted her. Mrs. Naidu used to spend months in Bhopal, so we got
to know her very well. She was a very charming, very sweet person, She was not
at all the type of woman who would flirt and have eyes on Mr. Jinnah or anything.
I don't think so.
15. What did you think of Fatima Jinnah [Mr. Jinnah's sister and closest
associate]?
She was very much like her brother. That is why I went rushing around
campaigning for her when she stood for elections against [Pakistani President and
General] Ayub Khan [in 1965]. I became very friendly and was very close to her.
People say why? I said I was looking for an honest person, someone I could trust.
She was very honest. She was a very courageous lady. Our functions were at
night. After Miss Jinnah arrived, five minutes later the lights would be cut off off,
the shamiana [tent] ropes cut, stones would come in from all sides. That was a
daily business. But would that lady budge from her seat? The whole place would
be empty and only Miss Jinnah would be sitting there. The other leaders
surrounding Miss Jinnah, they all ran, leaving her there. I admired her for that.
She used to say, "Yahaan maro, main naheen bhagti houn." [Throw them here, I
am not moving]. An old lady at her age showing so much courage. I saw it with
my own eyes. How could I not admire her? People like that, it is an honor to
follow.
But she would not have been successful. If she had won, she would not have
been successful with the administration because they were all against her, because
she was a woman. Those that are fighting with her were secretly against her.
16. Why did Pakistan come to be in the first place? [In 1947, British India
was divided into two countries, India and Pakistan. The eastern half of
Pakistan became a third country, Bangladesh, in 1971.]
Pakistan came into being because of the prejudices of the majority community
[the Hindus, the religion of the vast majority of people in British India]. When
you have a democracy which is normal you don't think on linguistic lines, and
ethnic lines and religious lines and all these things, you just think about a secular
democracy and everyone there is equal or should be equal. Whereas when you
think of democracy which is based upon some religious belief, it is a negation of
democracy. Democracy has to be secular or not at all.
If the Hindus had been a little more patient, a little more diplomatic and not
hurried with all those Hindu-oriented reforms [when took over a number of State
Governments between 1937-39 after limited elections]. When the British were
there was no Muslim-Hindu feeling, there was in some places, but the educated
class they didn't think in terms of Hindus and Muslims, they met each other, there
were intermarriages. It is Congress which started it. By making laws and showing
prejudice against the Muslim [provincial] governments. And as soon as [the
demand for an independent Muslim state of] Pakistan was agreed upon, there was
another change.
To me it seems that the wounds that were hidden surfaced by the demand for
Pakistan [1940]. I don't blame them. I would hate anyone to divide my country.
We lived there, we stayed here for hundreds and thousands of years, then we start
dividing the country.
The Hindus obviously didn't want their country divided, and the Muslims
insisted on dividing it - in a nutshell.
Why?
Because I too felt the prejudice. For instance, in my own state, motoring along
kucha [dirt] roads for purposes of shikaar [hunting], you get two high ghias, and
there is a narrow strip of a road on which you travel in your car, and then you
suddenly find that you are behind a bhel ghari, or bullock cart. Now for a bullock
cart to climb up these mounds of earth is not difficult, and it was usually done
when a car was behind a bullock cart. But now [in 1945] they started making us
drive for miles and miles without giving way, and saying these are Muslims.
These people who used to come rushing to make darshan [blessing] because
royalty was among them, these people were treating us that way.
Why to live in a country where we were not wanted? The remarks that came - all
of a sudden they started saying about my father Hamidullah Khan Murdabad
[Death to Hamidullah Khan].
I felt very hurt that Bhopal State existed for 300 years and there was not single
riot, not a single complaint against any ruler [about Hindu-Muslim issues]. But
then they started screaming against us. Why? Just because we were Muslims.
Everyone thought Bhopal was the only place that could provide any protection
for them. We had a prisoner-of-war camp that was set up for Italian prisoners
during the Second World War; thirty thousand prisoners were held in Bhopal.
That provided a very convenient shelter for the refugees now streaming into
Bhopal. There were trainloads of people.
I remember one incident, that upset me a lot. That was a telegram from the Indian
Government informing the Bhopal Government that a train would start coming
from somewhere and be bringing in so many Muslim refugees.
Each time we had this type of information, many people, including Hindus, all
took huge amounts of food [to them]. People who had relatives in Bhopal kept
their own relations. Others who had no one went to the prisoner-of-war camp. It
was part of my duty to be present at the railway station when these people arrived.
One of these trains that arrived, after we were warned by the Indian government,
had all the people dead. When the compartments were open, they were all dead.
Apparently the police or security forces, whoever they were, appointed by the
Indian Government, they had turned against them and killed them all.
Whom to trust? What was there to live for? And the number of women that were
raped. The number of women that came without their breasts, their ears cut off,
that was not a pretty sight. I could not take it anymore. I thought that I had had
enough, that I am going. That was the most awful thing that I ever saw. That
pushed me out, I thought I had had enough. What was there to live for?
It was further supported by the attitude of the Congress. When the time came for
Congress to show some sort of an understanding, they became unfair. I don't
know why. It's just a mentality of a person or a community that makes you
intolerant towards others when you get power. They just couldn't digest their
power. It was too much. They wanted to show off. And that upset the minority
community.
Why was Mountbatten not the right man for the job?
I think he did a very, very prejudiced job. It was a matter that concerned millions
and millions of people. It needed proper thinking out. I mean, you couldn't think
out all this within three months. Pakistan was not a reality, Pakistan was a
dream.Within a very short period you had to chalk out all the details, but there
was not time for it. Mountbatten insisted on take it or leave it. So Mr. Jinnah had
to take it. I mean he was given no alternative. They should have allowed some
time, instead of causing all that massacre, bloodshed and all that. Lots of
territories went unjustly to India, all because of Mountbatten.
He was vindictive. Jinnah couldn't stand him. And Mountbatten couldn't stand
Jinnah.
I left once the State was handed over [by her father, following popular protests, to
the Indian Government, in June 1949]. A Chief Commissioner came, put the
Indian flag up, and everything was handed over to him. I quietly disappeared. Not
openly. I would have been stuck. The Mir of Hyderabad [another Muslim Ruler
of a Hindu majority state], he was arrested at the airport or something.
I was the heir apparent. Pakistan didn't utilize anything, they could have used
people like me for propaganda and things like that. Nothing. They were too busy.
It was a big slap on the face of the Indian government. The only heir apparent that
left. Left everything. Knowing it would be declared evacuee property, everything
would be lost.
I didn't tell my father, I didn't tell anyone. I was very cunning, I planned far
ahead. First I got my son out, had him safely in England. Then I made a first
attempt to come [in January, 1949], but that very day Mr. Jinnah died.
It was during my son's school holidays. He has always been a great newspaper
reader. Early in morning, I was going to the Pakistan Embassy to ask for a
passport. I was all dressed up and all that, but as I was leaving he said where are
you going, Mr. Jinnah is dead. So it turned into a condolence visit.
Before coming here I had had Mr. Jinnah sounded as to whether he agreed. He
was very happy. That was my main security. His words were we'll have someone
to face Mrs. Pandit [Jawaharlal Nehru's sister, then India's Ambassador to the
UN]. I felt that Mr. Jinnah was my biggest support. Then he died, and I had to
return to Bhopal. But still I didn't tell anyone, marked time until the next summer
holidays, then again went to England with only my suitcases.
I automatically thought that Bhopal was a little Pakistan, and Pakistan would be
something like Bhopal. After all, we were Muslim rulers. We didn't have any
prejudices against anyone, up to this day that atmosphere still prevails.
Mr. Jinnah was not an Islamic theologian and he didn't preach it. The dialog
between God and Satan in the Quran is something most beautiful. The way Satan
refuses, and the way God gives in and says all right, have your way. I find it very
beautiful, and I find it very secular and very democratic. All right, you have your
go. In the end we will see who wins. But God was powerful enough to have
annihilated Satan at that very moment and not have given him this opportunity.
So who am I or you or any other human being to force our will on others? When
God doesn't, then who is anyone else? That is my idea of secularism, a secular
democracy.
But you left India because of there was intolerance towards Muslims.
It had started, it had started, but it wasn't even at the level it is today. It's been
developing. Because there is no controlling factor. The leaders can't or don't want
to control it.
How do you think the world has changed since you left Bhopal?
I think everywhere it has deteriorated. Even England is not the same England.
The values, the attitude, the culture, people are not the same. People have become
vulgar robots, only after money.