Pakistan News and Discussion-8

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Nareshji,
here are Pakistani Mani Shankar Aiyar's sweet memories
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<!--QuoteBegin-->QUOTE<!--QuoteEBegin--><b>The Liaquats And I  </b>
dine with my old friend, Akbar Liaquat Ali Khan, son of the first Pakistani premier. Our bond is that he and I were born on the same day of the same month of the same year—April 10, 1941, for anyone who wishes to send us a card. The resemblance stops there, however, for Akbar is now into his third wife, whom I'd known all those years ago as the ravishing Durre Islam. His first wife went off with Mumtaz Bhutto and the second, he tells me, with what I might have wrongly suspected as a touch of unexpected pride, is now Her Highness, the wife of one of the Malay Sultans. No tears spilt, though, because the eye-catching Durre would be comfort enough for the most demanding of jilted suitors.
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<b>Adultery In Another Land  </b>
SO many of my Karachi friends seem, over the years, to have got divorced or involved with others that I am obliged to juggle my invitations around to ensure I meet both husband and wife without running them into each other. Yet, there is so much pain in the eyes of those who were once inseparable and are now separated that I cannot help asking one couple who have stuck it out together, "Why can't you people manage your adultery better?" "As if you don't have infidelity in India," she responds. "We do," I confess, "but we don't have this awful business of second wives." "Why not?" she asks. "Because it's not allowed by law," I say. She looks as if she thinks that might be a good idea.  <!--QuoteEnd--><!--QuoteEEnd-->

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