Begum Khurshid Shahid, or Aunty Khurshid as I called her all my life, died peacefully in the very early hrs of June 27 at the grand old age of 95.
While a lot of know her as a professional musician, being one of the first artists to carry out on PTV’s live transmissions as well as taking place to star in unforgettable plays such as Fehmida Ki Kahani Ustani Rahat Ki Zabani, Zair Zabar Pesh and Uncle Urfiband Dhundh, few know the remarkable woman that she was.
Aunty Khurshid was terrific, discovered, well spoken and sophisticated. Yet most importantly, she was fiercely independent, also prior to it served for ladies to be. She was befriended by my khala Durdana Butt during the very early 60s with their dramatization and PTV circle. She soon became my nani Begum Ismat Ara Butt’s good friend, whom she fondly called ‘Principal’– “Principal yeh keh rahay thay [Principal was saying],” “Principal nay khaanay mein yeh banaya [Principal made this for supper].
Theirs was a relationship of quiet friendship, genuineness, trust fund as well as intellectual equal rights. The number of discussions I have heard them carry subjects ranging from poetry to national politics to theology, without prejudice, is vast array and often 7 or eight-year-old me didn’t understand the period of their subjects, however I knew they were important.
Though greater than 40 years my elderly, her personality was such that she became my friend also. She liked roses and also there were always fresh blossoms in her hair, her make-up done perfectly as well as otherwise a stylish sari, she would certainly be attired in a posh kameez shalwar. Her love of roses was such that when winter came and roses bloomed in abundance around the lawns of Citadel Stadium, she utilized to take me to chori karo [take] the gulaab.
We obtained captured by the sentries from time to time, however what might they say to decent girl in her 50s and a lady of 13 or 14. I still can not pass by Citadel Stadium without keeping in mind those adventures. In the wintertime she would take us to Beedon Road in her Fiat to have actually Kashmiri chai accompanied with fried hunter beef or, strangely, steamed eggs.
Functioning often on TELEVISION, Aunty Khurshid had a fascinating other task as well which I assumed was extremely Mata Hari of her, which was to transcribe the Hindi transmission from Dur Darshan for TELEVISION to track our neighbor’s TV broadcast. After her shift was over, she would certainly come every evening by concerning 10pm to nano’s residence and dinner would be waiting on her. The rest people had consumed hrs earlier.
She would sit and also speak about her day, the glamorous people, poets, actors, writers she fulfilled, that once a while would certainly occur with her as well. Arguments as well as discussions would certainly ensue as well as had an extensive impact on me. She told me stories of her days as a youngster in India, of exactly how her family members concerned Pakistan, of just how she began working at Radio Pakistan. She showed me how to hold my dupatta and not to stomp while using heels.
Along with my nano, she was the very first feminist I understood. She informed me as soon as that she planned to create her memoirs, her struggles as a single woman in a patriarchal culture and also was going to call it ‘Tanhaa’. I keep in mind at the time I looked at her as well as informed her the way I would certainly seen her do it, she needs to call it ‘Tawaana’. She hugged me.
Today she joins my grandma on the other side. I bet nano has actually been waiting on her, two comfortable chairs side by side, nano with her knitting her lap, Aunty Khurshid resting throughout her having her dinner on a tray, both gossiping away and also catching up on what they had missed.