Petition to Conduct CBI Enquiry into Murder of Dr J A Mathan

Saturday, 29 October 2011

Bend it like Bacchan: Sayali Bhagath: Filing a Complaint Against Amitabh Bachhan

Bend it like Bacchan: Sayali Bhagath: Filing a Complaint Against Amitabh Bachhan
http://www.cinecoffee.com/news/sayali-bhagath-filing-a-complaint--against-amitab-bachhan#axzz1cBFhlxXn
A tell-all email that cast Big B as a villain has petered down to two players: a starlet and a princeling
It started out with an email sent by two-month-old Crème talent agency to various media houses, a virtual scarlet letter that went viral within hours. And not for nothing: the press release stated that former Miss India, Sayali Bhagat, was quitting Bollywood to pursue a modelling career in Milan. But this international move wasn’t the only reason for her supposed flight from tinsel town. There were other reasons too: because Amitabh Bachchan allegedly grabbed her buttocks when she bent down to touch his feet at an event, tainting the servile namaste that the Hindi film industry is so keen on; because actor-director Sajid Khan was allegedly buck naked when he invited her for an audition for a role in Housefull; because Aarya Babbar allegedly took the trouble to click his genitals and packaged them as a neat MMS sent to her inbox.

This was the string of allegations on Monday afternoon. But by Wednesday evening, the star cast of this drama changed quite dramatically. Sayali Bhagat, with a different PR agency behind her this time (Chanel Post run by Vinith Handa), despatched an email debunking Crème talent agency as a bogus unit that she has no truck with, that the email was a vicious conspiracy to malign her.

So, at the heart of this ‘casting couch’ controversy, itself a budding genre of celebrity management for Bollywood’s fringe contingent (and often an entry ticket to the reality shows that lionize tinsel town’s pariahs) are two players now: Sayali Bhagat, a starlet who began her innings with the Emraan Hashmi-starrer, ‘The Train: Some Lines Are Never Meant to be Crossed’; and Anant Narrayan, who claims to be a prince from the erstwhile royal state of Bhareh in the Etawah district of Uttar Pradesh (see pic below).

Tuesday, 25 October 2011

Fake caste certificates a cognisable offence – Karnataka to amend act

Fake caste certificates a cognisable offence – Karnataka to amend act
http://www.newsreporter.in/fake-caste-certificates-a-cognisable-offence-karnataka-to-amend-act
Bangalore : Karnataka Government decided to amend the Scheduled Castes, Scheduled Tribes and Other Backward Classes (Reservation of Appointments) Act-1990 making issuance of fake caste certificates a cognisable offence.

A bill to amend the act would be introduced in the next legislature session, Minister for Social Welfare A Narayanaswamy told reporters here.

Those officials who were found guilty of issuing fake caste certificates would attract six months imprisonment and Rs 50,000 fine or both in the amended act to curb the practices of “mechanically” issuing caste certificates and validity certifificates without proper verification.

Those who obtain such certificates would also attract similar punishment, besides cancellation of admissions and appointments secured by them, he said.

The government decided to effect amendments to the act following complaints that members of some backward classes obtained caste certificates to get reservation benefits in employment.

Narayanaswamy said some of the OBC castes like Bhoyi, Bhoi, Bovi, Moger, Dasri and Kormasetty got certificates claiming as Scheduled Castes.

Communities like Parivara, Parivara Nayaka, Meda and Kuruba secured Scheduled Tribe certificate claiming that they belong to Nayak, Medara, Medri, Kadu Kurba and Jenu Kuruba, he said.

Sunday, 23 October 2011

Marriage Act in Bhutan: Discrimination of Bhutanese who marry non-Bhutanese

Marriage Act in Bhutan
http://www.unhcr.org/refworld/country,,NATLEGBOD,,BTN,,3ae6b4d624,0.html


Kha 2-1: Marriage with a non-Bhutanese
If a Bhutanese citizen wants to obtain a marriage certificate from a court of Law to enter into matrimony with a non-Bhutanese spouse whether residing in the kingdom or outside, he/she will be required to produce two persons as guarantors before the court. One of them must be a reliable Bhutanese citizen in the knowledge of the court and both of them must possess thorough knowledge about the bride and the groom. Thereafter, the matter shall be processed in accordance with the article kha- 1-5 as mentioned above (Ref-Thrimshung 1957, article kha 2-2)

Kha 2-2: A non-Bhutanese married to a Bhutanese citizen must abide by the traditional customs and the citizenship act.
The question whether a non-Bhutanese spouse shall acquire Bhutanese citizenship or not whether he/she shall be allowed to live in the kingdom or not shall depend on the citizenship act, traditional and cultural requirements and the government directives issued from time to time.

Kha 2-3: Rules and regulations to be followed by a non-Bhutanese married to a Bhutanese citizen.
A non-Bhutanese married to a Bhutanese spouse must abide by the following rules and regulations irrespective of whether he/she acquires citizenship.

Kha 2-4: Promotions shall not be granted to a Bhutanese citizen married to a non-Bhutanese.
Any Bhutanese citizen working under the Government of Bhutan shall not be granted promotion with effect from June 11, 1977 if married to a non-Bhutanese or such a person will never get promotion beyond the post he/she held at the time of marriage with the non-Bhutanese. Such a person shall not be promoted beyond the post of a subdivisional officer.

Kha 2-5: Promotions shall not be granted to a Bhutanese citizen married to a non-Bhutanese.
Whichever post a Bhutanese citizen held prior to marriage with a non-Bhutanese or prior to June 11, 1977, such a person shall not be granted promotion beyond the post he held from the date of marriage with the non-Bhutanese or after June 11, 1977.

Kha 2-6: A Bhutanese citizen married to a non-Bhutanese shall not be employed in the national defence department or in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
Any Bhutanese citizen employed in the national defence department or in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs shall be removed from such services if he/she is married to a non-Bhutanese. No Bhutanese shall be employed in these two departments if married to a non-Bhutanese.

Kha 2-7: A Bhutanese citizen married to a non-Bhutanese shall not get facilities enjoyed by other citizens.
A Bhutanese citizen whatever status he/she may enjoy shall not be entitled to other facilities and welfare of the government including the following assistance upon marriage with a non-Bhutanese:

(a)Distribution of land.

(b)Cash loans.

(c)Seeds for cultivation and oxen for ploughing fields.

(d)Livestock and income generating livestock schemes of the department of Animal Husbandry.

(e)Treatment abroad and

(f)Grant of capital for factory, industry or trade.

Kha 2-8: A Bhutanese married to a non-Bhutanese shall not be entitled to education and training abroad.
A Bhutanese citizen receiving education and training under the government funding shall not be entitled to the following facilities and welfare upon marriage with a non-Bhutanese:

(a)No assistance shall be provided by the government to undertake education or training either inside Bhutan or outside.

(b)Government assistance being rendered for education or training shall be discontinued from the day of marriage.

(c)The expenses incurred by the government on education or training until the day of marriage will be required to be refunded to the government.

(d)A Bhutanese citizen under going education or training abroad under a foreign scholarship shall lose it immediately upon marriage with a non-Bhutanese. In such a case the government of Bhutan shall request the concerned foreign government to stop the funding.

Kha 2-9: Religion of a non-Bhutanese married to a Bhutanese citizen.
If a non-Bhutanese married to a Bhutanese citizen is allowed to live in the kingdom, then, he/ she shall not be permitted to preach other religion or start a new religion except the religion of the kingdom of Bhutan.

Kha 2-10: A non-Bhutanese married to a Bhutanese citizen shall be required to follow the culture of the kingdom and the government orders.
A non-Bhutanese married to a Bhutanese citizen, if allowed to live in the kingdom irrespective of whether he/she acquires the Bhutanese citizenship shall he required to follow the traditional customs, government orders and laws in force in the kingdom.

Kha 2-11: A non-Bhutanese married to a Bhutanese citizen shall be required to comply with the Marriage Act.
A non-Bhutanese married to a Bhutanese citizen irrespective of whether he/she acquires Bhutanese citizenship or not shall be required to abide by the rules included in the provisions of this Marriage Act on all matters of Marriage.

Friday, 21 October 2011

I fathered babies for two women friends, says former Mayor of London Ken Livingstone (through "Natural" insemination)

I fathered babies for two women friends, says former Mayor of London Ken Livingstone (through "Natural" insemination)
22nd October 2011
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2052105/I-fathered-babies-women-friends-says-Ken-Livingstone.html
Married: Emma Beal and Ken Livingstone at London Zoo on the day of their wedding in 2009
Ken Livingstone has revealed he acted as a sperm donor for two friends who feared they were running out of time to have children.

The former Mayor of London said the pair wanted to start families but had not found Mr Right.
And the 66-year-old hinted they did not use artificial insemination – suggesting he slept with the women while living with his then partner, Kate Allen.
In a further bizarre twist, he said he regularly went on holiday with the two women, his wife and all of their children at once.
Three years ago it emerged that Mr Livingstone had five children, rather than just the two he has with his wife as had been thought.
Now, in his memoir You Can’t Say That, he has revealed details of the unconventional set up which led to the birth of his first three children.
His first children – two daughters – were born to journalist Philippa Need in 1990 and 1992.
Just weeks after his second daughter was born, political activist Janet Woolf gave birth to his first son in the same north London hospital.
At the time, he was in a long-term relationship with Kate Allen, UK director of Amnesty International. The couple lived together between 1982 and 2001.
He went on to have a son and a daughter – in 2002 and 2004 – with journalist Emma Beal, whom he married in 2009.

Mr Livingstone writes that Miss Need, whom he had known for 12 years, ‘was very keen to have children, although she had not found the right partner and the clock was ticking.
‘We had never been involved romantically but I knew her well enough to know she would be a wonderful mother and so I said I would like to be the father of her children.’
He met Miss Woolf in the early 1990s, when he was a Labour MP for Brent East and she was a local Labour activist.
He writes that she had recently separated from her husband, adding: ‘They decided not to have children, but Jan changed her mind and we agreed to have a baby.’
More than a decade later he had children with Miss Beal.
And he said he holidayed with all three women and their children, ‘with all of us packing off every summer to Devon, Derbyshire, Greece, Spain or France’.
Complicated: Janet Woolf, above, whose child Mr Livingstone says he fathered, while he was still living with his former partner Kate Allen, below
Mr Livingstone, who will run again in next year’s mayoral election, does not make clear whether the children were conceived by artificial insemination or naturally.
In an interview with the Guardian Weekend magazine, he said: ‘That’s as much detail as we want to go into… I don’t think it implies artificial insemination.’
He also failed to mention whether Miss Allen was aware of his relationships with two other women.
Three years ago Mr Livingstone said he would never outline the details of his relationships, saying: ‘I will go to my grave not talking about my private life.’
And he added: ‘No one has ever found anything in my private life that was illegal or immoral.’

Thursday, 20 October 2011

Paternity Fraud: Downton's greatest secret: A lonely countess, an illicit love affair with an Indian prince... and an Earl who has no right to his title. The extraordinary claims about real life Lord

Downton's greatest secret: A lonely countess, an illicit love affair with an Indian prince... and an Earl who has no right to his title. The extraordinary claims about real life Lord 
21st October 2011
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2051649/Downtons-greatest-secret-A-lonely-countess-illicit-love-affair-Egyptian-prince--Earl-right-title-The-extraordinary-claims-real-life-Lord.html
Now here’s a Downton Abbey storyline that writer Julian Fellowes would dismiss as too far-fetched: that the steely Earl of Grantham has no right to his title and should be booted out of the Abbey to make way for a distant cousin.
Yet, in real life, this could indeed be the case for the poor unassuming 8th Earl of Carnarvon, whose family history has been plundered for the storyline of the top-rated TV series and whose stately home, Highclere Castle, is used as its backdrop.
For new genealogical evidence points to the uncomfortable fact that Lord Carnarvon’s grandfather may well have been the son, not of an English aristocrat, but of an Indian prince. Furthermore, there’s evidence that the family knew about it and covered it up.
Legitimate heir? Lord Carnarvon pictured at his home Highclere Castle, Hampshire, great-grandson of British Egyptology patron George Herbert, Fifth Earl of Carnarvon

If this is true, it would mean that the present earl, Eton and Oxford-educated George Carnarvon, has no right to his title, and that the privilege should pass to an unassuming 39-year old Devon teacher, Alan Herbert.
The author of a new biography of 55-year old Lord Carnarvon’s great-grandmother has unearthed explosive evidence which could alter the 218-year history of the famous title — and provide Julian Fellowes with some rich source material for the next series of Downton.
William Cross, the writer, claims that Carnarvon’s ancestor, the 5th earl, was undersexed and showed more interest in photographs of nude women than in the real thing.

His ‘sham’ marriage to heiress Almina Wombwell (they wed in 1895) was merely one of convenience — she brought with her a colossal fortune, just at a time when the family coffers were almost drained. The deal was, he got the money, she got a title.

On 26 June 1895, at St. Margaret's Church, Carnarvon married Almina Victoria Maria Alexandra Wombwell, daughter of Marie Wombwell née Boyer, the wife of Captain Frederick Charles Wombwell, but her real father was believed to be Alfred de Rothschild, the unmarried member of the prominent Rothschild banking family of England who made Lady Carnarvon his heiress.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Herbert,_5th_Earl_of_Carnarvon
Figure: Alfred de Rothschild
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alfred_de_Rothschild
But Mr Cross says that Lord Carnarvon was not deeply attracted to his wife — nor she to him — and that sexual relations may have remained dormant long after their marriage.
Carnarvon’s closest friend was Prince Victor Duleep Singh, a godson of Queen Victoria and the son of the last Maharajah of Lahore. Though a Sikh, he was welcome in the very highest echelons of  society and was a close friend of Edward VII.

Victor had been a friend of Carnarvon at Eton and, as they grew up, he led the young Englishman into ‘wild ways’. They gambled ruinously, and while on a trip to Egypt, Victor fixed up the young peer with a prostitute so he could lose his virginity.


‘But Carnarvon contracted a malady from one of the whorehouses, and after returning to England almost died,’ reveals Mr Cross. ‘He retained for life the facial marks from the effects of the disease. Thereafter, Carnarvon was sexually blighted.

‘His fall-back — with his valet Fernside as his confidant — was taking photographs of women. Naughty pictures became his passion, and at the height of his voyeurism he commissioned 3,000 nudes from a photographic studio.’
High society friends: Prince Victor Duleep Singh, ABOVE, and Almina, 5th Countess of Carnarvon, BELOW.

Evidence unearthed by a historian suggests their friendship may have been other than Platonic
If Carnarvon wasn’t interested in his new wife, ten years his junior, then his best friend was. Prince Victor practically lived at Highclere Castle, in Hampshire. ‘He had plenty of opportunity,’ says Mr Cross. Significantly, when the Countess — Almina — became pregnant, she made two sets of plans for the birth of her child.
The first, official, plan was to have the baby delivered at the Carnarvon family home in London’s Berkeley Square. But she also rented another house — and for good reason. ‘She was terrified,’ says William Cross. ‘The safe house was her planned refuge — just in case the baby was born with the wrong skin pigment.’
In the event, she gave birth to a son on November 7, 1898 who turned out to be fair-skinned, for though Prince Victor had the dark skin of his race, his mother, Bamba, was a white woman.
Skin colour is believed to be determined by up to seven different genes working together, so as a mixed race man Prince Victor had a mixture of genes coding for both black and white skin in his sperm — and so had the chance of having white offspring.

In any case, the earl accepted the child as his own, and in so doing averted the inevitable divorce and loss of funds — for it was his wife’s fortune which was to allow him, in a few years’ time, to take his place in history as the man who uncovered the tomb of Tutankhamun. Almina’s riches took care of that.
Regardless of the boy’s skin colour, the peer’s abiding concern was that if it became publicly suspected that he was indeed the son of Prince Victor, it would have had ruinous consequences on the Carnarvon dynasty, and call into question the whole future of Highclere Castle itself. His wife’s closeness with the Sikh had to be hushed up.
And so it was — until about 15 years ago, when the then earl decided to commission a biography of Almina. The incriminating evidence was uncovered by the Reverend David Sox, an American academic.
‘Just between the two of us. I’ve discovered (quite by accident in the archives) that the earl’s real father was Prince Victor. Victor was constantly at Highclere, as going through my visitors’ books indicates’

Letter from the Reverend David Sox, historian, to the Earl of Carnavon
‘Just between the two of us,’ Sox wrote to a friend soon after his findings, ‘I’ve discovered (quite by accident in the archives) that the earl’s real father was Prince Victor. Victor was constantly at Highclere, as going through my visitors’ books indicates.’
Until Sox’s startling claim, the 7th earl, a close friend of the present Queen and her racing manager from 1969 to 2001, had made well-publicised plans to publish the biography. But as soon as the awful truth was uncovered, the book was dropped and never mentioned again.
Sox was regarded as a reliable historian, according to the long-serving Highclere housekeeper, Maureen Cummins. She says: ‘He came into the castle and did a lot of research. In fact, he was so knowledgeable that he was employed for a time as a guide. So it is highly unlikely he would have made the story up.’
Aristocratic families, beady about their possessions and titles, have learned over centuries how to beat off predators who, throughout history have fed off the rich and famous. The Carnarvons would not want their lands and status to pass to a junior branch of the family — and so the scandal was hushed up, the skeleton put firmly in the back of Highclere Castle’s capacious closets.
William Bortrick, executive editor of Burke’s Peerage, is unfazed by the revelations: ‘Throughout the history of the British aristocracy such circumstances did happen,’ he says. ‘Probably more often than people realised.’
Indeed, among the present ranks of the aristocracy there is at least one duke and an earl who are generally known not to be the sons of the men outwardly thought to be their fathers.
‘The only requirement in law is for an hereditary peer, when he succeeds to the title, to produce his birth certificate to prove his identity,’ I was told by another authority. ‘If the certificate falsely claims he is legitimate, and nobody challenges it, he goes through on the nod.’
And so Prince Duleep’s son became an earl and nobody blinked an eye.
So the question remains – who is the real Earl of Carnarvon?
Step forward Alan Mervyn Edward Hugh Herbert, a bachelor who celebrates his 40th birthday later this month. Mr Herbert descends in a direct line from the 4th Earl of Carnarvon, his great-grandfather (and the father of the under-sexed 5th Earl). This earl married twice, and his son by the second marriage, the Hon Mervyn Herbert, was Alan’s grandfather.
There are no other male lines of succession in the family apart from Alan and his cousin, the present ‘Earl’. A shy and retiring teacher, he lives in a flat in the large and glorious Devonshire house once owned by his family, another branch of the Carnarvon clan.
When approached by the Mail this week and told that he had a strong claim to be the rightful Earl, he greeted the news with astonishment.
‘Wow,’ he said, very quietly. ‘I was aware we had some kind of connection with the Carnarvons but that is all. This is a big surprise, I must say. I’d be curious to know more.’
Skeletons: Lord Carnarvon poses at his home Highclere Castle, Hampshire, beside a portrait of his great grandfather, British Egyptologist George Herbert, Fifth Earl of Carnarvon

Such curiosity could open a hornet’s nest, since quite apart from the titles, there’s the question of Highclere Castle, the Carnarvon estates and a multi-million Downton Abbey legacy at stake.
While it doesn’t automatically follow that if he proves his superior claim to the title, family possessions would pass his way — but they might.
Author William Cross asserts that Almina Carnarvon was made to sign papers attesting to her son’s legitimacy which may well have secured the family’s millions for the present incumbents of Highclere Castle, but often lawyers have a way of finding loopholes in such deeds, particularly if the truth had not been told.
It is too early yet for the bewildered Mr Herbert to pursue his claim to the earldom, but the door is open for him to do so.
‘As a matter of decency and courtesy it’s usual to wait for the death of a peer before making a competing claim,’ says Ian Denyer, a Crown Office constitutional expert based at the Palace of Westminster.
‘But there’s no reason, if he wanted to ruffle some feathers, why he shouldn’t go ahead now.’
The difficulty facing Mr Herbert is that the crucial evidence naming Prince Victor as the father of the 6th earl resides in the archives at Highclere Castle, where biographer William Cross found it.
Of course, modern science using DNA could prove the truth once and for all. Indeed, the Sikh historian Peter Bance, who has written a biography of Prince Victor Duleep Singh, says that hair from the prince and his younger brother was kept after their deaths.
Matched with DNA from a member of the Carnarvon family, it could be tested to prove if Mr Herbert is entitled to swap his Devon flat for a stately home in Hampshire.
Ironically, Mr Herbert has never watched Downton Abbey, saying: ‘I did hear something about it on the radio. It sounds like something I should watch.’

If he did, he might see the 1,000-acre estate where the serial is set and consider the fickle nature of the finger of fate.
■ The Life And Secrets Of Almina Carnarvon by William Cross

Is Colonel Gaddafi's Biological Father a Frenchman Preziosi?

Is Colonel Gaddafi's Biological Father a Frenchman Preziosi and Grand--mother a Jew?
http://www.libya-watanona.com/news/n2008/feb/n18feb8e.htm

If Colonel Gaddafi was so eager to linger in Paris when he came last December, it was perhaps because the Libyan leader is half French. His father was an air force pilot from Corsica. That's him in the picture on the left.

This extraordinary claim has surfaced over the past few days after a report by Bakchich, a French investigative news site. They looked into a legend which has long circulated in Vezzani, a village of 600 people in eastern Corsica. According to this, a Vezzani gendarme's son called Albert Preziosi was stationed in the Libyan desert with the Free French air force in 1941-42. He is said to have had an affair with a local woman at about the time that young Muammar would have been conceived.

Preziosi was killed when his aeroplane was shot down over Russia in 1943. As a member of the famous Normandy-Niemen squadron, he has been celebrated as a hero in his home village ever since. An air force base near the town of Solenzara, is named after him. Not a shred of evidence exists to stand up the Gaddafi legend but the physical resemblance is so strong that it has persisted.

Officially, the father of the Supreme Guide of the Revolution was Abu Meniar Al Gaddafi, a Bedouin goat breeder in the region of Syrte. His mother, a local tribeswoman, was named Aisha. The Italian occupation and the war destroyed all records of the couple, according the French investigators.

Preziosi is remembered by surviving comrades as a charmer. According to some, he talked about having a child in Libya. Pierre Lorillon, a Major who joined the squadron in Russia after Preziosi's death told Bakchich that his wartime comrades had no doubt about Gaddafi's paternity. "We all knew that Albert had had a girlfriend from the 'big Libyan tent', in other words a noble woman from the high bourgeoisie...We only knew that he had a child with this woman and that an uncle had taken care of her and sent her to study abroad".

Members of Preziosi's family were reluctant to talk or said they knew nothing about a child, according to the site and French newspapers which picked up the story this weekend. Jacques-Antoine Preziosi, a nephew who is a Marseille lawyer, said that the family had nothing to confirm the legend and had never thought of investigating it.

Jean-Pierre Pagni, the Mayor of Vezzani, told le Journal du Dimanche that Preziosi was the village hero. "We have no proof of this paternal link but nothing contradicts it either," he said.

Bakchich dug up an exchange of letters between senior officers which showed that the air force History Service tried to investigate the story in 1999. A general concluded that the paternity was not possible because the Preziosi was based 600 kilometres away from Gaddafi's reported birth place. The news site quotes other squadron pilots who contradict this.

Perhaps someone will end the mystery with a DNA check. In the meantime, some in Corsica are remembering that Gaddafi gave strong support to FNLC separatist guerrillas there in the 1970s. That is hardly evidence of filial attachment, since the colonel was handing out weapons and training to just about every terrorist outfit in those days.
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http://www.israelnationalnews.com/News/News.aspx/142593#.TqDDa5vRIYR

http://dailycaller.com/2011/09/12/could-muammar-gaddafi-be-jewish/
The well-respected British magazine reports that Gita Boaron, an Israeli of Libyan decent, claimed on Israeli television that she is related to the just-about-deposed Libyan strongman.

“Gaddafi’s grandmother is my grandmother’s sister,” Boaron told Israeli television. “His grandmother is my father’s grandmother. She was Jewish, became Muslim and married the town sheik. She had children and he’s her grandson, so he’s considered Jewish because his mother was born to a Jewish mother. So it means he’s Jewish.”

Evidently, Boaron thinks Gaddafi should seek refuge in Israel and make aliyah. But Boaron isn’t the only Israeli that believes Gaddafi is part of the Tribe. As the Economist reports:

“In Netanya, a resort north of Tel Aviv, where many of the 100,000-odd Israeli Jews of Libyan origin have settled, a square has been called Qaddafi Plaza in anticipation of his arrival. ‘Whatever he’s done, Israel’s his home,’ says Rachel, a widow sipping her macchiato, Libya’s beverage of choice, and nibbling abambara, a Libyan-Jewish pastry in one of the square’s Libyan-owned cafés. ‘After all, he’s a Jew.’ With his curls, she says, he would fit into many a Libyan synagogue.”

The head of a Libyan Jewish cultural organization in Israel further buttressed the rumor to the magazine.

“Jews from Tripoli remember he [Gaddafi] attended a Jewish wedding in the 1960s, long before he became leader,” Pedazur Benattia said.

Sunday, 16 October 2011

How Steve Jobs's biological mother doesn't know he is dead as care home nurses believe dementia sufferer is too ill to be told

How Steve Jobs's biological mother doesn't know he is dead as care home nurses believe dementia sufferer is too ill to be told
16th October 2011
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2049426/Steve-Jobs-dead-Birth-mother-Joanne-Simpson-does-know-son-died.html
His death was one of the most widely publicised in recent history, filling newspapers and television schedules for days as fans worldwide united in grief.
Among the few people in the Western world, however, who will not have heard of Steve Jobs's passing, is perhaps the most important - his own mother.
Joanne Simpson, who reluctantly gave her son up for adoption after falling pregnant when she was a student, is seriously unwell in a nursing home in Los Angeles and has no idea her son has died.

Genius: The Apple founder completely revolutionised the way we communicate

Sources close to the family said the Apple founder's biological mother, Joanne Simpson, 79, is tragically battling advanced dementia.

She has very limited mental capacity and is said barely to know who she is, let alone what has become of the son she gave away.
Jobs was adopted in 1955 after being born to Abdulfattah John Jandali, a Syrian man, and Joanne Schieble, who was a graduate student at the time.
The couple were not married and keeping him would have been deemed shameful by their communities.
Brought up by Paul and Clara Jobs, Steve is thought to have reconciled with his mother but never to have made contact with his biological father.
In his renowned 2005 commencement address at Stanford University, Jobs described how his mother signed the adoption papers reluctantly, wanting to give him away to a well-educated couple.
Paul Jobs was a high-school drop-out who became a machinist and his wife Clara never graduated from college.

Joanne Simpson eventually married Jandali and the couple had another child, Mona Simpson, who went on to become a famous novelist, before getting divorced. She later remarried.
'My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student,' Jobs said in his speech.
'She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates.'
When he grew up, Jobs found his mother and the two kept in touch. He also forged a relationship with his biological sister.
Despite the reconciliation, Simpson's dementia is so serious she has no idea about her son's death.
Her condition has so far deteriorated she is said briefly to have been admitted to a mental hospital after neighbours reported seeing her wandering the streets half naked.

A source said: 'Steve was one of the richest men in the world, but his wealth couldn’t save him and it couldn’t save his mother.
'We used to find her wondering the streets wearing only a house coat with nothing underneath and sometimes we would find her wearing barely anything climbing trees in her bare feet.
'In the end someone dropped her at a mental hospital as they were so concerned for her wellbeing and then when her daughter found out they eventually moved her to a nursing home.
'She was a lovely woman so it was very hard to see her demise. Now she is locked in her own body and barely knows who she is let alone Steve anymore.'
Jobs knew about his birth mother's mental condition and is said secretly to have helped her financially.
'They had reconnected in later life and it must have been so sad for Steve watching his mum lose her mind , knowing there was nothing he could do about it,' the source added.
'It was like a double heartache as there was nothing he could do about his condition either in the end.
'While we never saw him round her house before they moved her, what we do know is that her rent was paid for as if by magic every month.
'And now she is in one of the best care homes, so it doesn’t take a fool to work out who is paying for it.'

Saturday, 8 October 2011

Halle Berry's adorable daughter bonds with mother's new lover Olivier Martinez as her biological father Gabriel 'demands nanny custody restriction be dropped'

Halle Berry's adorable daughter bonds with Olivier Martinez as her father 'demands custody restriction be dropped' 
8th October 2011
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-2046728/Halle-Berrys-daughter-Nahla-bonds-Olivier-Martinez-Palma.html
Halle Berry's adorable daughter Nahla was at the centre of wrangling between her parents again today, but happily the three-year-old was blissfully unaware.
Instead, she enjoyed a walk in Palma, Mallorca with her mother's partner, Olivier Martinez, 45.
Halle, also 45 , is busy shooting her new film Cloud Atlas on the Spanish island, but before the Academy Award actress left she struck an agreement over custody with with Nahla's father, Gabriel Aubry, 35.

Bonding: Olivier Martinez accompanies Nahla on a stroll in Palma today 
According to TMZ, one of the conditions is that when Gabriel has the child, a nanny has to be present.
'We’re told Gabriel is now unhappy with the deal he struck, and wants the judge to remove the nanny clause,' TMZ reported.
So unhappy, in fact, that he headed to court this morning to have it overturned, according to the website.
Gabriel's lawyer, Gary Fishbein, argued his case in LA, while Halle's lawyer, Neal Hersh, countered.
A decision is expected shortly.

Halle, Olivier and Nahla seem to having a lovely time in Europe, although Berry broke her foot while chasing a goat.
According to America's People magazine, Halle was at her villa in Majorica on September 21st when she spotted Nahla getting into some trouble on the rocky terrain as she hotfooted it after a goat.
Rescue Blues: Halle broke her foot while trying to keep Nahla safe, according to a US report
Concerned her little girl was going to hurt herself, Halle began chasing her in a bid to stop any injuries from occurring.
However, her desperation to keep Nahla safe meant Halle wasn't aware of her own footing, meaning she ended up stumbling over a rock and breaking her foot.
Halle was later seen being wheeled out of a local hospital with her leg in a cast.
In an official statement, Warner Bros, who are producing Cloud Atlas, explained the accident by saying: 'Halle Berry suffered a foot injury today while walking in Mallorca on a day off from filming Cloud Atlas.
'Production has adjusted their schedule and will continue filming.'
Halle has apparently been told to stay off the foot for three weeks to allow it time to heal.
Halle is among an ensemble cast starring in the big-screen adaptation of David Mitchell's novel Cloud Atlas - a collection of six different stories set between the 19th century to the post-apocalyptic future.
She plays journalist Luisa Rey who investigates reports of corruption and murder at a nuclear power plant.
A host of A-listers are taking part, including Tom Hanks, Susan Sarandon, Hugo Weaving and Hugh Grant.

Wednesday, 5 October 2011

John Jandali, estranged father of abandoned son Steve Jobs: I fear time is running out to meet son I was forced to give away

I fear time is running out to meet son I was forced to give away
Says John Jandali - Steve Jobs' biological father
http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/features/3778186/First-chat-with-Apple-tycoons-dad.html
THE father who gave away Apple genius Steve Jobs as a baby told The Sun last night he fears he will never get to meet his son.

John Jandali said in his first ever interview: "I live in hope that before it is too late he will reach out to me. Even to have just one coffee with him just once would make me a very happy man."

The 80-year-old was speaking following the announcement from Jobs, 56, that he was resigning as chief executive of the company behind the iPod and the iPad.

The head of Apple has been fighting pancreatic cancer for seven years. When he stepped down on Wednesday John began to wonder if he was losing his fight with the deadly disease.

Jobs was born in February 1955 in San Francisco. His natural parents were Syrian-born student John and graduate student Joanne Schieble. The couple were young and unmarried so the baby was adopted by Paul and Clara Jobs.

John prays his son will one day forgive him for abandoning him and finally allow him to be a part of his life.

John said: "If I could live my life again I would do things entirely differently. And even more so in recent years when I have heard that my son is gravely ill. It makes me feel like time is running out and that I am totally helpless.

"This might sound strange, though, but I am not prepared, even if either of us was on our deathbed, to pick up the phone to call him.

"Steve will have to do that as the Syrian pride in me does not want him ever to think I am after his fortune. I am not. I have my own money. What I don't have is my son ... and that saddens me.

"When he became ill I thought maybe he might contact me to find out about my medical history but the call never came.

"I am shocked and saddened by this announcement as it makes me think it is down to his health.

"That must be the reason for this, given he loved working for the company. I have a horrible feeling this isn't good news."

Sitting with John at his office in Reno, Nevada, the likeness between father and son is uncanny.

But while Steve's illness has aged him beyond his years, his father is a picture of health, looking at least ten years younger than his 80 years.

However, while the pair's health is at odds, their work ethic is a case of like father like son. Six days a week John rises at 5am to work out in the gym before driving 18 miles to the Boomtown Casino and hotel in Reno, where he is vice president.

Yet neither has ever shared a single moment of their successes in the business world - or any part of their lives.

John only discovered five years ago that his son was one of the wealthiest men in the world - this month Apple briefly pipped oil group Exxon to become the world's most valuable company, worth a staggering £210billion.

He said: "I'd be lying if I said it doesn't sadden me to have not been part of my son's incredible journey."

John revealed the devastating circumstances behind Steve's adoption and how he has regretted them all his life.

When Joanne fell pregnant her strict father refused to allow his daughter to marry her lover and keep the baby.

John explained: "When Joanne told me she was pregnant I said I would marry her so we could bring up the baby as a family. I was very much in love with Joanne.

"Sadly, her father was a tyrant and forbade her to marry me as I was from Syria. So she told me she wanted to give the baby up.

"We were living in Wisconsin back then and without telling me Joanne moved to San Francisco to have the baby without anyone knowing, including me.

"She didn't want to bring shame on the family and thought this was the best for everyone. I was sad and angry but I had no choice but to go along with her wishes.

"I honestly do not know to this day if Steve is aware that, had it been my choice, I would have loved to have kept him.

"I didn't even know when Joanne had the baby and I was not there on the day she passed him to the Jobs family. I had no say in who was going to adopt my son but I knew Joanne had insisted the Jobs family make sure he received a good education. I was happy about that.

"And let's face it, they appear to have done an incredible job."

A few months after they gave Steve up Joanne's dad died and she was free to marry John. The couple went on to have a daughter, Mona, but eventually split up and divorced when John was managing a refinery in Syria. Mona is estranged from John too.

Steve tracked down his sister, now 54, and has a close relationship with her and he also sees Joanne. John said: "I read Steve speaks to his mum, that's great. I have no idea why he would choose to speak to her and not me."

Today John lives a comfortable life with his third wife just 250 miles from his estranged son. But he would give up all his worldly wealth in a heartbeat to make amends with the Apple chief.

He said: "It's not just missing out on having Steve in my life. I also have four grandchildren I have never even met and that is something no money can buy.

"I just wish I hadn't been the selfish man I must have been, to allow both my children to turn their backs on me and pray it is not too late to tell Steve how I feel."
>>Like Father , Like Son: Steve Jobs denies Paternity of his own Biological daughter!
Lisa Brennan-Jobs grew up with her mother, Chris-Ann Brennan, in California. She was born just as Apple Computer began to experience significant growth. The Apple Lisa computer, invented the year she was born, was allegedly named after her, though, officially, Apple stated that the name was an acronym for Local Integrated Software Architecture.
When Brennan-Jobs was born, Jobs refused to acknowledge paternity, saying in court documents that he could not be Lisa's father because he was "sterile and infertile, and as a result thereof, did not have the physical capacity to procreate a child." He later married another woman, Laurene Powell, and fathered three more children.
In 1976, at age 21, Steve Jobs co-founded Apple (AAPL) with $1,300 made from the sale of his Volkswagen minibus and partner Steve Wozniak’s Hewlett-Packard scientific calculator. Two years later, the CEO gave birth to the Lisa computer, which was to redefine personal computing as the world knew it. That same year, a baby girl named Lisa was born to Chris-Ann Brennan, Jobs’ on-again-off-again girlfriend since high school. Jobs not only insisted the computer’s name was an acronym for “Local Integrated Software Architecture,” he also denied any personal relation to the computer’s alleged namesake.
However, it took two years before Jobs would acknowledge that Lisa was his child, going so far as to swear in a court document that he was "sterile and infertile, and as a result thereof, did not have the physical capacity to procreate a child." While Jobs reaped the rewards of owning a burgeoning technology company, his baby and her artist mother subsisted on welfare.

Sunday, 2 October 2011

Rejected son: Salman Taseer – Tavleen Singh’s Son Aatish Taseer Hits Back

Salman Taseer – Tavleen Singh’s Son Aatish Taseer Hits Back
http://alaiwah.wordpress.com/2009/03/19/salman-taseer-tavleen-singhs-son-hits-back/
Aatish Taseer, the 29-year old son of Punjab Governor Salmaan Taseer, who is a journalist and lives in London, has written a book, a personal memoir, about his life story in which he has depicted his father in a manner that will shock and repel many of his Pakistani readers.
The book, titled “Stranger to History: A Son’s Journey through Islamic Lands”, is about to be launched in London, and in India a few weeks later. It has been published by the Picador India.
The book is a fictional version of Aatish’s dramatic life story. Briefly, the story is this: “A short, intense relationship between a Pakistani politician, Salmaan Taseer, and an Indian journalist, Tavleen Singh, produces a child. As the relationship founders, the father (according to his son’s account) abandons the mother and the infant in London.
They move to Delhi, where the boy, Aatish, grows up in an elite Sikh family, but with an awareness of being ‘different’ because of his Muslim and Pakistani ancestry. “Twice in his childhood, he makes long-distance overtures to his father, but is rebuffed. In 2002, at the age of 21, he tries again, by simply landing up in Lahore, and meets with greater success. Salmaan’s political career has waned — the military rules; his party’s boss, Benazir Bhutto, is in exile — but he is, by now, a wealthy businessman and a media tycoon, with an elegant third wife and six other children.
“Relatives and family friends, who have known about Aatish for years, help him find a way into Salmaan’s life. So begins a father-son relationship that is, by no means, easy. And so dies a novel.
“There is this extraordinary story, but what does it mean? It’s not everybody else’s, Aatish said, while looking back on his struggles five years ago to write that autobiographical novel.“Then came a turning point. In 2005, Aatish, now a journalist living in London, wrote for a UK magazine on the radicalisation of the British second-generation Pakistanis, making the unexceptionable liberal argument that it was linked to failures of identity on different fronts. Chuffed by his first cover story, he sent it to his father, to whom he now felt closer — and was shocked to receive a furious reply, accusing him, among other things, of blackening the family name by spreading ‘invidious anti-Muslim propaganda’.

“The accusations set off a storm of reactions in Aatish, from hurt and defensiveness to confusion and curiosity. How was his father, who (as he was to recount in his book) drank Scotch every evening, never fasted and prayed, even ate pork and once said: ‘It was only when I was in jail and all they gave me to read was the Quran…..(This portion of the text has been deleted as it was deemed unprintable.)
Defending his controversial decision to lay bare personal relationships and conversations, Aatish said it came from his conviction, after the letter incident, that “the personal circumstances contained a bigger story.” He, however, acknowledged that the writing of the book was also a way to overcome the despair he felt at having his relationship with his father suddenly run aground again — “a way to make my peace with that personal history.”
The memoir is a journalist’s engaging travelogue. But where the political and personal come together powerfully is in the last third part of the book, which finds Aatish in Pakistan among the Pakistanis.
Personal disappointment fuses with intellectual outrage in his searing final encounters with his father. And as a traveller trying to make sense of the broken pieces of his own ancestry, he takes political discoveries personally. He is wounded by reflexive anti-Indianism, which he encounters widely in Pakistan, and particularly among the youth.
The book quite clearly rejects the idea of Pakistan (while tacitly endorsing the idea of India), but Aatish still seems to be trying to keep the two. “I hope for this to be a book for Pakistan (though) I know that is a naive thing to say—Neither with my father, nor with Pakistan, was it written to settle any scores. I hope that despite what looks like a bleak look at Pakistan, it is possible to see a genuine concern and affection for the place.”
Salmaan Taseer, with whom he has had no contact for the past 15 months — though he hears he is upset by news of his book — has been resurrected in the topsy-turvy world of Pakistani politics. About six months ago, he became the Punjab governor. It is a ceremonial role, but since the dissolution of the Shahbaz Sharif government in the Punjab, the man wields real power — and controversially. “The timing of the book is slightly insane,” he said, laughing uncertainly. “I wouldn’t have wished for it. He was just a businessman, and that was good enough for what I had to say. He didn’t need to be the governor of the Punjab.”
Is he prepared to lose the relationship with a book like this, coming especially at a sensitive time? “Whether I wrote the book or not, I am definitely pretty much persona non grata,” he said. But then he added: “My father is a bright, intelligent man, and well read. I hope he understands some day.”
Following is an extract of the book: “I had begun my journey asking why my father was Muslim, and this was why: none of Islam’s once powerful moral imperatives existed within him, but he was Muslim because he doubted the Holocaust, hated America and Israel, thought Hindus were weak and cowardly, and because the glories of the Islamic past excited him.
“The faith decayed within him, ceased to be dynamic, ceased to provide moral guidance, became nothing but a deep, unreachable historical and political identity. This was all that still had the force of faith. It was significant because in the end, this was the moderate Muslim, and it was too little moderation and in the wrong areas. It didn’t matter how someone prayed, how much they prayed, what dress they wore, whether they chose to drink or not, but it did matter that someone harboured feelings of hatred, for Jews, Americans or Hindus, that were founded in faith and only masked in political arguments.”
“I rose to leave the room. It was if a bank had burst. My father and I, for the first time, were beyond embarrassment. I returned a few moments later to say goodbye to him, but he had left for the day without a word. The now empty room produced a corresponding vacancy in me that was like despair. I wanted somehow to feel whole again; not reconciliation, that would be asking too much, just not this feeling of waste: my journey to find my father ending in an empty room in Lahore, the clear light of a bright morning breaking in to land on the criss-crossing arcs of a freshly swabbed floor.
“As the crow flies, the distance between my father and me had never been much, but the land had been marked by history for a unique division, of which I had inherited both broken pieces. My journey to seek out my father, and through him, his country, was a way for me to make my peace with that history. And it had not been without its rewards. My deep connection to the land that is Pakistan had been renewed. I felt lucky to have both countries; I felt that I’d been given what partition had denied many. For me, it meant the possibility of a different education, of embracing the three-tier history of India whole, perhaps an intellectual troika of Sanskrit, Urdu and English.
“These mismatches were the lot of people with garbled histories, but I preferred them to violent purities. The world is richer in its hybrids. “But then there was the futility of the empty room, rupture on rupture, for which I could find no consolation, except that my father’s existence, so ghostly all my life, had at last acquired a gram of material weight. And, if not for that, who knows what sterile obsessions might still have held me fast?”

Aatish Taseer : A son in search of his father Salman Taseer

Aatish Taseer : A son in search of his father Salman Taseer
http://www.mid-day.com/news/2011/jan/060111-Aatish-Taseer-Salman-Taseer-Tavleen-Singh-relationship.htm
Aatish Taseer, son of assassinated Punjab Pakistan Governor Salman Taseer and Indian mother Tavleen Singh always had an uneasy relationship with his estranged father. His debut book, stranger to history was a journey that meshed the political with the personal
Salman Taseer, assassinated governor of Punjab province in Pakistan killed because of his liberal views on the blasphemy laws in that country had a connection with India.
Aatish Taseer, author and son of Indian journalist Tavleen Singh and Pakistani politician Salman Taseer
Salman Taseer's son Aatish Taseer, based in London and Delhi surfaced some years ago, with a book in search of his father. Aatish was born after his journalist mother Tavleen Singh had an affair with Salman Taseer though the relationship eventually ended.

Aatish's debut book, Stranger to History: A Son's Journey Through Islamic Lands holds several threads together, his relationship with his father and the complications of Indian-Pakistan parentage, the weight of history bearing down on those ties and the reaffirmation of the oft touted phrase: the personal is the political.

Affair

Aatish writes in a chapter called, 'Bhutto's Footprint.' "My parents met in March 1980, in Delhi. My father was in India promoting a biography he had written of his political mentor, the Pakistani leader Zulfikar Ali Bhutto. My mother, a young journalist with a Delhi newspaper, was sent to interview him.

'Which one of you is Salman Taseer?' she said, as she entered the room my father and his publisher were staying in at the Oberoi Hotel in Delhi.

Their affair began that evening. My father took my mother's number, they had dinner at a Chinese restaurant called the House of Ming, and for a little over a week, my father disappeared with my mother.

My parents met at a point in their lives when they became politically involved in countries that were experiencing political cataclysm...

My parents' affair lasted little more than a week, when my father left Delhi for Lahore, where he already had a wife and three small children. A month later, my mother discovered she was pregnant. The scandal of it was too great to assess.

My mother was from an old Sikh family, still carrying the pain of Partition. For her then, to become pregnant out of marriage by a visiting Pakistani was at the time, and still today, incalculable scandal. In a week when she was considering an abortion, my father called unexpectedly from the Club Marbella in Dubai. She told him what had happened...

My father asked what could be done to change her mind. She replied that they would have to at least pretend to be married, and over the course of their conversation, they came to a tenuous agreement to continue their relationship for as long as they could.

The months that followed were defined by secrecy. My parents met again in April, in Pakistan; they went to Dubai; they spent a summer in London, full of bright evenings and the bustle of people in pubs and open-air restaurants; and all the time, their relationship and my mother's pregnancy were kept from her parents and from my father's family in Pakistan.

It was this pact of secrecy that made their relationship possible, and it was from this period that one of the two objects I linked with my father as I grew up came into my mother's possession: a copy of his biography of Bhutto.

The inscription dated '17/5/80', read: 'With love and love, Salman Taseer.' The other was a browning silver frame with two pictures of him. In one he's holding me as a baby and in the other he's at a Mughal monument, dressed in white, wearing large seventies sunglasses."

Secrecy

Aatish even writes in a chapter called, 'Rupture' that, "A pact of secrecy had made my parents' relationship possible, but soon after they went to Dubai, leaving me with my grandparents in Delhi, this pact began to unravel. News of my birth was travelling. In Dubai, there was a false alarm.

My father was cooking dinner when his sister's husband walked up to him and said, 'How's Aatish?' My father dropped the pan he was holding and recovered himself only when he realised that his brother-in-law didn't in fact know of my existence, but was using my name not normally used to mean 'fire' in a banal sense to check the stove's fire.

Our past sometimes comes back to haunt us and so do the words we write. Aatish was with his father when Benazir Bhutto was killed in Pakistan. It is now eerie to read what he writes in the book about that murder. Aatish writes, "It's too awful,' my mother wept. I first saw her when I was with your father.

We were in Islamabad and he said, That's Benazir Butto. She was so young, so pretty. She had no business dying. Whatever her faults she didn't deserve to die like this. My mother had witnessed the death of the great Indian demagogues, Indira Gandhi and her son, Rajiv.

She understood demagoguery. She knew that in countries like ours, more so in Pakistan, where institutions are weak, where the state is threatened, these seemingly indestructible icons thrown up by the people bring a kind of solidity to the political landscape: they make it impossible to imagine the world without them..."

Aatish is Indian, his father Pakistani it is a cleave that only children from these relationships understand is so deep that to fill that chasm, even given all those cliches like love conquers all may be impossible.

In the book Aatish writes, "I didn't need to be Pakistani to understand what my father meant, only perhaps the degree to which he meant it. The death of the demagogue would demoralise the population. But in a country with few national leaders, removing Benazir made the very idea of the federation less viable..."

Aatish says in the book as he watched his father post Benazir's murder. "I felt a great sympathy as I watched the man I had judged so harshly, for not facing his past when it came to me, muse in the pain of history in this country. And maybe this was all that the gods had wished me to see, the grimace on my father's face, and for us, both in our own ways strangers to history, to be together on the night that Benazir Bhutto was killed."

People pay homage to Pakistan's former Prime Minister Benazir Bhutto who was assassinated in 2007

Meanwhile, Salman Taseer's brutal death may free his author son, Aatish, from writing about the father with whom he had, by his own admission, a difficult relationship. 

While in the West it is all too common for children to write about celebrity parents in an excessively critical way, Pakistani and Indian society appears not to be ready for such public scrutiny. When Aatish wrote about the father-son encounter in the form of a thinly disguised novel, his father was not pleased.

Salman Taseer, who was on his third marriage and had other children, had ambitions and reacted badly, it seems, to his son's novel.

Some open-minded fathers might have congratulated their sons on the literary merit and honesty of such books. From all account and particularly that of Aatish, Salman Taseer was apparently furious. The son felt rebuffed.

Aatish wrote in the London Evening Standard about his father's opposition to his novel. "My first intimation of trouble was when my father, in part the subject of my memoir Stranger to History, re-entered Pakistani politics after a 15-year hiatus.

As the book was being typeset, he was sworn in as a caretaker minister in General Musharraf's Cabinet and then, with an ideological flexibility particular to Pakistan, he was Asif Ali Zardari's governor in Punjab."


Aatish continued, "As the book was going to print, he (Salman Taseer) threatened to sue my Canadian publisher for referring to his union with my mother as 'a marriage'. 
They were never married. They had a liaison soon after my mother, a journalist at the time, interviewed my father about his book on his political mentor, Zulfikar Ali Bhutto; I was the result. 'How funny, darling,' a friend said. 'Your father considers it libellous to have been married to your mother!' "

Several women journalists become involved with men they interview. Some in London dine out for years afterwards on the strength of the men who loved them and left them. But perhaps Aatish was being naive if he thought his father's political opponents would not throw the book at him.

"I must sadly confess, after my father's political opponents in Pakistan used the book to rubbish his Islamic credentials, to being an accidental accessory to attempted political parricide," Aatish recounted. "My father's reaction was silence, far more menacing than his threats to the Canadians for their delayed attempt at making an honest woman out of my mother."

Fatima Bhutto has written a gripping book about her father's assassination. Painful though it will be, Aatish will now in theory also be able to write a moving book, both as an observer and a participant, about the latest shocking drama in Pakistan.