GloMag GloMagMay2019 - Page 255

DEAR MR RADCLIFFE Growing up in Fazilka, a heavily armed border town, even our jokes were about Pakistan. One went like this, cracked out of the hearing of parents: A Saudi would sell all the oil in the world for a woman's favour, Saddam all his country's Scud missiles, and a Pakistani his very country (or someone his mother), but she wanted an Indian, because he'd sell nothing. Others we rehashed jokes in which the Pakistanis replaced the Poles or Irish, though I learned that much later. A clumsy rhyme went as follows: ABCDEFG, Usme se nikle Panditji Panditji ne khaya ganna Ganne se nikla Rajesh Khanna 255