| Author: | Jamil Urfi | ISBN: | 9789386301765 |
| Publisher: | CinnamonTeal Design and Publishing | Publication: | January 15, 2018 |
| Imprint: | CinnamonTeal Publishing | Language: | English |
| Author: | Jamil Urfi |
| ISBN: | 9789386301765 |
| Publisher: | CinnamonTeal Design and Publishing |
| Publication: | January 15, 2018 |
| Imprint: | CinnamonTeal Publishing |
| Language: | English |
In this memoir, the author recounts his experiences of growing up in Delhi during a period of ‘Biswin Sadi’— the 20th century, when it felt like a new age had just begun, although it’s already mid-century.
Living in a suburb of South Delhi called Nizamuddin East, with ruins of Mughal era buildings scattered all across, he recalls the people displaced by partition, piecing together their lives. An Anglo-Indian family— survivors of a vanishing tribe, living in a world of their own. A publisher of an Urdu magazine called Biswin Sadi, who had migrated from Lahore. An English-medium private school, resplendent with symbols of undivided Punjab, attempting to prepare leaders for taking over the reins of power, in a newly independent country.
By employing the metaphor of Hindi films the author paints a kaleidoscopic picture of the bygone century…those times without e-mail, or mobile phones.
In this memoir, the author recounts his experiences of growing up in Delhi during a period of ‘Biswin Sadi’— the 20th century, when it felt like a new age had just begun, although it’s already mid-century.
Living in a suburb of South Delhi called Nizamuddin East, with ruins of Mughal era buildings scattered all across, he recalls the people displaced by partition, piecing together their lives. An Anglo-Indian family— survivors of a vanishing tribe, living in a world of their own. A publisher of an Urdu magazine called Biswin Sadi, who had migrated from Lahore. An English-medium private school, resplendent with symbols of undivided Punjab, attempting to prepare leaders for taking over the reins of power, in a newly independent country.
By employing the metaphor of Hindi films the author paints a kaleidoscopic picture of the bygone century…those times without e-mail, or mobile phones.
