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claim to objectivity, nor is this a biography in the true sense of the term. As afriend I find it difficult to attain the first—though I shall try; the second requires intensiveresearch and a scholarly approach, either of which I refuse to plead guilty. In undertakingthis task I have allowed myself the luxury of time that I cannot afford and fulfilled afancy which I will not discuss. My excuse for writing this book is really a request madeby the publisher and a pandering to a vanity I would have preferred to conceal.Zulfikar Ali Shahnawaz Bhutto has been, and will always continue to be a very dearfriend—not because he is the most sensible of men, not because he is balanced and fair-minded, not because be is truthful and forthright, not because he is the President of Pakistan, but because he is Zulfi, warm and loyal to those whom he loves, affectionateand tolerant to human weakness. He also happens to be the central figure and dominantpersonality in the six most formative years of my life between 1945 and 1950, betweenthe ages of 18 and 24.For India and what later became Pakistan, these were the crucial years. In 1945 Pakistanwas a pipe dream; by 1946 it was an obsession, by 1947 an established fact. For twoyoung men living in post War India it was the beginning of things, the fulfillment of national pride with the prospect of a great and glorious future. Our interminableconversations invariably started and ended with politics, having run through the entiregamut of life as we saw it— entertainment, movies, books, friends, sex and back topolitics. Nehru, Jinnah and Mahatma Gandhi were all distant figures in a drama thatinvolved considerable heat but little action. Had we agreed then, there would have beenno argument: if we were to agree today, there would be no dialogue.By background, tradition, custom and family life we were poles apart; yet it made nodifference. Its politics I was with India and Nehru, Zulfi was with Jinnah and Pakistan.Over the years I might have drifted away from Nehru, but Zulfi’s loyalty remained firm.
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