AND THEN THEY CAME FOR ME: AN ENCOUNTER WITH EVA SCHLOSS AND NIC CAREEM

Frank  Huzur has sent this interesting piece from London where he is busy writing a biography of a famous Pakistani

“… in spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart. I simply can’t build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery, and death. I see the world gradually being turned into a wilderness, I hear the ever approaching thunder, which will destroy us too, I can feel the sufferings of millions and yet, if I look up into the heavens, I think that it will all come right, that this cruelty too will end, and that peace and tranquillity will return again.” – Anne Frank

In a grey dapper suit slinking down his robust fifty years old shoulder, denim jeans and a black ray ban slunk over his slender nose, Nic Careem comes across as a blithe spirit, wide in strides and smiles, which occasionally drift into roaring guffaws. His deep, timber voice in London cockney accent is a throwback to ginger streets of Beatles. In his teens days he crooned Beatles’ rhymes and proudly proclaims Paul MaCartney as his bosom pal. So much so when Paul punched in his face over his quip over Heather Mills in an evening bash in London, Nic treated the Beatle blow as undeserving of reaction, as Mike Patel, British Asian tiger businessman would swear by the intense moment of hilarious tip-off. He is a trapeze artiste in swapping causes, noble and aesthetic, by any standards. Among his illustrious list of friends, he rattles out names of all spectrum on the rainbow bow from Barrack Hussain Obama, Nelson Mandela, Tony Blair, Bill Clinton, Kofi Annan, David Cameron to legendary holocaust survivor and step-sister of Anne Frank, Eva Schloss.