Ardeshir cowasjee biography for kids
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Ardeshir Cowasjee
Pakistani businessman and journalist (1926–2012)
Ardeshir Cowasjee (13 April 1926 – 24 November 2012) (Urdu: اردشیر کاوسجی) was a Pakistani newspaper columnist,[2]social activist, and philanthropist. Belonging from Karachi, his columns regularly appeared in the country's oldest English newspaper, Dawn. He was also the Chairman of the Cowasjee Group and was engaged in philanthropic activities in addition to being regarded as an old "guardian" of the city of Karachi.
On 3 November 2013, Institute of Business Administration, Karachi launched the Ardeshir Cowasjee Centre for Writing in his honor.[3]
Biography
[edit]Cowasjee was born on 13 April 1926 in Karachi to the CowasjeeParsi (Zoroastrian) family.[citation needed] His father, Rustom Fakirjee Cowasjee, was a businessman in merchant shipping, and the family spoke Gujarati at home.[4][5] Ardeshir attended the Bai Virbaiji Soparivala (BVS) Parsi
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Aurora Magazine
I last saw Ardeshir Cowasjee a few months ago when I heard that his health was failing. He was, as usual, surrounded bygd his pack of beloved Jack Russell terriers and throughout my visit, he held my hands: although he wasn’t as cogent as he normally was, he was his old affectionate self.
While we often disagreed with each other’s views, we respected the other’s right to hold them. Ardeshir was a bitter foe of the Bhuttos, a vendetta that dated back to the nationalisation of his family’s shipping company and his arrest bygd his old friend Zulfikar Ali Bhutto in the mid-70s. But then Ardeshir was caustic about other politicians, too. After stepping on one toe too many, the Sindh government provided him with a permanent police guard.
But the people who were most in his sights were Karachi’s notorious land mafia. Criminals and politicians alike (and the line between them is often blurred in Pakistan) felt the bite of his verbal lash in his weekly columns. For years, he
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Ardeshir Cowasjee: A Brief Happy Interlude: Karachi of yore
In a fantastically written article Ardeshir Cowasjee reminisces about the Karachi of forna tider, his time as a lärjunge at the BVS Parsi school and gives a glimpse of Parsi life and culture in Karachi during those times.
AMIDST the gloom and doom and the national scenario of death and destruction, with the horrific plight of the displaced persons hanging over us like a pall, plus the ongoing military operation in the Malakand area taking its daily toll, a few of us had a welcome break the other evening as we cast our collective minds back to better days.
Our old school, the Bai Virbaiji Soparivala Parsi High School (BVS), housed in a proud building that stands on Abdullah Haroon Road in our now plagued city of Karachi celebrated the 150th anniversary of its founding — not a bad record in these days of constant change and turmoil.
An old saying goes that one’s school days are the happiest days of one’s life — well mine m