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[Emergency] The NAB Diaries -
Part One and Part Two
by Amer Nazir

Dec 14, 2007
by Amer Nazir
My name is Amer Nazir. I
live in exile in London. It
is a forced exile. I left
Pakistan as soon as NAB took
my name off the Exit Control
List after a period of three
years. If I had not left,
probably I would have also
disappeared forever like my
best friend Ahmed Shujaudin
– a leading architect.
God willing and the Teeth
Maestro permitting, I intend
to write about my journey
from a modest middle-class
background to one of the top
IT entrepreneurs of Pakistan
before I fell to the extent
that I became homeless. Once
a familiar face in the
so-called corporate social
circles in Karachi it came
to a point where no one was
willing to take my phone
call – after all, I was a
NAB accused. I was never to
be convicted but it did not
matter. The logic was
straight forward. If Shuja
had been kidnapped then
surely Shuja must have done
something terrible to cause
it or else at least deserve
it…
The scope of these four
narrations hopefully to be
published during the next
four weeks is to narrate a
very brief account of my
business journey, my labour
of love, after a briefest
possible introduction of
myself, the major space will
be given to my NAB
experience, the actual
inside account, and the
behaviour and the attitude
of our kings of the castle.
The hope is that some of you
may see a part reflection of
your own lives in this
account and it may perhaps
help you in some way.
Another hope is that once it
reaches the Free World and
once fully investigated the
world will realize that the
common Pakistanis have never
had the chance and that they
deserve an honest break.
There is also this hope to
try and shame the shameless.
And last but not least, and
though it is a long shot,
perhaps even Musharraf may
realise the extent of damage
he has done. He may finally
understand, that although it
is true for every
institution, but especially
when it comes to matters of
justice, a self-designed
system, a crude
accountability set-up which
is from day one formed on
principles that are outside
universally accepted rule of
law – is soon bound to
become abusive and corrupt
itself…
For the non-Pakistanis, NAB
is the acronym for The
National Accountability
Bureau. The flag ship of
Musharraf. The main reason
he gave for assuming power.
He said that the nation had
become too corrupt. NAB is
composed of serving and
retired army officers with
unlimited powers. They are
answerable to none. Present
in every major city, each
NAB office has a jail within
its compound where prisoners
are kept without any
possibilities of bail. Some
of them picked up from the
streets, most from their
beds at dawn. Several have
died during interrogations…
And lastly, my narration
will detail how a proud
Pakistani was forced to
claim asylum in his wife’s
homeland. Who although
married to a British
national for twenty years
had never applied for the
British nationality and had
instead sponsored his wife
for the Pakistani
nationality instead…
I belong to an educated
middle-class family which
never had sufficient savings
in the bank. I studied in
Cathedral School and then
Cadet College Hasanabdal and
finally Government College
Lahore. Now in retrospect,
when one has a 20 by 20
vision, I think I was naive
from the outset. I was not
ready to compromise. I could
never reconcile to the fact
that I could actually be
less than any high and
mighty that I came across. I
rejected constraints. I
could do anything… as long
as nature was just…
And then however it
happened, starting from a
salary of Rs. 1800 after
graduation, I eventually
became the Founding Director
of Hi-Tech Business Machines
at the age of twenty-four
and few years later it’s
Chief Executive. This
company was the first IBM
dealer in Pakistan and it
later re-launched Compaq in
the country as well. With
offices in Karachi, Lahore
and Islamabad it employed
100 personnel which were to
increase to 250 over the
years.
Hilinks Pak was my next
venture which launched
hilinks.com the first
international portal from
Pakistan that was accessed
in 56 countries. The first
cyber based financial
instrument the e-card was
also launched by this
company prior to Citibank.
The next milestone was the
first Telco-grade ISP in
Karachi called Hinet which
had twenty-five thousand
users before it was forcibly
closed down one day.
Collectively, the companies
were called the E-Tech Group
of companies. This set-up
was the only one of its kind
in the country. With an ISP,
a hardware and software
company, and an advertising
company in the portfolio,
and with products such as a
portal and an e-card about
to be granted credit and
debit function by
participating banks – all
this enabled the group to
conduct the first B2B and
B2C transactions in Pakistan
in local currency. Along
with many other firsts in
the market, the Group also
successfully managed remote
trading for the first time
on Karachi Stock Exchange on
a trial basis. It was
already providing access to
KSE at zero delay free of
cost to the visitors on
hilinks.com with the
assistance of Reuters.
The final glory of the group
was the mutual co-branding
of the e-card and the PIA
frequent flyer card with PIA.
This was announced in a
press conference by the COO
of PIA and myself. We had
already re-launched the PIA
site and had signed an
agreement that gave the
E-Tech Group rights to sell
PIA cargo space and
passenger seats on-line and
on a worldwide basis, manage
the last minute auction of
seats, and establish the PIA
call centre. Several
international travel related
industry partners including
hotels and banks showed
their interest to join the
alliance which would have
brought PIA at par with
modern airlines in terms of
customer services. It is
worthwhile to note here that
the E-Tech Group did not
charge any fee to PIA for
the services rendered. All
profits were based on new
and increased revenue
streams because of the turn
key solutions that we had
offered to implement. In
fact, the group saved PIA
one million dollars to start
with which otherwise would
have gone to a foreign
company when it linked the
sabre system with the
frequent flyer database.
And this was the stage when
NAB came in… and since then
PIA has struggled to follow
the vision that we gave
them… the actual outcome of
which is for the people to
judge themselves.
A burning ambition is an
excitement that does not let
you be. It sets you out on
strange adventures. On a
lonely path that promises
great fortunes in terms of
wealth, satisfaction, and
recognition. The concept of
being self-made seems as the
ultimate prize, a dream – at
the risk of waking up one
dreary morning to discover
that it is at best only a
rationalisation which is
suppose to somehow justify
the precious time that has
gone by unnoticed, when it
may even seem like a
half-hearted consolation,
perhaps even self-deception,
with the rewards coming too
late if they do come at all
and when too much cost has
already been paid in
advance. And yet the
yearning of a good life, of
a purposeful and eventful
life can still be felt in
the wake. Even when one is
forced to think that perhaps
inherited wealth is the only
solution – that it is the
only wealth that can be
truly enjoyed since it may
not demand much sacrifice or
responsibility… but yet
there will remain people
like me who will never draw
a line, who will never
learn, who will never be
content with whatever they
are born into, and they will
still attempt, they will do
it all over again no matter
what the cost until the very
end…
I did manage to have my
share of excitements. My
group provided the first
internet connectivity to
ICTN Asia and Musharraf gave
me a trophy, the photograph
was carried by all the major
newspapers. I had met
Musharraf earlier also at
parties when he was the
Corps Commander Mangla – but
that is another story… I was
also frequently invited to
dinners at the Governor
House when Soomro was
governor. We had contributed
financially and technically
to his Caravan Karachi
endeavour and he had given
me a trophy in recognition
at a public event at the
Governor House…
However, the worse aspect of
entrepreneurship especially
in a non-structured economy
is raising capital. The only
form of capital available is
through equity participation
and I don’t think there is
any need for me to say more…
this tells a story by
itself…
On assuming powers Musharraf
had declared IT as a major
sector for development that
his government would pursue.
Perhaps, he had been told by
his advisors that IT had the
potential of becoming the
cottage industry of Pakistan
and that we will soon beat
India at her own game – but
that did not mean that the
banks were ready to invest
in intangibles with there
being plenty of tangible
plots and textile loams
available for mortgage and
re-mortgage. The banks did
not find any consolation in
the human collateral either
– it being the most
inconsequential especially
when it comes to Pakistanis.
But there was no stopping
the Presidential courtiers.
On the last day of the first
ITCN, I was approached by
the convenors of the
exhibitions and was told to
declare at a press
conference that I had signed
foreign contracts worth US
35 million. I refused… A
month later, when I returned
from a presentation to the
Pakistani/American IT
entrepreneurs in Silicon
Valley, the first few
newspapers that my secretary
placed on my desk had
screaming headlines that
included my group having
signed major international
contracts for the said
amount… the statements came
from our Minister Dr Atta Ur
Rehman… this must have
pleased the President
tremendously even though not
even ten percent of this
revenue was ever expected to
realize and it did not also
in the end…
Coming back to raising
capital, a classmate from
Cathedral, a PIA captain,
had approached me several
times in the past to make
PODF which stands for
Pilot’s Occupational
Disability Fund and which is
the financial arm of PALPA
as my partner – but I had
refused each time… I had
personal reasons. My elder
brother is a PIA captain and
an ex-air force officer. And
I had walked out on him
several years ago, the
reasons for which I have so
far refused to publically
discuss in spite of much
provocation by the NAB
officers… I always told them
to ask my brother instead…
but his version was already
known and that too
officially and on paper… I
was a financially corrupt
man beside the several other
major flaws in my character…
which even to this day, when
not much has been left of me
and my family, he insists on
forwarding to newspaper
editors..
However, in 2002, just when
I was close to a partnership
deal with Faisal Investment
Bank which was later
absorbed by Faisal Islamic
Bank, my captain classmate
insisted day after day that
I should not allow a project
of national importance to
fall into the hands of
foreigners… and finally I
succumbed once he and the
PODF board assured me that
my brother will never have
anything to do with it…
I was burning with ambition
as usual. I was willing to
do anything that could make
my group achieve what I had
envisioned. The terms of the
new partnership were
unconventional but I was
willing to go to any extent
to see my dream come true.
PALPA did not pay me for my
fifty percent equity in
Hilinks that I passed on to
them – but it did not matter
to me, I was overjoyed that
they would invest to take
the project forward and that
they will also act as the
Lender Of Last Resort to the
group. However, they did pay
me for half the share
holding of Hi-Tech, and that
entire amount I deposited as
my equity in Hinet the next
day – the new company that
we formed immediately and
which owned the ISP… And as
time was to tell,
subsequently, PALPA also
refused to pay me salary for
the next two years as the
Chief Executive… for the
entire period of our
partnership. It is therefore
no wonder that having put
everything in a group that I
believed in, including the
proceeds from the sale of my
thousand yard house in
Defence Society, into a
business that I had nurtured
for eighteen years… I was
bound to become penniless
and homeless soon after…
My brother did not take the
news well when he heard
about the new partnership.
The events that were to
unfold in the next two years
therefore were a result of
some serious manoeuvrings.
The PALPA board came up for
elections every two years.
And this time, a very senior
captain named B was not sure
whether he would be able to
win or not. He had been
elected a few times in the
past and now wanted a last
stint as President before he
retired – but he was not
confident about winning this
time around since he had
just been acquitted from a
rape case… But there was
good news as well. The
entire country was excited
about the accountability
initiative in Pakistan and
the Chairman NAB was Captain
B’s personal friend, while
the Vice Chairman was my
brother’s colleague from Air
Force. It was a comfortable
setting – rather perfect in
fact, almost impossible to
ignore. Accountability was
the war cry in the streets
of Pakistan at the time.
People had developed fresh
hopes due to Musharraf’s
promises of eradicating
corruption forever. In their
minds they hoped to see the
corrupt swinging from trees
from their bedroom windows
when they got up in the
mornings – and at the same
time, it was also easy to
accuse anyone and be counted
amongst the moral… and thus,
it should not take much
imagination to guess what
happened next…
My brother and Captain B
declared in front of the PIA
captain community that the
current trustees of PODF (
serving captains) were
embezzling huge amounts of
money from the Group along
with me… and that they had
solid evidence. They also
declared that the Chairman
NAB had promised to put all
the culprits behind bars and
recover all the money… It
was to be honest a rather
battered old election slogan
but which now possessed a
fresh breath of life due to
the nation’s leader whose
own bread and butter
depended on it. And
therefore, it should not
come as a surprise that the
panel of vigilantes won the
election rather easily and
it now came upon them to
make good their election
promise…
There were a few technical
problems though. Firstly,
the case was outside the
mandate of NAB since
government, public or bank
funds were not involved.
Secondly, the Group had
signed arguably the biggest
co-branding in the country
and a contract that could
return the entire investment
within perhaps even a year,
and thirdly there were these
several audits… the latest,
a third-party audit,
conducted by Ferguson only
few weeks ago accounted for
each and every penny. And
then ironically, Ferguson
was also the auditor of
PALPA and PODF as well at
the time… there could not
have been any valid basis
for suspecting foul play.
Moreover, there could also
not be any doubts on any
other aspect such as the
viability of the project in
case even if someone was
blind to the PIA alliance
since there was present a
three-week old evaluation
report from Ferguson
Consultants in their
capacity as the local
partners of
PriceWaterHouseCoopers. The
report concluded that the
value of the group had
increased five fold even
prior to the PIA alliance…
The above was a difficult
preposition for NAB but the
command came from the top.
It had to be executed. And
therefore, the only weapons
in their arsenal, to start
with and for the next three
years, were the almost
fantastic stories by their
captain friends and the
personal testimony of an
estranged brother. Perhaps,
there was also this
overwhelming hope that I
might have made a mistake
somewhere which would
eventually be discovered.
Nonetheless, this was enough
for NAB to come into action.
They entered the picture
ruthlessly, and though for
the first year they out
rightly refused to hand over
any documentation in spite
of the fact that my name was
continuously on the Exit
Control List throughout this
period in later years they
became either too reckless
or else too arrogant and
started to leave a massive
paper trail as evidence. I
yet kept on challenging them
and once at a juncture of
extreme frustration, they
even opened a new and
completely un-related case
against me and my wife since
she was also a director in
the companies. And though
they blatantly refused to
charge us for any specific
crime once again or take us
to a court, they often
threatened to have my wife
extradited from UK since she
had left for London taking
our daughters to safety. As
usual, in this particular
case as well, the onus
remained on us, the accused,
to prove our innocence… at
times against unspecified
crimes – rather than the
other way around.
‘But Brigadier Abassi,’ I
once pleaded. ‘It has been
three years now.
Metaphorically speaking, no
dead body has been found so
far, neither has a murder
weapon been discovered, nor
is there any missing person
whom one can presume as
having been murdered, whose
body has been possibly
disposed and buried
somewhere – so can you
please tell me my crime?’
‘If we knew the exact
details… do you think you
would be sitting so
comfortably in that chair…’
was the reply.
* PART ONE -
http://www.teeth.com.pk/blog/2007/12/14/the-nab-diaries/
The NAB Diaries
- Part Two
Dec 23, 2007
by Amer Nazir
Part One has already
been published by Teeth
Maestro last week – and
which was subsequent to
a letter written by me
to the Chairman NAB
requesting for either
his resignation or else
for him to justify NAB’s
actions by making the
details of this case
public. A continued
silence from him can
only confirm that
integrity is not a
requirement in Pakistan
for the role of Chairman
NAB. And that NAB does
not have any right to
hold accountability
since it is corrupt
itself…
The other objectives of
these diaries are also
straight forward. One
only needs to read the
local and International
press to realize that
the army is yet being
made to seem as a better
option. Corruption by
the politicians is cited
as the reason. The third
and the most important
consideration, the
common man, is never
brought into the
equation. The debate
remains between the army
and the politicians –
almost as if the thought
of such a comparison was
appropriate… The issues
most under discussion
are nuclear weapons and
terrorism, the common
man still does not
figure as much…
In a civilized society a
single miscarriage of
justice that concerns a
common man is
highlighted as much as
the news of a celebrity.
Prime Ministers are made
accountable, systems are
changed, it does not
matter whether it is
Labour which is in power
or the conservatives,
the fundamental
principles of governance
reign supreme.
It is not the manifesto
of the political parties
that alone will change
Pakistan. The common
stories by common
Pakistanis can also
force whoever is in
power to take notice. As
it is, the most damaging
legacy of the last eight
years is that the world
has been made to believe
that the general
Pakistani public is
irresponsible,
illiterate, corrupt and
almost inhuman and
therefore needs special
treatment. The concept
of Human Rights is out
rightly rejected… It is
therefore now time to
tell the world the
actual state of affairs
– that, which Benazir,
Nawaz and the Chaudhrys
may not be able to tell…
Musharaff will
definitely not…
It is hoped that similar
stories will appear more
and more to force the
world to re-think – to
take the most important
party in Pakistan into
consideration… Failing
this, governments will
come and go but nothing
will change. We will
always remain at the
mercy of whoever may be
ruling us…
They seem strange. The
NAB offices. I was
repeatedly summoned to
the ones at Karachi and
Lahore. Both share an
ambience, the charade is
same as well, only
buildings and cities
differ.
A NAB setup is
incomparable. It is
unique. If the spirit
underlying a court of
law is justice for
instance – this is not
what NAB proposes. There
is a vast difference
between Justice and
Accountability. One
boasts the number of
reliefs it grants, the
other the number of
convictions. The first
bases its outlook on the
rule of law, the other
on self-righteousness.
One is focused on the
means towards an end,
the other solely on the
end itself.
Both the Karachi and the
Lahore NAB offices are
housed in large
complexes. The one at
Lahore was a palace once
and takes lead in terms
of grandeur, its
rightful owners having
abandoned it to cross
over to India at the
time of partition, and
it seems as if it is
ill-fated to this day.
However, irrespective of
the architectural
arrangements the
procedure to receive an
accused is standard at
every NAB location. They
are told at the main
entrance to deposit
their identity cards,
mobile phones and other
personal effects in
boxes placed at the
reception. In return one
is given a slip that has
to be signed by the
summoning officers.
Failing which there is
no way to leave the NAB
premises. In other
words, an unsigned
visitor slip is nothing
short of an arrest
warrant that does not
care for any legal
formalities. The best
place to locate an
accused nay to imagine
him otherwise would then
be in the prison that
each NAB office has
within its compound… The
procedure speaks for
itself. It is a cruel
design. No one entering
a NAB office can be sure
whether he will return
within the hour or after
months or even years and
that too if he is lucky.
And if this is not
overwhelming enough,
before entering the main
office block, an
unavoidable glance at
the prisoners taking
their daily walk in the
veranda of the adjacent
block achieves the rest
– the sight being only a
bit less spectacular
than the image of an
orange suit at
Guantanamo Bay which we
are now so much used to
seeing that it has
stopped having an
impact.
On entering the office
block, the scene however
changes dramatically.
One can see serving and
retired defence officers
going about their
business, darting in and
out of corridors as if
in a normal office. All
have an executive smile
on their lips, and
certain gentleness in
their manner. A game of
make-belief seems to be
the best way to describe
the atmosphere. Each
officer behaves as if he
is a cross between an
International corporate
attorney from whom no
anomaly has ever slipped
unnoticed and a Wall
Street broker that can
unravel the most crooked
balance sheet that may
exist – and yet they are
a different lot
altogether once behind
closed doors, during
interrogations, this is
when they reveal their
full glory and are most
brave.
One can imagine some of
the more distinguished
accused to have even
found it amusing. The
behind-doors behaviour
of the officers is
predictable and is
becoming of them but the
acquired demeanour of
cool corporate
executives is too
artificial and surreal.
In my case, the officers
somehow reminded me of
my House Master at
Hasanabdal who was bad
news even when he
smiled. One could not be
sure. There could follow
either a congratulatory
pat on the back or a
resounding slap on the
face – each being as
predictable as the
other. Though, the smile
would remain
undisturbed. The logic
behind either of the two
actions could not be
challenged either. Each
was backed by authority.
To add to the
atmosphere, a yet
another distinctive
characteristic of a NAB
office is the presence
of a chart on each
officer’s desk which
states both the latest
number of cases taken up
so far and the latest
number of convictions.
Designed like a desk
calendar, the chart
stands upright and
glares at each and every
visitor. NAB’s declared
objective is hundred
percent results – a
conviction for each
case. The two numbers
are therefore brought
close at the slightest
pretext. A conviction
spreads a feeling of
relief amongst the staff
whose careers might be
on line… A stinker is
issued if a case does
not result in
conviction.
Colonel Abbasi (retd)
was the officer assigned
to my case. I was to
learn later that it was
a special privilege
since apart from his
other qualifications he
was also the first
cousin of Brigadier
Abbasi the over all in
charge of the
investigation
department.
It was common for
Colonel Abbasi to summon
me and interrogate me
for hours. He had
actually stopped asking
questions after the
first interrogation that
had lasted for nine
hours. Now, he only
threatened. ‘I will put
you through so much
mental and physical
torture that you will
not survive,’ he would
say. ‘Even if the
alphabets N.A.B are
carved on a tree this
means that that
particular tree is
destined to whither and
die…’
During the first
interrogation he had
asked where I had hidden
the money and I had
demanded to be told how
much was missing in the
first place. On this he
had advised me not to
act smart if I wanted to
avoid spending the rest
of my life in a dark
cell… ‘I have audits
reports from several
auditors,’ I had added.
His prompt reply was
that he will soon get
the auditors as well…
After nine hours, once
it was time for the
Colonel to go home he
asked me if there was a
solution to this…
Imagine an accused being
asked for a solution… I
quietly said that I will
leave the country
forever if the PIA
Captains returned my
assets… and equally
surprising was the fact
that the Colonel also
quietly said that he
will communicate this to
his superiors…
‘I am going to the civil
court,’ I told him once.
‘That may only happen if
you ever survive NAB’s
tentacles,’ was the
answer. ‘The chances of
your surviving NAB do
not seem very
bright…they never are…’
By this time, I could
not afford to pay the
house rent and had
shifted to my sister’s
flat. My cars were also
taken away by the
leasing company, the
Managing Director of
which was my friend and
neighbour. I had offered
him a solution but
confiscating the cars by
sending armed men at my
sister’s place to add to
the eighty percent
already paid on the cars
was more feasible. It
meant more profit for
his company. Through
out, my name remained on
the Exit Control List of
course. And all this
time, my wife and
daughters were alone in
London, they would have
been totally forsaken
had it not been for the
support of the British
government.
They were yet better
off. In Pakistan, my
telephone was taped, and
there was every day a
new rumour that the PIA
captains had arranged
for me to be picked up
any day. The propaganda
was relentless. It
continued for the next
three years. All my
staff was also summoned
to the NAB offices and
asked to furnish my weak
points… Did I drink? Was
I ever seen with a woman
other than my wife…? Am
I known to gamble at the
tables? The auditors
were also summoned and
offered a leeway if they
were to disown their
audits… Instructions
were sent to each and
every bank and housing
authority within the
country to furnish
details of assets that I
may own – whether there
was anything
undisclosed. In the
meantime I was made to
sign on documents which
stated that if any
discrepancy in my
statements was ever
discovered it would
automatically mean five
years imprisonment
without the possibility
of bail or appeal – and
which is according to
NAB laws ratified
through an ordinance. It
is a standard term for
providing misleading
information to NAB…
managed somehow. I
believed in Divine
Justice. Yet there were
times when the pressure
would be overbearing and
I would escape to Lahore
although I was told not
to travel without prior
permission. Sleeping
every night with the
thought that they could
come anytime, more so at
the time of dawn, does
get to a person after
some time.
During one of the visits
to Lahore, through a
civilian friend who was
working in NAB, I was
approached by a certain
Colonel Asif. He seemed
to be a nice man who
informed me that he was
the head of NAB’s
counter-intelligence.
According to him, both
Brigadier and Colonel
Abbasi were doing this
at the behest of the PIA
Captains although my
case was not within
NAB’s jurisdiction. To
me, this did not come as
great surprise since
Brigadier Abbasi
belonged to the Aviation
corps.
Colonel Asif promised me
relief if I was brave
enough to go through his
plan. He took me to an
ISI safe house in Garden
Town where I was met by
a civilian ISI officer
named Zohair. A
recording device was
then attached to the
phone, and I was made to
call Colonel Abbasi in
Karachi. I asked Abbasi
if there was any way for
me to get off the hook.
I said that I could not
take the punishment
anymore. Colonel
Abbasi’s reply was
recorded. He said that
this was only possible
if I were to seek
forgiveness from the
PALPA board and to not
make any demands for my
assets. Moreover, it was
also expected of me to
leave Pakistan for good
once my name was taken
off the ECL. The last
demand was easy to
understand. PALPA would
not have been able to
justify my being a free
man. On the other hand,
telling its community
that I had absconded
from the country was the
best possible solution.
Both Colonel Asif and
Zohair were excited.
Asif congratulated me
and asked me to await
his next instruction. He
said that before taking
the next step he had to
at first brief his chief
and acquire his
blessing… The next
morning however, Asif
sent me a message from
Islamabad. He said that
he had seen my file only
now and that my case was
much more serious than
he had thought… and
perhaps it was out of
sympathy that he also
disclosed the
information that Colonel
Abbasi was already in
knowledge of the
taping…
I think what saved me
from being picked-up,
whether judicially or
extra-judicially, was
the fact that my wife
and daughters were
British. Another reason
could be the internal
politics within NAB.
Some officers did not
agree with what was
going on…
The companies during
this time were in
doldrums. I was still
the Chief Executive and
fifty percent share
holder. It was because
of this that I was now
summoned to the NAB
offices in Karachi. The
Vigilante captains were
there. And then right
there, at the NAB
offices, I was given an
offer. I was to sell my
equity at a price of 10
million. Earlier the
captains had offered me
more than 45 million for
fifty percent of my
share holding to which I
had reluctantly agreed.
As per
PriceWaterHouseCoopers
the value of my shares
was four times more. But
subsequently the
Captains had refused to
honour their commitment
although we had put our
signatures to it…
However, the stance of
the vigilante captains
was the same as before.
I was to either take the
now decreased offer and
that too in 12
instalments or else face
dire consequences. In
reply, I told the
captains to stuff their
offer and turning
towards Colonel Abbasi I
asked if I was allowed
to go home. He said that
I could leave but that
only God can now save me
from a terrible fate…
The next day I filed
cases of recovery and
defamation in the courts
of Lahore and Karachi
against the PIA
captains… Colonel Abbasi
was furious. He made it
a point to summon me to
NAB each time there was
a court hearing…
Up to then, I was averse
to approaching the high
and mighty that I
personally knew. I was
still under the illusion
that NAB would be forced
to do justice once it
would realize that I
could not be scared into
submission. But now I
approached Lt General
Qadir Baluch who was
Governor Baluchistan at
the time and with whom I
had played golf at the
Karachi Defence Golf
Club in the past.
Sitting in his bedroom
at the Baluchistan
House, General Qadir
only looked up once I
had finished telling my
story. ‘Why did you not
come to me earlier?’ He
said. ‘You had a lovely
home, a nice family, why
did you let them destroy
everything, why did you
take one full year to
reach me?’
General Qadir then asked
the operator to get
Brigadier Abbasi on the
phone and once connected
he patiently heard the
Brigadier’s side of the
story. ‘Only one
question Abbasi,’ the
General spoke half an
hour later,’ Why did you
offer to drop the cases
against him if he were
to sell his shares
cheaply. What was the
reason? And what has
stopped you from putting
him in the jail if he is
such a big crook…?’
And this was when
Brigadier Abbasi started
to stammer. In response
the General became
abusive. ‘Abbasi, have
some fear of God,’ he
said. ‘How much more are
you guys going to
compromise the
uniform…?’ And before
slamming the phone the
General said that he
will talk to the
President next day.
However, a few minutes
later, there was a call
from DG NAB, Major
General Ijaz Bukshi.
General Qadir took the
call in the other room
but seemed very angry
when he returned.
‘Bukshi will see you in
a few days,’ he said to
me. And then after a few
minutes silence the
General remarked that
all this was being done
on the instruction of
Chairman NAB Lt General
Munir Hafeez…
Major General Bukshi
came from around his
desk to shake my hand a
few days later. An ashen
faced Brigadier Abbasi
sat in front of the
General’s desk. General
Bukshi seemed more like
an English Man. ‘English
medium type’ as we used
to call them in our
younger days…
The General came to the
point at once. He
profusely apologized for
all that had happened to
me and enquired if I
wanted to have my
business back. I replied
that all I wanted now
was to get my share of
the money and leave the
country for some time at
least. At that Bukshi
looked at Abbasi and
came near to swearing.
Addressing him he said,
‘If people ever find out
how NAB is being used to
settle personal scores
they will even refuse to
spit on us…’
Bukshi then gave
instructions for 15 million
to be transferred in my
account within the next few
days – he said that this was
the best he could do for me
at the moment. Surprisingly
however, Brigadier Abbasi
still had the courage to
object. ‘The captains
managing the PALPA board
will never agree to pay him
anything,’ he said. ‘In case
they were to pay him even a
dime their community will
take them to task. Now that
the business has been closed
down the community will
demand to know why the PALPA
office bearers had lied to
them and had allowed Two
hundred million to go down
the drain…’ PALPA has got to
have some face saving,’ he
continued. ‘Up to now, they
are promising their
community that the entire
investment will be recovered
once the properties of the
accused have been
confiscated.’
And then suddenly, for the
second time that week, I
heard Brigadier Abbasi being
mercilessly abused. The
expletives having ended,
General Bukshi told
Brigadier Abbasi to deposit
the money in my account no
matter how and to strike my
name off the ECL…
That day, I came out of NAB
and started my packing. I
also rang up my daughters in
London and told them I was
on my way.
Three days later, General
Qadir was asked to resign by
President Musharaff for some
political reasons.
General Bukshi refused to
see me again. Brigadier
Abbasi denied that there
ever was any settlement when
contacted on my behalf by an
army officer. ‘Who will
believe his words against
that of a General and a
Brigadier?’ was his famous
reply.
A few weeks later, I and my
wife, as she was also a
Director in the group, were
both named as accused in the
forex fraud cases that had
recently taken the country
by storm. A warrant for
arrest was issued in my name
by the Security Commission
of Pakistan. The state bank
and the FIA were also
actively involved in this
case although the main lead
was retained by NAB.
I or my wife had never
traded in Forex. The only
possible connection we had
with Forex was that the
forex cases were also being
headed by Brigadier Abbasi…
* PART TWO -
http://www.teeth.com.pk/blog/2007/12/23/nab-diaries-part-two-2/
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