Jamia ka Tarana

Jamia ka Tarana

Apr 10, 2007

Past Tense....Jamia Sr. Secondary school

It was the time of Talimi mela in 1985.
I was in X-C,famous in school for its extra curricular activities & later out standing academic results.
Other than two-second divisions all other student secured first division.
My self, HZ, BAM, MA, QMD, JA, KS& MS decided to open a stall during Taleemi maila & some how we got the permission from the school.
We started preparation for the big event.
Inspite of having no money we all managed to contribute Rs.100 each & total of Rs.800 to set up stall in talimi mela.
Like any other business we had strong competitors set up their stalls, E.g commerce dept, NCC etc.
The competition was tough, opponents were strong by money & marketing strategies & we were nowhere near to them except having high hopes & determination to achieve.
What to do? How to go for it? Etc were the unanswered question to be answered in no time.
We have given the name of our stall as “YOUTH STALL” & prepared the banner ourselves costing only stationary.
Finally the morning came.
Vice chancellor did the flag hoisting & after a nice heart throbbing March by NCC cadets, mela begins begins with a bang.
HZ& BAM were given the responsibility to make seekh kebabs, MA, KS & MS were responsible for the counter & cash along with MA & QMD to see the security & JA with me to do serving & preparation of chat papri & other issues.
There were no watertight responsibilities but we just arranged our self for that.
Some time BAM comes to coffee machine with MA & KS comes with me to make chat papri.We asked JA to concentrate out side because of his chocolate/heroic looks .
HZ was an expert in making kebab & every thing was smooth.
By mistake but with a great zeal we have invented,tasted & launched new variety for jamiaets & visitor of talimi mela.
It was named "Taan Jhaan".
Chicken based, well marinated & fried tikka type stuff.
Ripped the market & fetched a lot of fortune for us.
Accounts & NCC got envious due to our popularity.
The night came, MA with QMD stayed to guard & as usual QMD went to sleep resulting some body robbed our stall.
The morning was dedicated to count the losses.
Many things were missing & we bought raw material on debit to run the show.
I was knowing & BAM also pointed the suspects, but, we cant accuse them.
we waited till the night.
This time I stayed with BAM & recovered some of our losses in term of eggs & cold drinks from the neighbours.(commerce dept & NCC revealed later that they have stolen our items).

That night we offered our neighbours omelets & cold drink.
Prepared omelets from their cooking oil & gas & received their gratitude with big thanks.
It was nothing but tit for tat .
We never regretted but when shared with girls they condemned both of us.

It wasn't the end, NP father bought two dozen of bananas & to avoid carrying them he kept them in youth stall without our knowledge.
I thought they belongs to our neighbours & shared all bananas with members of youth stall including NP.
In evening, her mother came & found nothing except empty bag, then we saw many colors on NP’s face.
We learned Chori karna achchi aadat nahiN hai, Tit for tat is not the ultimate solution.
That was the time to learn, regret & again indulge in similar activity.
Any how, we had good profit in the end.
The profit that tends me & BAM to contest school election.

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Jamia ka tarana (english)

This is the land of my hopes
This is the land of my dreams
This is where men with zeal stayed
Men who answered the leaders' call
It is here that torn-off love
Found the cohesive chords
It is here that wayward passions
Formed into frenzied love
It is here that the wild tulip learnt
How to make the scar of heart aglow
This is the land of my hopes
This is the land of my dreams
This is the place of men of vision
And of those with a challenging thought
Every morning here is new
And every evening newer still
Different is this tavern
And different are its norms
Different are the dancing cups
And different is their dance
Here drinking begets thirst a new
And different is this tavern's call
This is the land of my hopes
This is the land of my dreams
Here, conscience is the beacon light
And conscience is the guide
Here is the Mecca of heart resides the guiding faith
Ceaseless movement is our faith
And blasphemy it is to stay still
Here, the destined goal is the march on and on
Here, the swimming urge seeks
Newer and newer storms
Restless wave itself is our resurrected shore

Translated by: Prof. M. Zakir