Jamia ka Tarana

Jamia ka Tarana

Apr 29, 2007

Past tense....Middle School

One of my acquaintance now & friend during school days get famous with many nick names like Bel patthar etc....
I know the reason why he was called bel patther & there are two happenings to conclude his nick.
Happening#1: After school time,Noon time of scorching heat during summer season, i was with him & many were trying to fetch Bel Patthar from the tree situated next to baghbaani of middle school & near to mushtaq bhai's house & cricket net practise pitch.
We were trying very hard by throwing stone to target the fruit.
Suddenly one bel patthar fel from the tree & before any alert directly hit the head of our friend.
Bel Patthar@ 1kg in weight & free fall from at least 20 feet might have resulted in cracked scull, but to our surprise, Nothing happened to him & he behaved like a normal person then.
One of our companion immediately given him the nick of BEL PATTHAR.
Happening#2: The same fellow tried to play cricket.
He equipped himself with all available protection during the friendly match between VII & VIIIth class.
He took the guard & the bowler was Nahid, fast medium from Ghafoor basti.
He went to his bowlers mark, start running, came to the wickets & bowled a shorter delivery.
Our friend swung his bat.
Fielders heard a noise of striking the ball with something.
The way he swung the bat, fielders expecting a big shot on the ON side, but there was no ball there!!!
Suddenly wicket keeper looks up & found the ball coming from the sky & he caught it.
Actually, Our friend misjudge the ball & it struck his scull & went up.
We all ran towards him & he shakes his head & told us.....Every thing is OK.
It was the time when many called him by this name & even today.
I will mention his name after few days, if no objection to the content received from him.
You never know, when people go offended even for real happenings!!!!!!!!!!

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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