Jamia ka Tarana

Jamia ka Tarana

Apr 29, 2007

Past Tense....Sr.Sec School

During talimi mela in 1984, i took permission to acquire a small place to sale Omelet along with HZ.
Our investment was not much.
Bread & egg crates from Batla house SM's shop, few litre kerosene from home, stove, paper plates,stainless steel glass & a can of water.
We decorated our small table with omelet facilities & started.
Soon after finishing Guard of honour parade, i also join HZ on stall.
Omelet was a running item & by the afternoon of 29Th October, we have added one more feature on demand to our business.
Now, Omelet & tea....A corner where you get the taste with each sip & bite.
First day we attended 100 customers, increased to 250 to 300 on second day & by the closing hours we received two big orders from Late Shahid saheb (hindi teacher) & Akhlaque Saheb.
HZ & myself was very happy & we bought 6 additional egg trays by paying cash along with all required preambles.
Morning of 31st October 1984, was normal like any other morning, but we were happy for the coming profit in three days Talimi mela.
Preparation starts & then came a news..........................
Prime minister of India, Mrs. Indira Gandhi Shot dead by her body guards.
Every thing came to stand still, Climax of Talimi mela was winded like any other celebration or activity throughout Delhi.
Nation lost the leader & we lost our fortune.
It was our mistake or school's policy that we did not received any advance payment against the order.
We went to Shahid saheb & akhalaque saheb but to no result.
It was my first attempt to do a business & it came out as a total failure.
I was cursing the moment so as HZ, not realising loss to the nation.
I came to know the importance only after few days when all the forces were sent on borders & Government of India called all NCC cadets to do national duty in the absence of required Military & police.
I was one among many, witnessed impressions of cruel death on burnt & half burned bodies when humanity died all of a sudden & Delhi became the place of Evil.

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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