Jamia ka Tarana

Jamia ka Tarana

Apr 22, 2007

Past tense.....Sr.Sec.School

Since English as a subject starts only at grade-V, you can feel heat in higher secondary school.
Not from your side, but few individuals in teaching staff makes you feel while comparing to those migrated from convent or public schools.

I remember XII Sc A, when one of the respected teacher needs the attention of back benchers to the topic.
As usual we were the part of so called back benchers not because we need, but we were pushed back by our teacher there.
Front seats were occupied on personal merit mostly by girls.
Nevertheless we were little ignorant to his advise due to his deviation from the subject.
That particular day he started well but skipped the subject & went on to tell us the calories content in a slice of bread!
On further emphasis, he claimed that only one slice of bread can give you as much energy so that you can run from class room to holy family hospital.
Now, this was indigestible for us.
I raised my voice & told him if he can go up to the school gate by having one slice of bread!!!
He became RED.
Asked, who was he?
No reply from back benchers......
He went out of control & asked the whole row to get out from the class.
Just before leaving, he, remind us........
"Go to your respective parents & tell them, you will never become engineers".
we came out happily, went to muzaffar bhai ki canteen & forget his comments.
After examination, result came.
Many front benchers did not qualify the eligibility criteria to appear in engineering entrance.
All back benchers appeared & cleared entrance exam, got admission, leaving balance front banchers failed to secure engineering seat except for two girls.
One day,
We all sat together & try to work out free coaching classes for XII Sc students to avoid difficulties what we have faced.
Those days, there were only two coaching centers, one JMI(free) & other run by One of our chemistry teacher Mr.Malik Sarwar Khan (handsome fee).
We have worked out plan, agreed with few lecturers in engineering to provide coaching & went to senior secondary school to get permission to use class rooms.
Our surprise, we found the same teacher as "care taker principal".
We explained our motive & cause to help.
Unfortunately, he took everything other way round & conveyed to us that our intentions are not good & passed a derogatory comment.
( i will not mention his comments)
Before leaving, i stopped & remind him some thing that happened in the past.
I said, i always felt sorry for what i did in the class room, but you must understand & change the way of your thinking.
He recalled that episode & i mentioned to him, all the back benchers are now engineering students & want to contribute & help fellow students/juniors.
I still remember, he never felt ashamed of his stand.
This is what happens with so called "Care Takers"!!!! Like Nim hakim khatrae jaan.... (within months he was restored again as a teacher).
After denial we saw many students starve to gets proper coaching within jamia campus for many years due to financial & other problems.
It also leads to the reduction of internal percentage in engineering.
Iam not against the teacher in any regards, but to the mental block that prevent fresh air to flow in.
Allama Iqbal said in a beautiful way..
Aiine nau se darna, tarze kohan pe addna
manzil yehi katthin hai, qaumoN ki zindagi meiN.

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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