Jamia ka Tarana

Jamia ka Tarana

Jun 25, 2007

Past tense......Jamia Middle School

It was a fantastic chilled morning of January, a week after schools reopen after half yearly exams.

The class was 4th & section was B.

Hashmet saheb on routine home work check discovered that few pupil didn't finished their work.

He gets annoyed & asked for explanation.

The first student in his catch was"Yusuf".

upon asking yusuf replied as follows the reason for not completing the HW.

"I tried, didnt understand & so i went for fishing on okhla head & later did little swimming".

Now, this was totally indigestible for hashmet saheb that he did swimming.

Yusuf also realised the additives in his lie.

It was too late.

Hashmet saheb shouted "Mukhtar!!! Bring Mukhtari"
{Mukhtar was one of our classmate}
Yusuf directed to stand up facing wall till mukhtar returned with "Mukhtari"

Mukhtari was a fresh stick of bamboo tree with utmost flexibility, the bamboo tree(hub) was situated on the back side of school, in front of present jamia nursery & adjacent to Fine arts canteen.

Hashmet saheb hit Yusuf by stick & there was no sign of pain.

He hitted again & the same results.

He along with all of us were surprised because one hit of that stick can make any body scream.

He then ordered him to remove jersey he was wearing.

He removed the one to reveal another.

Hashmet saheb asked him to remove the second one & he did remove The second one to expose the third sweater!!

Little surprised & asked him to remove all.

Believe it or not!!!!

He has removed 16 nos leaving the 17th on his body.

Hashmet saheb then smiled & asked him to take all the clothes out from the table.

He spared him but loudly told everybody to refrain from lying in the future.

Although it looks like a simple episode but i want to key down this here due to one reason.

Yusuf discontinued education after one year & i got the news few years later that he died.

This small paragraph is homage to a lovely person with a good built & smily face, the only son of his father who once met me while i was in senior secondary school.

Father, a retired jamia employee, looked at me with empty eyes, hugged me & i felt the pain.

The grief of loosing son was clearly reflected through his wet eyes & fainted voice.

I never saw him since after & life continues as there was nothing happened.

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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