Jamia ka Tarana

Jamia ka Tarana

Aug 26, 2007

Jamia middle school...(english)

It is a month since i posted something here, As usual busy schedule!!

It will be a total injustice if i don't mention the name of Ms.Razia yunus during the journey to Jamia middle school.
She came new when we entered in class V in 1979-80.
I mentioned previously that English as a subject starts in class V while Hindi commence in class III.
She was one of the good & since teacher we ever come across in middle school, so passionate & humble with sweet strictness.
Very keen in making every body understand much of the subject during class.
Since it was just a beginning, there fore excitement mixed with difficulty to understand a new language.
Her pet word was "Kachra", whenever she disagree or not happy with any student.
"Good boy", "Good girl", in case she pleased with some one's performance.
I still remember the good students of English in class, soofia khatoon, irfan ul aziz, irshad hameed, Aijaz zaidi, zia haider etc were prominent among all.
One day Razia madam asked me & aijaz to prepare a poem for morning assembly.
This instruction was not lesser than to step on a live bomb.
Just begun with ABCD & our madam want us to prepare & present a poem in morning assembly!!!
"Baba black sheep have you any wool" sounds very simple & easy now.
It was one of the hardest task for us at that time.
No second chance, no error & pronunciation must be perfect in conjunction with proper rhyme.
Reluctant, nervous & almost shaking while practising the same in the class.
Three days for practise before the showdown.
I couldn't sleep that night & so was aijaz.
Written on paper, we waited for our term......
Tilawat, hadees......................NAZM,
Our heart beat went on peak, whistling ears & tense body proceeded towards mic.
Good Morning every body, my name is Zubair, my name is Aijaz zaidi, we are from class VA and we would like to sing a poem...
Baba black sheep.............
I don't remember how we have finished that.
What we heard was a clear sound of clapping while running toward our row after finishing the poem.
It was for the first time that an English poem was read in school assembly & we have made this record.
It wasn't a record, actually it was a daunting task, well prepared, presented & extolled by many.
Altough, both me & aijaz went through a mental fatigue during the whole time period.
Razia madam was happy to achieve a mile stone & she also praised us.
We came into the list of her "good boys".
She was our English teacher up to VI standard & then we switched to Niyaz saheb.
I have no hesitation to mention that our progress of English as a subject remain constant as it was in class VI even after we have passed class VIII & entered into jamia higher secondary school, where few discrimination rather challenges were waiting for all of us.
I still rate Ms.Razia yunus as my best english teacher.

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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