Jamia ka Tarana

Jamia ka Tarana

Apr 8, 2008

Jamia NCC

It is not possible to for me to leave sweet memories pertaining to JAMIA NCC.
Actually, I was collecting all other happening before key down episode related to NCC, NSS & BAL Bhawan outlet in Jamia middle school.
I don’t know exactly when I become interested in NCC but thing that fascinates me like other kids was foundation day parade in middle school campus.
Earlier we used to take small flags in our hand to gather near intersection of parks dividing middle from higher secondary school.
Later during 6th standard onwards, we used to escape & look at the heart throbbing march past (drill) from different angle.
It was fabulous to see cadets from all grades marching towards the centre stage to give SALAMI to VC.
Military drum, the scintillating beat (sare jahan se achcha, Hindustan humara), Army fit out with color full red & navy blue scarf, followed by senior division boys, girls, junior division boys & girls file.
With one beat of drum & a clear sound of (TUCK) from heels of the cadets.
29th October never comes in summer there fore it was always a nice weather to stand there in school lawns for hours to see people performs.
Once Cadet Company reached to destination, they ordered to stand in at ease.
Mean time, there were four pilots, wearing the NCC dress appears on bullets as VC’s escort.Approaching slowly like President of India goes for 26th January at raj path......continue

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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