I wonder, if any school in Delhi or elsewhere, offers "Baaghbani" (Gardening) as a subject/activity for their students in middle school?
But In JAMIA MIDDLE SCHOOL, you have option to choose Baaghbani (gardening) during 1977-78 or even before.
That was the reason when HASHMAT SAHEB asked in class room about baaghbani, then without hesitation i took it.
The area on the backside of middle school main building, from the corner of Mehmood manzil till Matbakh was then given for gardening purpose.
Although, later on it stretched up to the wall of Dr.Zakir hussain's tomb, but when we started it was limited & not very big in terms of width.
BABA DIN (the gardener) was our supervisor, guide & everything.
Ploughing the hard soil with spade & Axe wasn't an easy task, Boys & girls both took part in the operation & did the job well.
The whole class was divided in group of 4 students each, two to three bays to each group for the cultivation of CROP.
One bay for the seasonal flowers & other two for your choice of cash crop (palak,mooli, shaljam,gajar, gaanth gobhi,mirch) (spinach, radish, turnip,carrot,chilli etc).
After all hard work, the time came to see the results......Crop was ready, Hashmat saheb, given instruction to cut the crop.
We did that & then it comes to distribution.
We divided the portions for Head master saheb (AZAD RASOUL Saheb), hashmet saheb, all other teachers as a token of love, a portion for us to take home.
Rest was kept open for sale.
We never forget baba din in the whole process & he was offered with part of selling for all his hard work & guidance.
Apparently, all above seems to be an activity, but at this juncture of life.
It was meant for many things that a person faces in his life.
Hardship, fight with the circumstances & mould the things according to your right requirements,leadership quality,to understand responsibility,sharing, respect, acknowledgment & gratitude.
I cant explain, it meant too much for us.
I cant turn the turn the wheel back, it was wonderful time indeed.
I must say that "It can happen only in JAMIA", like "it happens only in India"
Another part of baaghbani will appear shortly...........
This blog is for all, belongs to JAMIA MILLIA ISLAMIA, Maulana Mohammed Ali Jauhar Marg, New Delhi.110025, India. Iam here to start posting the golden memories of student hood. There is no body without those unforgettable moments. So!! why to wait? lets begin from here. Who knows these memories from different people at different time in jamia turned out to be an asset!
Jamia ka Tarana
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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
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