Jamia ka Tarana

Jamia ka Tarana
Showing posts with label Journey to middle school-8 (one day school). Show all posts
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Apr 8, 2007

Past Tense....Middle School

Ever heard of Students managing school & teacher are off for the day?
ONE DAY SCHOOL or Khuli hawa ka madarsa was the prominent feature of Jamia Middle School.
I don't know whether it continue to present day or not.
However, if not then you can see through your imagination here.
On particular day,every year teachers,administrative staff & non teaching staff enjoy a day on picnic leaving school completely on the shoulders of students, to manage.
You can feel the day while you enter school, neat & clean walkways, classrooms, offices & toilets.
Principal of school: president of students union
Vice principal : student
Teaching staff, administrative staff, non teaching staff : All students
Even sweeper's responsibility carry by the male & female students.
Classrooms have different information displayed with cut outs, posters,banners and also models.
All the hostels are in competition with each other to stand first in displaying the artisan & artworks of many forms.
Science museum have altogether different look, where innovative designs, miniature prepared by students are on display.
Art & craft class rooms also have their unique attraction & in common room you find Flower show.
During recces time you go to sadar darwaza & enjoy snack from "BachchoN ka khwancha" at reasonable price.
The day full of activities & excitement always ended with a pack of sweets.
There are numerous episode related to it.
I will try to key down few later .

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