Jamia senior secondary school-Razi Ahmed Farooqui

After final examination in 12th standard engineering entrance was standing like a monster.

No guidance, nothing predefined other than a small guide costing IRs.40 was the only way to understand pattern of engineering entrance.

Agreed with Shareef & Razi Ahmed Farooqui to do joint preparation, we figure out Razi's house in noor nagar was a perfect place to sit & concentrate on entrance.

His house was empty as parents were off on summer vacation & there fore it was a fantastic place without any hitch.

morning session don't have any problem as music, tea & preparation for exam always go smoothly but problem comes when lunch time arrive!

Some time from hotel in noor nagar but Shareef was very fond of DOSA.

Whenever we try to discuss & finalize what to eat then without any delay Shareef propose DOSA.

Not, always but some times we do agree with him to try dosa at community centre.

It was IRs.4 per masala dosa those days.

Razi used to open his drawer to take his share where he had around 100 rupees change before we go & enjoy dosa.
One time, two time......why should we spend money on dosa?
There after we keep on enjoying Dosa till one day Razi discover about our mischiefs when his money fully disappeared from drawer!
He went little mad but took it lightly & we all agreed to compensate him by exempting to pool any money for next week.
Actually, it never happened & he keep paying as usual.
Our presence in his house widely spread & we got companions from neighbour hood.
Those were Asjad majeed & BAM.
Asjad has chosen to take admission in BUMS rather going for engineering while BAM continue to prepare for entrance.
Razi was little fat as compare to me, asjad, shareef with almost equal height.
One day he we saw him wearing a nice light pink shirt!
It was a nice shirt & i asked him to give me for one day. he out rightly rejected my request & told to go & buy as he like that & cant share with any one.
He left on his bicycle & i took recourse to have that shirt at any cost!
Tried in community centre but didn't get the right one.
Returned dejected on my bicycle, with desire, i went towards noor nagar to meet razi but he wasn't at home!
Since summer was on peak therefore i decide to go inside to have some chilled water.
Infact, we all were aware where razi used to keep his house keys, so i took it & went inside.
While drinking water i saw the same pink shirt hanging inside room.......A lightning idea flashed in my mind & took his shirt & went straight to my house.
With a pre planned scheme, i sat on sewing machine & stitched the shirt according to my size & cut the additional portion to curb any doubt later!
Did ironing & it was ready for my use.
After noon we met againg & razi, shareef, Asjad & BAM were delighted to see my shirt.
Razi exclaimed & said this exactly look like my shirt!
I was smiling from inside.
Suddenly he took time out & went inside his house, came back with multicolor face.
He said in anguish that his shirt is missing!
He pointed out at me & said you have taken my shirt & i refused his claim.
He then asked me to take it off for checking.
We went inside & i took off my shirt.
He examined & returned back the shirt with uncomfort & doubt.
He was not convinced but cant do any thing because it was not of his fitting.
After few weeks in a good mood after listening many complaints from Razi that his shirt disappeared since i bough new shirt.
Decided to end the suspense, i revealed him that his shirt although disappeared, however, it still exist, he asked where?
I told him that the one i wear was actually his shirt.
While i was making the statement, razi's mouth was wide open with a disbelief.
He said, he was always doubtful that i took his shirt but there was a logic for not believing that.
I asked him the logic.
He said, Morning time shirt was with him & afternoon time it wasn't, infact the one which i weared was smaller in size & it was beyond imagination as all the tailor shops closed during noon time & no one can do repair in such a short time!!!!
Then i told him that he is absolutely right but some time things can be solved with a simplicity without complications.
He put the right logic but i did the job of a tailor.
Although little angry with the act, finally he salute the art & offered me the shirt as gift.
Since that time, he never forget the episode & iam sure if he read this he will be delighted to share this with his wife & kids.
It is not very important to mention that we always finished sweets without his permission that he used to hide in the cupboard which was sent by his relatives quiet oftenly from Lucknow.
I met razi last time few years back on Batla house chowk.....he was in Delhi that time but i heard recently about his presence in KSA.
Trying to find out his contacts.

Crazy friend Akbar......Jamia senior secondary school

Mohammed Akbar

Few years back i was in Delhi during my terminal leave & relaxing after short escape from Dubai.
One day,
Akbar called me & asked what iam doing in evening?
I said nothing much!
He offered me a dinner old Delhi.
I agreed.
Out of context & previous experience, i asked him how many people & how to reach there?

Without hesitation, he stated to take master ji (mohammed shareef) & take rickshaw to reach okhla railway station.
From railway station, pick local to reach old Delhi railway station.
From old Delhi railway station, hire Tonga to reach near by place & then leave Tonga in near vicinity to cover remaining distance by walking.
I told him, Are you crazy?
Why don't we take auto rickshaw & reach the place?
He remain adamant to go there only the way he has planned & shareef ( The Dosa King),was part of it.
I refused & said, iam not in college life now & please you also come out.
I know you & shareef are jamia employee but don't you think its too harsh for me & nihari to spend these efforts & time in commuting?
I know even i refused, both of them might have went there as per their wish & plan.
This was AKBAR, my sarcastic, crazy friend.

If i talk about honesty, i will find akbar on top of the list.
He is so nice, humble, honest, lovable & most of time intolerable friend of mine.

You will be surprised to know that he used Halliday & Resnik books when we were trying to understand the contents of NCERT physics book.
Moreover, he was the only guy expert in collecting & referring to foreign writers during our school times.
He was hard working person, very responsible & ready to do any thing for friends & friendship.
For example, if he has money to deposit school fee & he found one of us wants to eat kebab then without thinking twice, he will pay kebab bill rather retaining the same to pay school fee.
Never mind if he gets punished for late fee later on.
He is the one who sacrificed his whole career just to understand few fundas of physics in XII standard.
I learned few things from him & the most imortant was NOT TO GIVE UP.
When the going gets tough then the tough gets going.
He used to work as a porter at Delhi air port at night to sustain his education expenses & day time, he was the first to arrive in school!
Smiling, full of energy all the times.
Many people among my friends used Akbar for their benefits & despite knowing the facts, he never yelled & complain.
He is source of inspiration & energy for many, but unfortunately his education career came to an abrupt halt during 1987.
Our friendship didnt stopped there & Akbar was part of my life since then.
He joined JMI later on as an employee & recently looks & behave like a government employee.
But, there is person inside Akbar, looking for freedom from busy life schedule.
I saw a darkness in his eyes, like a boy become adult in childhood.
I saw many of his dreams trying to come out but he is holding them tight just to fulfill his obligation & responsibilities to his family.
Last time when i went india for 7 days in 2005, i didnt get time to meet him.
This time i will try........
One more thing about akbar.
B.A.M( one of Akbar's friend) asked him few years back to make passport, so that we can call him Dubai.
Since he is governmnet employee therefore it can be easy for him to get long leave like others.
Akbar said, he doesnt have money, so BAM given him that money.
As usual we used to eat out at night & these times akbar was very happy to pay all the bills.
Suddenly, one day BAM asked him, did he submitted passport form?
He smiled & told that all the money he spend by paying food bills.
I know BAM is one of those friend of Akbar, who never used him.
Akbar, he is simply great like great mughal emperor Akbar.
He is king by heart.
I pray to ALLAH to make his life easy & give him a life partner to experience family life.

Next time i will post some thing about Shareef (The dosa King), Internal student, topper & now Reader in Jamia Engineering college.

Math paper leak in 1989

It was engineering second year & final exams were near.
People like me went underground as to cover up lost time invested in college canteen to avoid a shameful result.
It was a trend to go back to studies at least 40-50 days before exams & we did the same.
Although we got rid of Physics but mathematics was again there in second year & it was an uphill task.
I was doing preparation with other guys while came to know that Math paper is out!
To avoid labour, we also went in Que to break the code & get the paper before.
Tried many contacts but no result!
One day left!
Preparation were nothing except two sample paper (model paper).
Then one of my colleague broke the silent with a good news that he knows the person who has the paper.
We decided & contribute whatever in pockets to buy maths paper.
There was a condition!
Only one person is allowed & he will get the paper to have a look on spot write every thing on note book with a warning of not revealing it to any one!
It was an easy thing for us, we got the question paper & asked one of the brilliant engineering student to come & solve it.
One of our friend Ejaz Ahmed, refused to look into it & went along with his preparations.
Any how, Brilliant student came, solve the question paper & we got every thing in our mind.
It was party time, Nihari roti in Batla house was not less than a feast that night.
We talked about so many things & slept without exam tension.
Next morning i left for examination center, i found many of my friends but no body was interested in talking to each other as we used to do before any paper.
Actually i was also not interested in talking to any one as the whole questionnaire was in my mind & i was in hurry to solve those questions.
Finally the moment arrived & invigilator distributed the math paper.
I took it from his hands, opened the fold quickly & suddenly it seems that some punched me on my face.
I went blank!
It was a shock & i asked invigilator to check whether this is the one for us?
Is it not for people appearing for compartment?
He smiled & said, there is no mistake at all & this is mathematics question paper for BSc.Engineering II year.
It was just like that some one punctured the inflated balloon with only difference that no body has heard the blast!!!!
I looked around & found majority of students in the same state as of mine.
With lot & lot of difficulty i attempted 04 questions out of 5 compulsory with an uncertainty to have 03 correct to get me green pass.
Not more than 90 minutes & i was out of the examination hall.
I found most of them outside, now talking, abusing & cursing.
I joined the group.
I saw Ejaz Ahmed coming out smiling.
He took us to muzaffar bhai ki canteen for console.
There was nothing to say, the man ran away who sold the paper & there was no paper leaked that year.
It was simply a trap made for the purpose to earn money.
At least 85% students got compartment in second year mathematics, fortunately i was among those 15% lucky students who got the green pass without compartment.
Quite often Ejaz Ahmed used to smile on us whenever we talk about that particular instance & happening.
Some time over smartness give negative results & short cut cause only PAIN.