"SIR" was the word with which i used to call him.The story goes back to a dark ,snowy morning when a fresher was scouring the silent, streets of karannagar...
YAPEEARI HAZ "TOHI MAHAZ PAI YE BASHIR CHEMISTRY KATIAN PARNAAWAAN"??
And after some time i found myself in front of a man,aging approx 35,clean shaven,
glaring at me with his deep, soul piercing gaze that would have melted an 18 carat pure gold..
"AAPH KAHAAN SE AAYE HAIN???"were the words of the man who opened the door ...I tried to reach for my breath and in a very faltering tone said "sir admission lena hai"..My stuttering words and a good academic certificate of class 10th that i had with me made his words a bit polite and his stare a little reliable.THAT WAS MY FIRST ENCOUNTER WITH THE PERSON WHOM THE WORLD ADDRESSES BY THE SUBJECT THAT HE TEACHES--"BASHIR CHEMISTRY."
As i began studying under his guidance, i came to realize that he was a very soft person at heart but dont know why tried to be stern and impervious to affection..
Being a master of his subject that he felt and taught from his heart,he could never ever tolerate anybody distracting the academic scene of his classroom...
He did not teach us, i would say he educated us...Qur'an,culture, haq,literature,and what not!!!"INTELLIGENCE DOES NOT MATTER FOR US, IT IS THE DILIGENT WHOM WE RESPECT",he once said to me in such an zealous and enthusiastic way that those words are still somewhere engraved in me..He was a man as a man should be.He is the one man with determination as hard as any titanium compound..His words of resurrection are still there and will always continue to subvert the paradigm..An honor to know BASHIR SIR-easily one of the nicest persons i've met. I respect ur wisdom and pray that you'll attain even more respect in your life...
Thursday, July 15, 2010
I AIN'T A PUNCHING BAG
They say-"give to thee who deprives you and reconcile with whoever breaks from you".I wonder if that was some text book philosophy or perhaps real life application?Do these words find their place just on some inconspicuous ledge in a wrecked corner of a posterior facing room of our rest houses or is this something more than that!Do men propagate and catalyze hypocrisy by saying something they don't follow.I WONDER.!!!
It sometimes feels like I have become more or less like a "punching bag".Most of us might have seen a boxer kicking it hard for his own purpose and pleasure .My life finds semblance to it.Whosoever wants to use me for his means does it so effortlessly and yet so pleasingly.I don't even get to know a speck of it while in process.They don't even think once how the other person might feel like.Each emotion and thought that i have had for them curses me for having done that...........So who is to blame?
It's me.I ought not to take it anymore.I should not take it anymore...It is i who needs to set the hierarchy of priorities for people and things in my life. Giving too much honor,love , respect , courtesy and mental space to someone ought to be rare and special.Not all do deserve it.Most of the people we meet deserve the business attitude and face to face dealings.
Indeed!Matters need to be rectified before heart and soul shatters.
See you guys once i have rectified things mentioned above.
bye ... GOD BLESS.
It sometimes feels like I have become more or less like a "punching bag".Most of us might have seen a boxer kicking it hard for his own purpose and pleasure .My life finds semblance to it.Whosoever wants to use me for his means does it so effortlessly and yet so pleasingly.I don't even get to know a speck of it while in process.They don't even think once how the other person might feel like.Each emotion and thought that i have had for them curses me for having done that...........So who is to blame?
It's me.I ought not to take it anymore.I should not take it anymore...It is i who needs to set the hierarchy of priorities for people and things in my life. Giving too much honor,love , respect , courtesy and mental space to someone ought to be rare and special.Not all do deserve it.Most of the people we meet deserve the business attitude and face to face dealings.
Indeed!Matters need to be rectified before heart and soul shatters.
See you guys once i have rectified things mentioned above.
bye ... GOD BLESS.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
RULES REJUVENATED
My friends often criticize me of being toooo logical .They say i deal with thoughts as if it were some mathematical equations.My way of comprehension seems very complex and rigid to them.As far as their story goes- many of them depend on itheir instincts and many on the feelings in their hearts which - i don't say that i find wrong, but very fragile. I mean,how can our feelings be everlasting- today you feel something, maybe tomorrow you feel something else.So sorry guys ,i can't give up my static logic for something ephemeral.
Recently i met an accident- the incident of which i would like to forget but the teachings i would always like to stay close to me like flames on fire.The incident shook my faith to an extent that i had never envisaged.In a squalling emergency, i had to hastily revise and update my set of mathematical living equations of rules some of which i have shared with you.It was regarding a friend.Let me state that I am writing this for people who i pray don't end up like me.So if you find even a speck worth to give a thought, please let me know.
RULE NO 1
Most people play with their heart till they come to know that actually their heart was playing with them.This results in complicacies,sorrow and wastage of tons of time and energy.In the end we come to know that we were actually stuck in a whirlpool created by our ownselves- what a pity.
Most people play what i call social games for the sake of having fun and frolic.It seems cool and smart in the beginning giving us a feeling of self extolment.However,with time the game starts to ask for your resources which include
,patience,mental space,money ,mental poise.Hence you can't help pitying yourself by saying- "MAINE YE KYON KIYA??? "and also lets not forget the pain other person might be going through.A great philosopher once said that other person is your own soul with a different body.
Therefore the conclusion is -" games take us no where".This is not some text book philosophy- but a materialized truth .
Please note that i am not saying "do not to play politics" but- play it for a cause and let the cause be righteousness and not fun n frolic.Lets keep it simple guyz.
And if you still want to play over things, OK,then i have one suggestion for you.Do enjoy your mind games but beware of not losing your focus and not changing your objectives while in course.Let me explain with an example:When two people start playing mind games so as to derive joy under the camouflaghe of being cool and friendly,they might feel overwhelmed at start.But afterwards things didn't remain same -remember we're humans and we do get attached.... The relation ends when the game ends.
In the end i would just like to say that i or any person are not bad guys.Indeed,no person in this world is completely good or bad.Our deeds vary with time and contexts. We all commit mistakes but the good guys are those who know that they're doing wrong when they do so and the bad guys justify it.
How happy was i when i used to be myself ,no pretending ,no feigning and indeed the world was beautiful....
Recently i met an accident- the incident of which i would like to forget but the teachings i would always like to stay close to me like flames on fire.The incident shook my faith to an extent that i had never envisaged.In a squalling emergency, i had to hastily revise and update my set of mathematical living equations of rules some of which i have shared with you.It was regarding a friend.Let me state that I am writing this for people who i pray don't end up like me.So if you find even a speck worth to give a thought, please let me know.
RULE NO 1
Most people play with their heart till they come to know that actually their heart was playing with them.This results in complicacies,sorrow and wastage of tons of time and energy.In the end we come to know that we were actually stuck in a whirlpool created by our ownselves- what a pity.
Most people play what i call social games for the sake of having fun and frolic.It seems cool and smart in the beginning giving us a feeling of self extolment.However,with time the game starts to ask for your resources which include
,patience,mental space,money ,mental poise.Hence you can't help pitying yourself by saying- "MAINE YE KYON KIYA??? "and also lets not forget the pain other person might be going through.A great philosopher once said that other person is your own soul with a different body.Therefore the conclusion is -" games take us no where".This is not some text book philosophy- but a materialized truth .
Please note that i am not saying "do not to play politics" but- play it for a cause and let the cause be righteousness and not fun n frolic.Lets keep it simple guyz.
And if you still want to play over things, OK,then i have one suggestion for you.Do enjoy your mind games but beware of not losing your focus and not changing your objectives while in course.Let me explain with an example:When two people start playing mind games so as to derive joy under the camouflaghe of being cool and friendly,they might feel overwhelmed at start.But afterwards things didn't remain same -remember we're humans and we do get attached.... The relation ends when the game ends.
In the end i would just like to say that i or any person are not bad guys.Indeed,no person in this world is completely good or bad.Our deeds vary with time and contexts. We all commit mistakes but the good guys are those who know that they're doing wrong when they do so and the bad guys justify it.
How happy was i when i used to be myself ,no pretending ,no feigning and indeed the world was beautiful....
Thursday, June 3, 2010
IN THE OLD AISLES.
This week,some days back, i visited my grand mother's old home where i had spent my adoloscent years.The weather seemed placid and quiet as serene zephyr blowing the drums of my ear silently whishpered something to me that i couldn't comprehend .The sky seemed not so blue as it was tenanted all around by bulgy and bulgous clouds that purported to drop off any time their uncontrollable weight.The mountains all around ,however, seemed as stoical and intrepid as they had seemed five years ago when i had left that place-may 2005.The grass was so staggeringly green as if it had pledged to absorb all the rest colours of spectrum without dissent.Cute and mischievous boys,some of whom i could recognize as aggressive brats whom i used to offer candies had attained pubescence with hairy whiskers starting to grow on their face as they excitingly ogled at - you know what..Ahh !!the place was somewhat familiar to me;but there was something covert that had meantime changed - something secretive and inexplicable that i could not see but feel.What was it?To find an answer i decided to go again through those old aisles.
After walking few metres from my house i met a man with a beard.His hair was short and partially gone.He sat on a platform inside a shop idly analysing whoever passed by.On seeing me,his dreamy eyes woke up and he pleasantly welcomed me with a warm hand and smile.He was the first one to recognise his old forgotten yet familiar neighbour.
Further i moved on,in search of the inexplicable thing that had drawn me wandering aimelessly and selflessly.
I could see the mosque at a distance where my father and i used to go and pray.I wondered if the mouzing who we knew was still there,did he look the same or more crudely ,was he alive?
My anxities had no answer.All around the streets i could feel the aura of my puerility scaterred as i continued on my ascent to nostalgia.
Further confused and bewildered i walked down the lane and reached my friend's home.I had heard from somewhere that he had recently graduated from an engineering college.We both had grown together wandering the same old streets where now i stood alone stumped like a stranger.I knocked at the door to see a mid aged woman come and open it.It was his mother.I thought she would exuberantly greet and hug me.But oh!! she could not even recollect who i was.After much recollection and reminding she said-"OHHH BETA I AM SO SORRY,HOW HAVE U BEEN,ETC".And again to my disappointment, she told me that my friend had left and had gone to the bigger city in search of better livelihood.Again,I returned empty handed.In the darkening clouds i could feel the same occult and covert enigmatic force that had drawn me wandering from past several hours and the answer to which i had still not found.What was it?I desperately wondered as i continued to grow in my queasiness.
Hiding my uneasiness i moved along the main road till i reached what used to be my teacher's house.He had taught me when i was barely 4 to the time when i was about to leave.I had heard that he had got married some years back.I yearned to meet him but could not assemble enough courage to enter the gate as i had not once contacted him all these years of exile.Indeed,I have always pitied at my being such an egoistic soul,Ahh!!
Meantime, keeping its promise, the sun had grown red and had bulged down the horizon as I turned and wandered along the barns and open fields all alone trying to find an answer to the same question that had led me there.
As i sat wondering with my face held towards the sky i could see the moon making its existence known to me.It had ever since been a good companion of mine in all happy and gloomy days.I had always felt that it placidly yet galvanisingly smiles at my face though the science books taught me something else.I loved it that way.Its serene light made for the poise of my eyes.As the non luminous light reached me I thanked the divine power which i knew was listening to me from somewhere,for giving me such a radiant and effulgent companion.As soon as i opened my eyes i felt that my heart had found peace with the ditches of incomprehension being veritably vanished;thus I had found an answer to my question.
It were the unspoken words of love and care that i had not said to the ones who deserved them the most.The gap in expression that crept from nowhere poisoned my well-being and had been haunting me ever since i had set my foot on that land.This answer had found a new purpose for me catalysing the disappearance of my queasiness like evanescence of morning mist.
In due course of time the night had stealthily put its cover over the sky with the stary pins holding it tight throughout the celestial horizon.It was time to bid adieu to my grand mom.This time i didn't forget to say how much i loved her.It was time to say goodbye to those old aisles as i yearningly had a last glance at barren, dusty streets before turning back to head for home in the darkening echos of night.
After walking few metres from my house i met a man with a beard.His hair was short and partially gone.He sat on a platform inside a shop idly analysing whoever passed by.On seeing me,his dreamy eyes woke up and he pleasantly welcomed me with a warm hand and smile.He was the first one to recognise his old forgotten yet familiar neighbour.
Further i moved on,in search of the inexplicable thing that had drawn me wandering aimelessly and selflessly.
I could see the mosque at a distance where my father and i used to go and pray.I wondered if the mouzing who we knew was still there,did he look the same or more crudely ,was he alive?
My anxities had no answer.All around the streets i could feel the aura of my puerility scaterred as i continued on my ascent to nostalgia.
Further confused and bewildered i walked down the lane and reached my friend's home.I had heard from somewhere that he had recently graduated from an engineering college.We both had grown together wandering the same old streets where now i stood alone stumped like a stranger.I knocked at the door to see a mid aged woman come and open it.It was his mother.I thought she would exuberantly greet and hug me.But oh!! she could not even recollect who i was.After much recollection and reminding she said-"OHHH BETA I AM SO SORRY,HOW HAVE U BEEN,ETC".And again to my disappointment, she told me that my friend had left and had gone to the bigger city in search of better livelihood.Again,I returned empty handed.In the darkening clouds i could feel the same occult and covert enigmatic force that had drawn me wandering from past several hours and the answer to which i had still not found.What was it?I desperately wondered as i continued to grow in my queasiness.
Hiding my uneasiness i moved along the main road till i reached what used to be my teacher's house.He had taught me when i was barely 4 to the time when i was about to leave.I had heard that he had got married some years back.I yearned to meet him but could not assemble enough courage to enter the gate as i had not once contacted him all these years of exile.Indeed,I have always pitied at my being such an egoistic soul,Ahh!!
Meantime, keeping its promise, the sun had grown red and had bulged down the horizon as I turned and wandered along the barns and open fields all alone trying to find an answer to the same question that had led me there.
As i sat wondering with my face held towards the sky i could see the moon making its existence known to me.It had ever since been a good companion of mine in all happy and gloomy days.I had always felt that it placidly yet galvanisingly smiles at my face though the science books taught me something else.I loved it that way.Its serene light made for the poise of my eyes.As the non luminous light reached me I thanked the divine power which i knew was listening to me from somewhere,for giving me such a radiant and effulgent companion.As soon as i opened my eyes i felt that my heart had found peace with the ditches of incomprehension being veritably vanished;thus I had found an answer to my question.
It were the unspoken words of love and care that i had not said to the ones who deserved them the most.The gap in expression that crept from nowhere poisoned my well-being and had been haunting me ever since i had set my foot on that land.This answer had found a new purpose for me catalysing the disappearance of my queasiness like evanescence of morning mist.
In due course of time the night had stealthily put its cover over the sky with the stary pins holding it tight throughout the celestial horizon.It was time to bid adieu to my grand mom.This time i didn't forget to say how much i loved her.It was time to say goodbye to those old aisles as i yearningly had a last glance at barren, dusty streets before turning back to head for home in the darkening echos of night.
Friday, November 27, 2009
SOMEONE:
As the zephyr blew ,i knew it was someone
As i stayed stew, i knew it was someone.
The moon glittereing on ma face, how pristine could thou be..
My pulse steering clear of pain , ahh innocent me.....
Death was a veil
Life lay numb.
I rose from my ignorance
my senses stuck dumb
As i rose over the zenith, some joy crept in my heart
None but i knew how oracular ecstacy found a start.
Who was he? who taught me to glow
Indeed!a mercy from thy lord-- profound felicity did flow.
O lord i thank thee, for that all you've bestowed.
For the moon , blowing zephyr and the myriad miracles you 've showed.
Just to teach an innocent and miniscule soul that of mine
How graceful and generous are thee--someone divine.
As the zephyr blew ,i knew it was someone
As i stayed stew, i knew it was someone.
The moon glittereing on ma face, how pristine could thou be..
My pulse steering clear of pain , ahh innocent me.....
Death was a veil
Life lay numb.
I rose from my ignorance
my senses stuck dumb
As i rose over the zenith, some joy crept in my heart
None but i knew how oracular ecstacy found a start.
Who was he? who taught me to glow
Indeed!a mercy from thy lord-- profound felicity did flow.
O lord i thank thee, for that all you've bestowed.
For the moon , blowing zephyr and the myriad miracles you 've showed.
Just to teach an innocent and miniscule soul that of mine
How graceful and generous are thee--someone divine.
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