On Woman’s Day


On Woman’s Day
by Imran Khan ©

let me admit that I’ll be loving you and your soul even then-
even when you’ll be looking old, sitting somewhere by window,
even when wrinkles on your face will have crushed your beauty,
even then,
even then I’ll be loving you and your soul.

when the thrashers of Time will have washed the shine of your face,
when the waves of Time will have made your hair grey,
and when glow of your eyes will have gone somewhere in the flow,
even then,
even then I will be loving you and your soul – even then.

when the songs of your love by world will be unheard,
when you’ll no more be the subject of tender and silky love;
when you’ll be more matured than ever,
and when you’ll someone to take care of as older;
when yours’ will not be taken a note of as one to love as I did,
when you too might think same for yourself,
even then – even then I’ll be loving you and your soul.

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A Poem on and for Teachers “માં કા સ્પર્શ કહું યા પિતા કી છવી કહું”


Dear Readers,

Greetings !

It is after a long time I am talking to you virtually ! I am happy to share one more creative piece of writing that in fact descended on paper in form of poem out of the love and affection I got from my teachers of Department of English & CLS, Saurashtra University, Rajkot where I did my M.A. and doing my M.Phil. at present. I dedicate this poem to all my teachers who in fact made me whatever I am. The occasion was an annual alumni meet Sangtah 2014. The poem “માં કા સ્પર્શ કહું યા પિતા કી છવી કહું”  is followed by some snaps here I am sharing with you. Hope you’ll love going through !

with love and care !

Imran Khan :)

Listen me reciting this poem in Vyas Seminar Hall, Deptt of English, Saurashtra University, Rajkot. CLICK HERE

My other poems and compositions CLICK HERE

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 માં કા સ્પર્શ કહું યા પિતા કી છવી કહું (૨)

કોઈ મુજે પૂછે તો સોચતા હું કી ક્યા કહું

મેરી હસ્તીકો જિસને સવારા, મુજે ઉલ્જનોસે જિસને ઉબારા,

સાથ ના હોતે હુવે ભી સાથ રહે, મેરે હોઠો પે સદા જીનકી બાત રહે

લફ્ઝ ગર કામ પડે તો મ્વાફ કરના, બાત હૈ મેરે ઉસ્તાદ કી દિલ સાફ કરના.

માં કા સ્પર્શ કહું યા પિતા કી છવી કહું.

જિસને મેરે નામ કો એક પહેચાન બક્ષી

મેરી હસ્તી મેરે વજૂદ કો જીસ્મોજાન બક્ષી

મટ્ટી કે એક ઢેર કો જિસને તરાશકર

ઇલ્મ કી રોશની બેશુમાર બક્ષી

જહાલત કે અંધેરો કો કાટ કર

મેરી ઝીંદગી, મેરે ખ્વાબો કો એક રાહ બક્ષી

માં કા સ્પર્શ કહું યા પિતા કી છવી કહું.

કભી હસાકર તો કભી રુલાકર

તો કભી કંધો પે હાથો કો દબાકર

જૈસે ઉંગલી પકડકર ચલના સિખાયા

દુનિયા કા હર એક રંગ મુજે સમજાયા

ઉસ ઉસ્તાદ જૈસા બન ભી પાઉં તો કૈસે

જિસને ખુદ કો ભૂલાકર મુજે યાદ રખના સિખાયા

માં કા સ્પર્શ કહું યા પિતા કી છવી કહું.

આજ યહાઁ હું તો બસ આપ હી કી બદૌલત

એક તરફ હૈ ઉસ્તાદ મેરે એક તરફ દુનિયા કી દૌલત

ચલો આજ કોઈ તરાના ઐસા મૈ ગાતા ચલું

એક બચ્ચે કી તરહ યું કુછ ગુનગુનાતા ચલું

શાયદ સુનકર મેરી આવાઝ વો વક્ત ફિરસે લૌટ આયે

મૈ બન જાઉં ફિર સે શાગિર્દ, મેરા ઉસ્તાદ મુજે સમજાયે

દુનિયાદારી કી ઉલજનો મે વો દિન યાદ આતે હૈ

ચલો, ઉઠો, ભાગો ક્લાસ મેં દેખો ઉસ્તાદ આતે હૈ

માં કા સ્પર્શ કહું યા પિતા કી છવી કહું.

ઉનકા ચેહરા જબ આંખો કે સામને જાતા હૈ

ક્યા કહું કિ એક નૂર સા છા જાતા હૈ

જિસને મેરી ગલતિયો કો ગલે સે લગાયા

મેરા હર ઐબ ખુદ મુજસે હી છિપાયા

મેરી કમજોરિયો કો સદા ભુલાકર

મેરી તાકત કો યાદ દિલાયા

માં કા સ્પર્શ કહું યા પિતા કી છવી કહું.

ગર આપ ના હોતે તો મૈ ખુદ કો કહાં પાતા

બેજાન ઇસ જિસ્મ કી જાન કહાં સે લાતા

લીખ તો લેતા કુછ અલ્ફાઝ ચંદ કાગઝ કે ટુકડોં પર

પર બીના જઝબાત કે ઉન અલ્ફાઝ મેં જાન કહાં સે લાતા

બિના કુછ લિયે બસ દેતે હી ગયે મુજકો

કિતાબી ઇલ્મ સે ભી ઝ્યાદા કુછ કેહતે ગયે મુજકો

હર વક્ત યે અહેસાસ લગા રહેતા હૈ ઐ દોસ્ત

ક્યા કેહ ગયે વો મુજકો, ક્યા કેહ ગયે વો તુજકો

માં કા સ્પર્શ કહું યા પિતા કી છવી કહું.

આજ જબ દેખાતા હું મૂડ કે ઝીંદગી કે કુછ રાસ્તો પર

હર એક રંગ જૈસે ધૂંધલા સા નઝર આતા હૈ

કુછ યાદ હો ના હો ઉન ધૂંધલી સી સબ યાદોં મેં

વો દૌર, વો વક્ત, મેરે ઉસ્તાદ સદા યાદ આતા હૈ

કુછ ઔર તો દે સકને કી મેરી ઔકાત નહીં

આપ દર્જે  કે બરાબર પૂરે આલમ મેં કોઈ સૌગાત નહીં

હર મોડ, હર રાહ, હર રાસ્તે પે યે યાદ રહે

બદૌલત ઉનકી, વો મેરે ઉસ્તાદ સદા આબાદ રહે

માં કા સ્પર્શ કહું યા પિતા કી છવી કહું (૨)

કોઈ મુજે પૂછે તો સોચતા હું કી ક્યા કહું

મેરી હસ્તીકો જિસને સવારા, મુજે ઉલ્જનોસે જિસને ઉબારા,

સાથ ના હોતે હુવે ભી સાથ રહે, મેરે હોઠો પે સદા જીનકી બાત રહે

લફ્ઝ ગર કામ પડે તો મ્વાફ કરના, બાત હૈ મેરે ઉસ્તાદ કી દિલ સાફ કરના.

Download the poem : CLICK HERE

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Need your e-Feedback for my M.Phil. Research Work


To all the English Teachers,

Dear Sir / Madam,

Greetings !

I am working on M.Phil. Research under the guidance of Dr. R.B.Zala from the Department of English & Comparative Literary Studies, Saurashtra University, Rajkot.

My research topic is “Teaching Short Story to UG Students in Saurashtra”.

Source Text : Glimpses of Life (An Anthology)

First Six Short Stories only for Sem I

Target Group : F.Y.B.A.

The scope of Teaching English Language and Literature has wider scope and opportunities. Current century is highly marked as Knowledge era where the significance of teaching and learning English Language has unshakable validity. Amid this, it is but inevitable to identify the core competency so far teaching language through literature is concerned. Teaching Short Story to UG students of our region saurashtra has played major role in all manners which is my thrust area here. It is an area of research as to how short stories are taken and taught by the teacher as well as its reception by our students and its application. There are certain objectives behind teaching short stories. I aim to research and explore the outcomes and their implementations.
The success of my research work depends upon your valuable response and sparing a few minutes of your precious time to fill the online questionnaire.

Feedback Form : CLICK HERE

Looking forward for your honest and valuable feedback on which depends the success of my research.

Thanking you,

Faithfully yours’

Imran Khan M.
Research Scholar, M.Phil.
Department of English & Comparative Literary Studies,
Saurashtra University, Rajkot.

Mobile : 9909130907
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I remember. yes, I remember !


 gone for a day and gone forever; You -

that one day has turned into a life for me,

gone for a day you told me though never

and that game has become a life for me,

telling all this senses to leave that life

but it is senses which rejected all my woes,

let me now kill all those dreams which I saw with opened eyes,

as they are now no more alive in this world – at least in real.

but thanks to those eyes and minds who held my words and read,

they put many ‘likes’ knowingly or unknowingly and led me to render more,

I learnt that this mundane world is full of virtuality more than real,

and these too although not so trustworthy but sweeter,

why? as they give transitory pleasure !

I remember, I remember when I was not here and with you,

and you used to love me like anything and more than all,

I remember, I remember, how so detached I was to this world,

and attached to you – I remember, I remember,

I remember how those days were lighty and mighty,

and I remember all that you told and I heard – yes, I remember,

I remember all that you told me to do and forget!

I am disloyal to what you told me to do as I could never forget what you told me to!

as it is you who were and are life for me forever,

and let me admit that you are an inseparable chapter of a book of mine,

that book is nothing but my whole being whose chapters narrate how I was and how I am now.

and you too knew this fact and even you know today,

but how come ! I’d be happy if now you forget all that which you remember,

I’m sure that world will never comprehend this inscrutable tale but you will,

Definitely you will as this story is ours,

I’d written this long back to give it to you,

But you went ! – alas!, you went telling you’d remember,

but –

gone for a day and gone forever; You -

that one day has turned into a life for me,

gone for a day you told me though never

and that game has become a life for me.

By Imran Khan

 

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Worth Thinking..!!! : Comments are invited..


By Imran Khan 

Let’s think together: Comments are invited

Human being has always thought of ‘life after and before the death’. Many rational ideas have come up and thinkers, scholars, scientists, anthropologists have tried to explore and answer the questions which could otherwise be untouched; this is one of them.

It is a myth that ‘world can’t run in my absence’ as the graveyard is full of people who thought so. It is a well-known fact that Alexander the Great went hands empty from this world. The mundane world is momentary. Man has been avoiding the ethical values, spiritualism and much more in collecting things which are of no use, he is trapped in material world which is as such not real. (when I say ‘man’, I mean all including ‘myself’) Although even preaching does not long last and people who preach are the real owners of such deeds. May God save us.! and those who are untouched from this evil are really lucky. We argue that in a country like us ‘education’ is growing, people’s’ standard of life is rising but what about the value and ethics? which are in fact in the root. Many a times, therefore, we feel like saluting the old educational system where and when all these value systems and ethical knowledge were in center and all other things secondary. It would again sound sarcastic and bitter if we sing a song of values and ethics because in one or the other way, we have also been colored of this. Corruption has become an incurable disease of our nation today and a small twit / comment or a long short post from a person like me is not going to cure it as such. But at some extent these could be called just an echo of what me and you have seen or have been shown. Why at all scriptures got value becomes now clearer – though gradually and slowly bit it does. Let us try to uncover the facts for our self and see to it and understand what after all they want to preach us and teach us..!! It is not that easy..as it is deeply ‘symbolic’. It is therefore a fact that it is not a cup of tea of any ‘tom-dick and harry’ then the question is there must be somebody who interprets it in a proper way and explains to us what it is. Here Language, Translation, Connotation, Interpretation, Comprehension so on and so forth play major role – when I say major role, I really mean major role. Quranic verses and Sanskrit shlokas do have their meanings (of course more than one because they are symbolic). We at times suppose that we read them knowing so clearly that we actually do not know its translated meaning or not just translated but connotative meaning which has actually something to say and may things to suggest. But the question is its ‘dhwani’ is lost somewhere and it is lost simply because we have never worried to find it out. May be because we think there is no need to find it out. More than this, it is not enough to just find it out but also ‘follow’ and it is not that easy. It is easy and it has been easy, although, for saints, paygambars and rushees – they could do it, follow it, they could live their lives depending on these values. Not only religion but ethics, values, truth and honesty were the main pillars on which their entire being stood unshakable. We keep on giving examples of such saints or paygambers or people like them whom we think as mahatmas. (mahan aatma) but it is still a question were they really mahan aatma??? This might sound little metaphysical and many would see sheer contradiction between what I’m proposing and the present ultra cyber world where in we live. Many would think that there is no any logical relation between the two. I don’t have any objection against the people who have objections against me because I do not simply expect them to understand what I have understood. Let us not be controversial.

Human being has always thought of ‘life after death’ but of course not all. We are now living in such a world where world or pre-world is more important than ‘after world’. But even today there are people who have held religion, ethics and values and they have still not let them escape. Those who have understood the real meaning of after the death or after world have also understood the meaning of all these words and concepts. We might not come under that category! Such people are there. You would ask where? The answer is there that you cannot see! Yes, it is true. They are here in this world only yet we cannot see them. How? Why? – because they do not like us to see them as they are. Again why? – the answer is they do not want ‘us’ to see like as they are because they are not what they are ‘for us’. Then? They are what they are for someone else..!! who that someone else is? – One who is omniscient, one who is omnipresent. One who has created this universe, this Nature, planets and all that is beyond our imagination and knowledge – ‘The God’. Yes, they are what they are for God and not for us, not for this world. Why not? Because they ‘know’ that this world is ‘time-bound’, this world is not real word, this world is pre world and there is something called post world. This pre-world is a time period where they (in fact all of us) are supposed to prepare for the post world. We must be very careful to understand this category of people as well the people who are in this category because these are two different things. Category is something that is predefined (by God) and the people there are those who have chosen this category for them because they have been enlightened by the fact as what is the meaning of their being in this world. It doesn’t mean all these people are Sadhus. Not at all.!  Why? Because sadhus are apparent. And as said before these people are not (apparent here) because they are not what they are for us!! So those whom we can see as Sadhus are not real Sadhus because they are visible. Such apparent sadhus become sadhus so that people (like us) see them and call them sadhus. But the real sadhu doesn’t look like sadhu. To make it simpler, his (or her) outer look that is personality (etymologically derived from the Greek word ‘persona’ which means mask) doesn’t look like sadhu but they are sadhu by soul, by deeds, by values and by ethics. So to say the seven deadly sins can never attack on such sadhus. Isn’t bit complicated yet simple? Yes, it is but (you) accept it because it is a fact and fact is always difficult to be simple and simple to be difficult. And something which is so simple to understand cannot be fact.

To be continied….

Imran Khan

Khan_eng.61086@yahoo.com

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Some uncommon facts of a common man..!!


If I get chance to lecture on the ‘DOs’ and ‘Don’ts’, more than 90% things would be on ‘don’ts’. Even this post could come under those 90%..!! This may sound like exaggeration but it is what it is…Now forget this arbitrary twist and enjoy reading..!! J

 

By the way, how so funny observation it becomes when I (‘we’ I mean) see somebody sitting in a bus or train listening a song on ear phones and so joyfully he/she is moving head – left and right – up and down out of enjoyment of that listening song and we, on the other hand, cannot hear the song but can just see that moving head. We just wonder what song the listener would be sticking to..!! That moving head has got tidy, unclean, disordered, dry woods of hair…it may be gentle lady or man,,, ‘Gentle’ would be more  sarcastic adjective because most of the gentle people do not listen songs in this fashion..but again, if at all the word ‘gentle’ goes parallel with what we call ‘sophisticated’ or ‘rich’ or ‘royal’… they do not listen songs in this fashion simply because they do not travel in bus or train…but it is again a question that all such people are ‘gentle’ or not? Anyway, but middle class people, they do (travel in bus or train) and so this is a head of ‘a common man’. when it is ‘man’, it could be woman also as I’m not or the word ‘common’ itself is not gender biased so it is a common man’s head. As they travel (or have to travel) in bus and train, they face traffic, they quarrel with people who forcefully occupy seats and such people also enjoy songs on ear phones at very next moment..!! When we talk of middle class, we mean ‘common man’. Of course not common man like Nashruddin Shah of ‘A Wednesday’ but a common man who leaves home early in the morning and reaches back late night just to earn his bread and butter. (By the way, this idiom also now needs some change as butter is much costly now.) That common man walks along instead of hiring auto, saves 10 rs, buys chips and eats in the train when others are staring at him as if it is an alien food. Common man does many things in a day compared to uncommon. One uncommon thing between a common and an uncommon man is common man always talks of uncommon whereas uncommon never talks of common – rather he thinks of common and acts. It is a fact indisputable that an uncommon man should never forget that uncommon are born out of common or once upon a time they were also common. And the tru uncommon men never forget this fact – which is very common in all uncommon men. Moving on, common man is very careful; he never takes risk so easily; whereas uncommon?? – he doesn’t have that guts..!!! One very common fact among all the common men is they can never define their self but they do want others to do that. They always want others to take note of them and calculate them in all the common and uncommon events and affairs. One more common fact of a common man – he always thinks that he has the most uncommon thing (say mobile phone for example), always in a train or bus (especially when it is bumper to bumper traffic) he would take his palm sized micromoax newly purchased mobile phone out and loudly say ‘hello’ or would very stylistically sweep the screen of that touch phone and start playing ‘angry birds’ with loud voice (or noise). While playing he would carefully be noticing his neighbors to check whether they are taking his note or not. He would think only he has got that kind of phone; interestingly the next would have the same or near to it but still he would be lamenting..!!! why? Because he would not have battery to play games..!!! After all he is also a common man’. This common man is very difficult to get defeat. Not so easy..!! how? If he would not have that kind of phone, he would so bitterly criticize the disadvantages of technology that once we would also feel like hating Jobs and Gates. One very interesting fact of a common man is he would never think himself to be so very common. Forget others but he is the king of world at least for himself. In his limited income, the things he would have would be the most special things in the world. Nobody can think of buying the same kind of things after him – a common man. He, the common man, would be the most dissatisfied man of the world and yet ‘a satisfied man’ – yes it’s a fact. True it is that with open eyes he would be dreaming of purchasing the most luxurious car but he would bargain with a shopkeeper or a vegetable vendor for ten rupees. If an auto rickshaw driver would ask five rupees more as rent, a common man would declared the third world  or an auto rickshaw driver and if he would win (definitely he would), he would feel like Alexander the graet.– yes this is the real identity of a common man. A common man would first find full talk time offer and would never miss to go and visit where it is ‘Sale’. Common man is – who would regularly visit V-Mart or Big Bazaar, would take a big round of each and every corner of it, would touch almost all the items there, would think that how good if he buys but then immediately would look at the prize tile and untouch it- that too with twisting lips and face, with wrinkled eyebrows and would blame a branded company saying – ‘its not long lasting..!!!’ but as stated before, it is very difficult to defeat him. He would purchase a bunch of biscuits or chocolate and would carefully put its bill of hardly 20 to 30 rs to show it to his wife or family members. Common man…!! – is very uncommonly common because you would find him everywhere yet nowhere..!! By the way, you are also a common man simply because your hand or eyes have held this uncommon talks of a common man. Isn’t it? I don’t know about you but I have had many common men around me. Let me crack the secret and tell you that you too..!! Let’s get back to some more uncommon facts of a common man. There are many; as you went through. One more out of many is: Common man is so timidly brave.!! Now you would be thinking that I am playing with words. Let me tell you that if you are really thinking this, you got one more uncommon fact of a common man which is playing with words. Yes, words are very handy and reachable for a common man. He can talk for long hours (yes, sometimes he needs food). He can produce expert comments on national and international political affairs in no time. He has one more uncommon quality which is very rare in some best leaders; that is decision power. He can take decisions on any serious issue only in few seconds provided that issue is not of his own. He can do this because he likes ‘good’ and hates ‘bad’. He wants such a civil society which he himself doesn’t want to rule but he wants to live there happily and peacefully. Moving on, a common man is not so philosophical but he talks (unknowingly) of high philosophy. Listening to him sounds as if he has absorbed the real meaning of life. And interestingly, to do this he does not want any degree, any stature, any post and podium nor any mass. He can be an orator wherever he finds four common men like him who can listen to him silently. And once he knows that these four common men are listening to him, he will not worry about the fifth one. Ironically, common man is so openly closed and so closely opened. He is clever but not shrewd, not cunning. One good aspect of a common man is he feels very good when he does something very good. This is what? When, for example, a common would give a vacant seat to the other common man, he would feel the utmost pleasure of job satisfaction. He, for a while, would think that the president should come and honor him with the best citizen of the nation award..!!! Yes, it’s true. On the other hand, the common man who is helped and got the seat would feel the same because he is also after all from the same – a common man. You, by the way, just read that ‘ironically, common man is so openly closed and so closely opened’, a common man would be very open with those unknown people whom he hardly meets in a train or bus or elsewhere. He would so very innocently start sharing things like his family members, about his job, how he studied, how he struggled, how he got married and so on….and he would be very happy to share all this things with that person who is not going to bring any change either in his life or the other. Interestingly, despite of this, that fellow (a listener) would also listen this saga so carefully as he has nothing more important to do in his life then to listen to him. And people like us (you and me) are confused thinking that why at all both of these two common men accept each other..!!! The answer resides in the question itself: ‘a common man’. He is very bold (brave) speaker. When he talks of himself to the strangers, he is the king of the world and the rest??? He then doesn’t think of the rest..!!! He starts talking how he went to Mumbai for interview few years back, what he saw there, why he rejected that job (or just the opposite..!! J) but when he talks, he looks like intoxicated but gives innocent fun. Like playing cards, he keeps on giving solutions of the major problems of our nation today..!! There is always a tone of unfulfilled desires in each of his solutions. He gives them (like PM) with a positive hypothesis. He doesn’t want to be Anil Kapoor of Nayak but he appreciates him and that movie at full length. A common man is a known unknown. And he is a famous stranger. He knows nothing yet everything and the just opposite. Therefore, even if he is sitting at a window seat, he would always ask the other one about where the train reached – a rhetorical question.!! A common man himself is a rhetorical question whose answer everyone knows yet no one answers (intentionally or unintentionally) thinking that there is no need of this answer. But the question does exist – it is about a common man. But common man doesn’t think of such a highly philosophical questions. What he thinks of is very simple, sometimes funny and of course – very common. Like, he would think that in a general coach also there should be plug in facility so that people (in fact he) can charge their mobile or laptop battery. He would find the nearest shop to get water pouch so that he may not miss his bus. He would find the most reasonable (not cheap because he doesn’t like cheap) offer to purchase things. He would check his pocket at his back, mobile phone on his right pocket and ATM in his purse every half an hour. While driving bike also, he would take care of his bag which he has hung on the right side of the bike on hook. A common man would always have a tiny comb (gifted him by his wife), a napkin and an extra handkerchief to clean glasses. Every two seconds, he would readjust his in shirt. These are some very uncommon facts of a common man. As such these are common in every common man but for him, only he has these facts with him and therefore uncommon.

To be continued…..(one more uncommon fact) J

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 Dedicated to a common man by Imran Khan

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Waiting


Waiting

Waiting for each other, our life went off;

Waiting for you, I’m as I was,

I tell you not to wait for me;

as you’d go grey to do so.

Waiting for love; for you and for life,

I see that all going far off we.

How to say we wait for what we lost..!!

And now let’s wait which’d not come ever..

Waiting, waiting and waiting,,let’s wait for whom?

One who went in words so deep?

Or one whose echos have made me so???

Waiting for each other, our life went off;

Waiting for you,I’m as I was,

I tell you not to wait for me;

As you’d go grey to do so.

~ imran khan 

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A Shadow


A Shadow

A Shadow it is but whose..! mine or yours?
It must be yours as I’m in dark now,
You too were but not now anymore;
Let your life be full of light.
But remember when we’re shadow for us;
And used to mingle as one,
How so often you used to say..!!
I’m yours and you mine – a shadow.
Now I’m here and you there;
But still that light has strength,
To reach at me and make me – a shadow.
My shadow has life, spirit and love;
As the light is yours so very lovely,
No, come not here now; let you be there,
As your coming here might now kill it, whom? – a shadow.
The divine light used to make us burn;
But we enjoyed as we’re just – a shadow,
That light has now taken another form;
And we? still burn as a shadow.
What if someone asks to me or to you?
What to utter and how?
No words might turn up except this,
And that’d be this – ‘A shadow’.

~ imran khan (Aous)

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Comments are invited…Let us think..!!!!


 Isn’t it true? that man (human I mean) is an embodiment of unfulfilled desires. One leads to the other. Even when something is achieved, it is difficult to reach at saturation. Never it happens. Yes, it may be possible in some cases. Then too, the level of content is different from person to person. There are people (we have very much seen) who have no concern with what we call “CYBER WORLD” or “CYBER PHILOSOPHY” and their very world is their world; they never come out of it but they live, they laugh, they feel and they do everything that we all net bug can do otherwise. To them this ultra-sonic cyber world is totally unknown and so is their world is for us. Though we see them living in their own mood and many a times we wonder how they live!! May be, they too think same for us. Nonetheless, the question of satisfaction and saturation is far off. Let’s doubt, how one can lead a happy life? or what is the objective of life? Aren’t we split in these two worlds? i.e. Virtual and Real? The question is fully hypothetical yet thinkable. Let me not be so very philosophical but it is the need of an hour to look at these questions microscopically: “comments are invited”

Every time, every second, an era comes to an end for everyone; because there are as many stories as many people are there under the sky. This is one of the reasons why everyday a new ‘literature’ is born, it comes into existence; no doubt in different forms. But it happens is for sure. Somewhere it takes form of words whereas somewhere it is in some another form. True it is that Literature primarily is supposed to be in written form. But we can never ignore the fact that it does exist in other forms of art also. Post Modernism puts ample stress on interdisciplinary nature of art and its implications as well as its influence. What if only written form is taken as something which is literature and that is only what we call ‘art’ and not others. It will never work. Art affects the mass and therefore all tend to express their ‘self’ in whatever the form they like. As Wordsworthian philosophy works and ‘literature’ becomes handy, readable and interpretative for every Tom, Dick and Harry. In the current world it is but impossible to separate ‘pure art’ from other technical means. And if we try to do so, may be art will lose its charm. Then whatever it is – be it movie or book. Pleasure and Aesthetics go hand in hand yet for many they both are not the same. Everything that it aesthetic may not be pleasurable or/and otherwise. Words, therefore, many a times start flowing on their own without its writer’s permission, even if the writer tries to cease them, they do not. And they run as if a criminal escapes from the jail. Although the fact is unquestionable that then the level of sublimity of that ‘literature’ (or so called literature) would definitely be different. And it will get its readership accordingly. But whatever you call it, it remains there for ages. There are many such literary pieces which have been untouched and unread but it doesn’t mean that they are not ‘great’ because again the definition of greatness is different from person to person. It also keeps changing with Time also. “comments are invited”

 care and love..!!!

~ imran khan

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‘What’ are YOU????


This is for them who think they can’t just because they are not so and so…To be happy is sometime more important than to get success.
Expecting people to value your hard work and efforts mostly goes fail and unhappiness for this reduces our efficiency but instead of one feels self-satisfaction and does not care for people noticing them, it will not make much difference although tough it is…Persons who observe your work and your dedication at one time start feeling insecurity and then the first thing they will do is boasting them self….because they lose confidence in their own self so start talking about their so-called post and power and thereby they will try to pull you down..this is psychologically called “inferiority complex”…doing so they believe that they are superior to you and others too, but meanwhile they forget that in fact what they are doing is the most dangerous for them only…Secondly post and power have no relation with your will to work. There is no bridging between person’s will to contribute and his or her high or low post. You may not be in a leadership position but you may be giving your best is quite possible that means to give your best only one thing you need and that is yourself desire to work and not your post or power plays any role there…
People who could change the world have never gone handicapped because of the post and power they do not have. Besides post and power, there is one more thing which stops us to contribute and that is ‘priority’. Many times we do not work for many projects because we do not or cannot lead that project therefore we think that we have to work as obedient. We feel the loss of identity and this is something which breaks our spirit to work. Besides personal prejudices and biases, there are several other reasons why we do not involve in several projects and team work. When people compare their capacity and post with the work/s they have to or should do, they start suffering. Moreover when we become limited as far as duty is concerned, our real capability gets suffocated and we remain caged. There are number of ‘good things’ you do which no one takes in to consideration and no one appreciates you too but it doesn’t mean that what ‘good’ you have done is not ‘good’, most of the time we stop working or doing something innovative only because no one takes notice of it. Contradictory, sometimes when our work is really good yet people try not to highlight it or stopping credit or rewards going to you for that, our spirit of having done that already good thing goes down or sometimes completely disappears; this directly affects on our work efficiency and as a result we may feel disheartened, we lose confidence and our will to do good almost breaks into pieces which is again very dangerous and for sensitive people this is but natural and to change this nature is also not that easy but not impossible also!!!

Real development happens from within. It is you and only you who can pull you back or push you up. So don’t ever wait for anyone to come and motivate you or teach you. Be a teacher for yourself and make positive difference wherever you may be. Difficulties are bound to come so are you to fight with them. If on your way you find ‘all well’, make it sure that you are roaming in danger zone. Worries, problems and obstacles are the part and parcel of life and they will end with life only so never expect a life-like a bed full of roses as life is never like that. Bitter experiences can shape your life better that the well wishers. Nothing can teach you better than bitter. Let pain dominate your entire existence and let it too feel you. Let it fill your life with problems and pain because that will make your realize how capable and strong you are to tolerate them and solve them; not only this, it will also let you know whether or not you deserve to get next to this pain. Mind well that in doing so and in accepting life as it is nowhere your so-called degrees and education will work, neither will work your lifetime achievement awards or certificates, nobody will then remember how powerful you were once upon a time or how you helped people in their hard times; nothing will work, nothing will talk; there will be only one voice listening to you and feeling your pain….. who???? Of course YOU only…. it would just be waste of time to say how important you are for yourself as there is no doubt about it. So don’t ever let yourself feel shame on your own self…

~ Imran Khan

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An Autobiography of a Flower: A Poem


Dear Readers,

Here I put my first poem “An Autobiography of a Flower” open for all of you. Hope you  have strength of tolerance and passions to read. 

I was a little flower when I was born,

As a part of Nature, I had been known;

Though my present doesn’t denote the same,

And I am given now a different name.

But let me tell you it was not so ever,

I had the time that betrayed me never;

Let me tell you my own story,

That has now no more any glory.

My trampled body still gives the smell,

Though my life is just like a hell;

Once upon a Time, I had something mine,

For which I had pride in my mind.

I had been a part of Nature,

I had also my own divine pleasure;

I had been in a garden from one of the buds,

Everywhere with singing birds.

Cold wind blew in a conscious flow,

Each thing had its Natural glow;

Rain fell often in a moody way,

And spread the fragrance of dumb clay,

Drops of dew often sat on me,

And that was my beauty ever to see;

I was then a child known as a bud,

One gardener lived in a small hut.

He watered me and fed me like a father,

As if I were his Daughter and not a flower;

I used to play with the friends I had,

It was something like a real glad.

By and then I entered into youth,

And also knew the Life as truth;

I got sharp thrones around me,

They protected and bound me.

I, then, looked like a handsome boy,

A Child who plays but not with toys;

Red and pink, the colors I had,

But pink was little more than the red.

It was I who pulled the all,

I was the subject of Love for all;

No one missed to look at me,

Don’t know what I had in me.

Butterflies and humming bees,

Buzzed around and made me please;

They played upon me like a moody child,

Wasps too came with their wings bright.

Bees came to have my juice,

Making honeycomb was only excuse;

The thing I could call it mine,

Just a ray of sun that gave me shine.

I had my place in front of the way,

Where dry leaves ever used to lay;

So this is what how I looked,

How I roused and how I stooped.

Everyone wished to touch me once,

But gardener never let once;

When child saw me in his growing size,

He forced to have me at any prize.

When poet came to visit the park,

He wrote for me from bottom of his heart;

Any couple, when came to sit with me,

He praised her and compared with me.

So you saw what my fortune was,

I thought that it would never close;

Let me call your heart and head,

For what I’ll tell you is something sad.

I came to know about the real fact,

What men think and what they act;

The person once cared me like a patter,

And who fed me as much as better.

The same, once, came with basket empty,

I, then, doubted about my safety;

He cut me rapidly with the same hand,

Which he once used to water my land.

He didn’t even feel any pity on me,

I had no one even to cry on me;

I departed from my plant in such a gap,

As if a child from his mother’s lap.

I reminded myself the pride I had,

The same might bring me to the deadly bed;

I was brought to a man with money a lot,

He used to sell the flowers he got.

The Market I was put was full of men,

Everyone seemed with a lot of pain;

All were looking in such a way,

As if all were the characters of the play.

Whose threads were in the hands of God,

Yet behaved as if they were the lord;

I was there to be sold for price,

There I measured the Man and his size.

One of us was sold to a boy,

Who bought it for his lovely joy;

He went with it to the girl did he love,

And offered her just like a dove.

She must have been in a wrath lot of,

So refusing she threw it off;

We laughed together on boy’s pain,

And also cried on our poor friend.

Who had been crushed under the wheel of car,

And wind then threw him very far;

I too was waiting for my unknown End,

My life was nothing but waiting for an End.

No more have I to wait on the spot,

One priest came to me with an empty pot;

He bought some with me and for us he paid,

I got my place in the pot he had.

While going on the way I was happy a lot,

I because was going to the home of God;

The pride I had returned to my face,

It changed from the Nature to the Divine place.

I was put there at the feet of God,

I felt to be living the heaven I got;

I saw the people there coming to pray,

Someone stood and someone to lay.

Everyone came just to ask or beg,

Hardly few came to say God thank;

I had my day about to end,

As my smell and body began to bend,

I found my place from feet to hand,

Hand of priest who threw me on the land;

Here I am, being unknown,

Being unknown, waiting for well known.

Who can decorate me in the book they write,

As a mark where they create something bright;

Even being crushed, I will smell the world,

What if I can never come back to the world!

Some time, some day, I will spread the smell,

When She would open the book I dwell;

May She open and the words She gets,

The words composed by William B. Yeats.

“Cast a cold eye

On life, On death.

Horseman, pass by!

 
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Art on feather


 

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કહાં ગયા મેરા બચપન?


“યે દોલત ભી લેલો,

યે શોહરત ભી લેલો,

ભલે છીન લો મુજસે મેરી જવાની,

મગર મુજકો લૌટા દો બચપન કા સાવન

વો કાગઝ કી કશ્તી વો બારીશ કા પાની”

બાળપણ – એક એવી મીઠી મધુર યાદ જે જીવનના ગમે તેવા કપરા સમયમાં, તડકા છાયામાં, સુખ દુઃખમાં વ્યક્તિની સાથે રહે છે. વ્યક્તિ કઈ પણ ભૂલી શકે છે. બસ નથી ભૂલાતું તો આ નિર્દોષ, અને નિ:સ્વાર્થ બાળપણ.

આ એક જ તો એ સમય છે જેની સાથે જીવનની અમુલ્ય યાદો જોડાયેલી હોય છે અને એ કાયમી આપણી સાથે જ રહે છે.

સ્વદેશમાં ભણીને વિદેશ ગયેલો છોકરો જ્યાં તે લાખો કમાતો હોય છતાં પોતાના ઘરની આસપાસ નાની નાની ગલીઓમાં રમેલી એ રમતો ક્યારેય ભૂલતો નથી. દીકરી વહાલનો દરિયો, જે પરણીને પોતાના પિયર થી હજારો માઈલ દુર ક્યાંક બેઠી હોય તો પણ એને ઘરનો એકે એક ખૂણો યાદ રહે છે. એ ક્યારેય ભૂલાતું નથી. સિત્તેર વર્ષના ડોશીમાં ને પણ એના બાળપણની એક નાની અમથી વાત યાદ આવી જાય તો પણ એના ચહેરા પર એક નિર્દોષ હાસ્ય રેલાય જતું હોય છે. છે કે નહિ? બાળપણ વસ્તુ જ એવી છે!!!

મોટા ભાગે આપણે વાતની શરૂઆત કરતા કહેતા હોઈએ છીએ કે, “ હું જયારે નાનો હતો ને….” કે “નાની હતી ને….” એનો મતલબ એ કે વ્યક્તિ ગમે ત્યાં જાય, ગમે તે કરે, એનું બાળપણ એની ચામડી બનીને એની સાથે રહે છે. આપણા પપ્પા મમ્મી ને હજી એ યાદ હશે કે જયારે એ નાના હતા ત્યારે પાંચ પૈસા ની લાણી મળતી. એને એ પણ યાદ હશે કે એ સ્કુલમાં કેવા કલરની પાટી લઈને જાતા અને એમના શિક્ષક એમને દર શનિવારે કઈ પ્રવૃત્તિ કરાવતા. આજ વાત કદાચ તમે તમારા દાદા દાદી કે નાના નાની પૂછશો તો એમને પણ અક્ષરસ: યાદ હશે અને મને ને તમેન આજથી વર્ષો પછી કોક પૂછશે તો આપણને પણ યાદ જ હશે.  એવું તો શું છે આ બાળપણમાં? જવાબ દેવો સરળ નથી.

વરસાદની ઋતુ આવે એટલે ઉનાળામાં ખાધેલા બરફના ગોલાની વધેલી સળીઓ માંથી માંડવો બનાવી એના પર મમ્મીને પૂછ્યા વગર લીધેલા પ્લાસ્ટિકના મોટા પાથરણા માંથી નાનો કટકો કાપી પાથરવામાં જે મજા હતી, એવી મજા હવે ક્યાં લેવા જાવી?

દિવાળીની પહેલા ઘરમાં ચાલતી સફાઇઓમાં ક્યારેક ભૂલે-ચુકે બાળપણના જુના black and white  ફોટા જો હાથ માં આવી જાય તો બધા સફાઈકામમાં ઈન્ટરવલ પાડી એ ફોટા જોવા બેસી જાતા હોય છે, અને એ ફોટામાં જે નિર્દોષતા જોવા મળે, જે આનંદ થાય છે એ અમુલ્ય હોય છે. માણસના જીવનનો સૌથી મહત્વનો તબ્બકો જો કોઈ હોય તો એ બાળપણ જ છે. સંસારના બધા બંધનોથી અજાણ એટલે બાળપણ, નાત જાતના ભેદભાવો થી અજાણ એટલે બાળપણ, રાગ, દ્વેષ, કુળ, ઉચ્ નીચ, કાળા ગોરા, કામ, ક્રોધ, વાદ, અહંકાર વગેરે થી પણ અજાણ એટલે બાળપણ.

ડ્રોઇંગબુકમાં મીણીયા કલર પુરવા, ચોપડીના પુઠ્ઠાપર બોલપેન માંથી રેલાય ગયેલી સાહી ના ડાઘા, દફતરના તૂટેલા નાકાંમાં સેડા વાળા રૂમાલની ગાંઠ, સવારે ઓઢી દિધેલા અને સાંજે તહેસ નહેસ થઇ ગયેલા વાળ, નોટમાં આડાઅવડા અક્ષરે લખેલો ગાયનો નિબંધ, અડધું પડધું ખાઈને ધીરે અવાજે પૂછાયેલો પ્રશ્ન “મમ્મી હવે રમવા જાવ????” આ બધું એટલે પણ બાળપણ, ટીચર જ સર્વસ્વ એવું દ્રઢ પણે માનવું અને બીજા કોઈનું કઈ ન માનવું એ બાળપણ, કેલેન્ડરના તારીખના પાના કોઈ ને પણ પૂછ્યા વગર ફાડીને એમાંથી હોળી બનાવી વરસાદના પાણીમાં ફેરવે એનું નામ બાળપણ. દરેક વસ્તુને પ્રશ્નાર્થની નજરે જોવે એ પણ બાળપણ અને સ્વાર્થ વગરનું આગ્રહ એટલે બાળપણ. નાફ્ફા વગર નો વેપાર અને ખોટ વગરનો ધંધો એટલે બાળપણ. કાર્ટુન ચેનલ, થાર્મોકોલ્નુંન ઘર, લાઇટ વાળી ગાડી, ગુડ્ડી ગુડ્ડાની શાદી એટલે પણ બાળપણ. “ચાલો હું ભણાવું બાકીના બધા ભણો” એ પણ બાળપણ, “ચાલો હું નોકરીએ જાવ ને તારે રસોઈ કરવાની હો….” હા એ પણ બાળપણ. નદી પર્વત, અંધારો પાડો, સ્ટેચ્યુ અને ગો એટલે બાળપણ, મમ્મી પપ્પાને તોતળા અવાજમાં ફરિયાદ એટલે પણ બાળપણ અને દાદી નાનીની જૂની સાડી માંથી કાપકૂપ કરી બનતી નવી નાની સાડી એટલે પણ બાળપણ. રવિવારની રાહ ને સોમવારે સ્કુલ જવાની ના એટલે બાળપણ, ક્રીમ વાળા બિસ્કીટ એટલે દુનિયાની સર્વશ્રેષ્ઠ વાનગી એવી માન્યતા એટલે પણ બાળપણ. ગારા વાળા પાણીમાં મોજ થી લેવાતા છબછબિયાં એટલે બાળપણ અને તડકામાં ભમરડાંની રમત એટલે પણ બાળપણ. દિવાળી કે ઇદના દિવસે સૌથી નાના બુટ મોજા કે મોજડી એટલે બાળપણ અને ઘરના કોઈક એક ખૂણે ઢગલાંબંધ પડેલા જુના-નવા, નાના-મોટા, રંગબેરંગી રમકડા એટલે પણ બાળપણ, ગાલના ગોટા પર સરકી પડતા બોર બોર જેવડા આંસુડા એટલે બાળપણ… મુઠ્ઠી ભરીને ખવાતી મુખવાસ એટલે બાળપણ અને આઈસ્ક્રીમ ખાઈ કપ સાચવી રાખવા એટલે પણ બાળપણ. ઘર-ઘર એટલે બાળપણ અને “હું માલા મમ્મીને કઈ દવ જો…….” એટલે પણ બાળપણ. તરબુચના બી ની રમત એટલે બાળપણ અને કપડા ધોવાનો ધોકો બને બેટ એટલે પણ બાળપણ. નાની નાની ચોટલીમાં ટચુકડાં બોરિયાની જોડી એટલે કે બાળપણ, મેળા માંથી ખરીદેલી લાલ કલરની બંદુક એટલે બાળપણ, જેના માટે થુંક એટલે ફેવિકોલ એ બાળપણ, કોઈપણ પ્રકારની કૃત્રિમતા વગરનું જીવન એટલે બાળપણ. પડોશીના ઘરના કાંચ તોડે ઈ બાળપણ, પ્લાસ્ટિકના જબલા માંથી પેરાશુટ બનાવે એ બાળપણ, રેતીના ઘર, પ્લાસ્ટીકના ચુલા, ગ્લુકોઝના બિસ્કીટની ચા અને મમરાના ભાત એટલે બાળપણ. વેશભૂષાના દિવસે કાજળ કે ચુનાથી બનાવેલી મૂછ એટલે પણ બાળપણ, સ્વાર્થની ગેરહાજરી અને નીર્દોસ્તાની પરાકાષ્ટા એટલે બાળપણ, પગાર વધારા કે લાભની આશા વગર કરાતું સોપ્યા વગરનું કામ એટલે બાળપણ. પ્રેમનો દરિયો ને વહાલની ગેલેક્સી એટલે બાળપણ. જેના માટે રાજા-રંક સમાન એ બાળપણ અને જેના માટે એના ઘરનું આંગણું જ આખું વિશ્વ એનું નામ બાળપણ…..

એક વાર જઈ પાછુ ક્યારેય ન આવે તેવું છે આ બાળપણ…

કદાચ હું લખતા લખતા થાકી જાવ અને તમે વાંચતા વાંચતા, છતાં જેનું વર્ણન પૂરું ન થાય એ બાળપણ….

એક વાર આ બાળપણની નિર્દોષતા ચાલી જાય છે પછી પાછી ક્યારેય આવતી નથી. માણસ જીવન પર્યંત બાળક બની ને રહી શકતો નથી. આપણે ઘણી વખત વિચાર કરીએ છીએ કે જો મને મારું બાળપણ પાછું મળી જાય તો કેટલુ સારું!!!! પણ અફસોસ યાદ સિવાય આપણી પાસે કઈ રેહતું નથી….જો માનવી જીવન ભર કદાચ એક બાળક બનીને રહી શકત તો કુછ ઓર બાત હોતી!!!!

બધું ગુમાવી દેતા પણ બાળપણ પાછુ મળતું નથી અને એટલા માટે માણસ ઘણી વખત બાળપણને કૈઈક આવી રીતે યાદ કરે છે…..

“યે દોલત ભી લેલો,

યે શોહરત ભી લેલો,

ભલે છીન લો મુજસે મેરી જવાની,

મગર મુજકો લૌટા દો બચપન કા સાવન

વો કાગઝ કી કશ્તી વો બારીશ કા પાની”

—imran khan

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પરીન્દે કી ફરિયાદ


 
 
 

  આતા હૈ યાદ મુજ કો ગુઝરા હુવા ઝમાના,
વો બાગ કી બહારે, વો સબ કા ચહચહાના;

આઝાદિયા કહાં વો અબ ઘોસલો કી,
અપની ખુશી સે આના અપની ખુશી સે જાના;
લગતી હૈ ચોટ દિલ પર આતા હૈ યાદ જિસ દમ,
શબનમ કે આંસુઓ પર કલિયો કા મુસ્કુરાના.

વો પ્યારી પ્યારી સુરત, વો કામિની સીમુરત,
આબાદ જિસ કે દમ સે થા મેરા આશિયાના;
આતી નહિ સદાએ ઉનકી મેરે કફસમેં,
હોતી મેરી રિહાઈ એ કાશ મેરે બસમેં.

ક્યા બદનસીબ હું મૈં,ઘર કો તરસ રહા હું,
સાથી તો હૈ વતન મેં, મૈ કૈદ મેં પળા હું;
આયી બહાર, કલિયા ફૂલોં કી હસ રહી હૈ,
મૈં ઇસ અંધેરે ઘર મેં, કિસ્મત કો રો રહા હું.

ઇસ કૈદ કા ઇલાહી, દુખડા કિસે સુનાઉં,
ડર હૈ યહી કફસમેં, મૈ ગમ સે મર ન જાઉં;
જબ સે ચમન હૈ છુટા, એ હાલ હો ગયા હૈ,
દીલ ગમ કો ખા રહા હૈ, ગમ દીલ કો ખા રહા હૈ.

ગાના ઇસે સમજ કર, ખુશ હો ન સુનને વાલે,
દુખતે હુવે દીલો કી, ફરિયાદ યે સદા હૈ;
આઝાદ મુજકો કર દે, ઐ કૈદ કરને વાલે,
મૈ બેઝુબાં હું કૈદી, તો છોડ કર દુવા લે.

આતા હૈ યાદ મુજ કો ગુઝરા હુવા ઝમાના,
વો બાગ કી બહારે, વો સબકા ચહચહના.   

                                   ઊર્દૂ  કવિ
—-અલ્લામા ઈકબાલ

                                                                  (કફસ=પાંજરું)

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To be or not to be; that is the Question; Light! Camera! Action!


                                  The headline sounds like Cinema gossip.But just hold it is not actually the case. The life is not actually so complicated as we have made it. Now when we are trapped in bumper to bumper traffic of vehicles and when we are caught in the bottleneck complicated tangles of human ties, we are busy with SMSs and business calls, we are busy with Competitive Exams and Interviews, we are worried about increasing petrol price, we are worried about annual policy premiums, we are worried about children’s college fees and future, young are worried about jobs, we cannot attend family functions because we are busy with some so called projects & assignments,when our priorities are replaced it is needed to be strong internally and outwardly. But the Question is:”How to be?”

                                 The father of English Literature, the monarch of English pen, the unchallengeable, the incomparable and the one and only man of head and heart; the William Shakespeare who who wrote 37 plays and more than 150 sonnets makes Hamlet speak in the play “Hamlet” the above soliloquy: “To be or not to be; that is the Question” around 500 years before. Hamlet who utters this line in the state of dilemma as he is not sure whether his real uncle is a murderer of his father or not”. In the present time, we all have become “Hamlet”. We too are in the state of dilemma. We cannot decide where to go why to go. We are not determined. We remain in state of fear and tension only because we know or we don’t know that “Nothing is permanent”. Like dressing code fashion everything is changing so radically. Science and technology has taken a high and long jump and so everything has lost its permanency. Everything goes slipping from our hand including job, life, money, business, relations everything. No technology has remained NEW now.Every second day, every latest technology becomes outdated. Mode of communication is becoming faster. Earlier when people had no Language (around 100000 years ago), they use sign language so message took time to be conveyed. Before 10000 years,When people knew writing, message flew faster. Then in 1500 or around, when the printing press was invented, sea change came in the world of Language and Communication and then cam revolution when after the mid nineteenth century gave computer to us. This long journey from stone to satellite may be easily and unambiguously explained and understood by the Charles Darwin theory of evolution.

                                         

                                  Every where is now Competition. Man has become a combatant and his opponent is again man only. So now man is in search of  safe, safer or safest place where no one he has to fight with, compete with or hate with.

“Light” is a symbol of “Knowledge” that is alternative. It is not somebody’s monopoly. As here too by light we mean to enlighten self and as by product spreading it.

                                     “Camera” here symbolizes Vision; not just seeing or viewing but to possess a kind of interpretation that broadens and widens the outer as well as inner vision of self, organization and society. The time is still to be worse or the worst. Therefore like said before, man wants a safest place to be. But such place is nowhere but within US, within man, within everyone of us. What is it???

Let’s move on….

                                          “Action”: above all nothing moves until pulled or pushed.

As Abdul Kalam has said,” Dream, dream and dream and then convert that dram into action”

As Swami Vivekananda has said,

After the long pondering over an issue the question remains is;”What is the solution?”What is being communicated?

Like there is no lock without a key, similarly there is no problem that has no solution. As said before, time is still going to be worse or worst and in such radically changing era there are certain things which we need to stick to and those are Self Confidence, Self upliftment  and being the best wherever we are or whatever we do. In the words of the Modern thinker; rarely heard name Mr. Santosh Nair, Confidence is,

“a lifetime eternal ability to be composed, alert and directed in our thoughts, words and deeds when surrounded by insecurity and difficulty”

But just word are not enough; as the headline says,”Light, Camera and Action” We have to enlighten it, we have to have proper vision of it and we have to implement it.

As a social and responsible member of Family, Organization and Society, we have certain responsibilities but the problem is we cannot remain strong enough to hold them. To know be balanced on this swinging bridge, I have put a wonderful PPT for you. I hope it will open up many closed doors of your mind and you will find it easy to play your allocated role in your family, organization and society.

The presentation given below is about SVCPP (Swami Vivekananda Contributor Personality Program) recently launched by the Gujarat Technological University sponsored by The Adani Group and designed by the i-become team.

Click here to Download the Presentation

The PPT I have made here has around more than 100 slides and I have made it with the help online portal provided by i-become team. Hope you will enjoy. Your comments and response will double my guts.

Thanks with regards !!!

Imran Khan

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WHEN you are old by William Butler Yeats


WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

Click here to know more about William Butler Yeats

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શિક્ષણ જગતના પડદા પાછળની વાત.


શિક્ષણ જગતના પડદા પાછળની વાત.
કોઈને કેહતા નઈ હો! શું?
મેં કાલે TAT ની exam આપી. :)
TAT એટલે Teachers’ Apptitude Test
મારે આજે અહ્યાં Apptitude શબ્દ પર ભાર દેવો છે અને એની જ વાત કરવાની છે…
ગૌર ફરમાઈએગા…
ભવિષ્યના મહાન શિક્ષકોની સંગતમાં પાંચ કલ્લાક રેહવાનો સુનેહારો મોકો મેં કાલે ઝડપી લીધો. આપણે બધા કેહતા હોઈએ છીએ ને કે બીજા દેશોમાં શિક્ષકોનો પગાર બધા કરતા વધારે હોય છે. કાલે મને ખબર પડી કે શું કામ હોય છે. અને આ વાંચીને તમને પણ ખબર પડી જશે કે આપના દેશમાં આવું શું કામ નઈ!
બીજી કોઈ પણ બિનજરૂરી વાત કાર્ય વગર મારે એટલુજ કેહવું છે કે ગઈ કાલની exam માં આપના માનવંતા શિક્ષક ભાઈ બહેનો એકબીજા ને પૂછીને, બેફામ લખાતા હતા,
સુપરવાયઝરોના ગુંજામાં માં માવા ને ફાકી ના બે પડીકા નાખી મોજથી, જાણે દુનિયા ના બેતાજ બાદશાહ ન બની ગયા હોય! એમ લખવા માંડ્યા અને એ પણ પાછા વટથી!!! જેબ્બાત!!!!!
હું એ જોઇને હેરાન હતો અને એજ વિચારતો હતો કે આજ શિક્ષકો કાલે કોઈ શાળાના વિદ્યાર્થીઓને ચોરી કરતા પકડશે અને ત્યાર પછી પોતે જાણે ગાંધીજીની લખેલી સત્યના પ્રયોગોના એક માત્ર વારસદાર વાચક હોય તેમ વિદ્યાર્થી અને તેના વાલીને ભાષણ આપશે.
મને આજ સુધી કોઈ વાતનો એટલો અફસોસ નથી થયો જેટલો કાલ મને મારા “B.Ed” હોવાનો થયો જેના પરિણામે હું પણ ત્યાં બેઠો હતો..
સુપરવાયઝરોને તો ભારતરત્ન થી નવાજવા જોઈએ, જેની મેહરબાની થકી ભાવી પેઢીને આવા સુશિક્ષિત શિક્ષકો મળવાના છે.
હું પુછુ છું શું હક છે એમના જેવા શિક્ષકોને કિલો કિલો વજન ના પગાર ના થોકડા દેવાની?
આતંકવાદી દેશની બહાર નહિ દેશની અંદર શાળાની પાટલી એ બેસી TET અને TAT ની exam આપે છે. શું આ આતંકવાદ નથી?
શું શીખશેએ બાળકો આવા શિક્ષકો પાસેથી અને શું હક છે તમને ને મને એવું
કેહવાની કે શિક્ષણનો પાયો જ નબળો છે?
છે આ સવાલોના જવાબ તમારી પાસે? તો નીચે comment મુકવાનો ખાનો ખાલી છે.
પાયો નબળો નથી, નબળા છીએ હું ને તમે જે ચુપચાપ આ બધું જોઈએ છીએ, કેમ આમાં inquiry commision બેસાડવામાં આવતું નથી?
શું કામે આની કોઈ તપાસ થતી નથી?
કેમ આ exam ના કોઈ પ્રોટોકોલ નક્કી નથી?
હું કહું છું, આ exam IPS અને GPSC ની exam કરતા પણ વધારે મહત્વની exam હતી કારણકે આમાં પાસ થઇ ને શિક્ષકો કોઈ વહીવટ ખાતા માં જવાના નથી એ લોકો ઘડવૈયા બનવાના છે, રાષ્ટ્ર અને દેશના. અને આમાં એટલી બધી બેદરકારી!!!! કેહવું પડે હો!!!
શું જરૂર છે ભરતીના નામે આવા શિક્ષકોને ગામડાં કે શહેરની સ્કુલોમાં મોકલવાની? અને એવું બતાવવાની કે જુઓ દસ હજાર શિક્ષકોની ભરતી થઇ અરે આ દસ હજાર રોજગાર શિક્ષકો બીજા દસ લાખ બેરોજગારો ને જન્મ આપશે. એનું શું કરશો? મન ફાવે ત્યાં જોઈ લે, મન ફાવે તેની સાથે પેપર બદલાવી નાખે, મન ફાવે તેમ વાતો કરે, મન ફાવે ત્યારે ક્લાસની બહાર આંટા મારવા વયા જાય, આ શિક્ષકો કામ પણ પછી મન ફાવે એમજ કરશે. આમાં ભોગ કોણ બને છે?
સરકાર? ના.
વાલી? ના
બાળકો? ના
તો કોણ?
આમાં ભોગ બને છે દેશ….
અફસોસ, આઝાદીના ૬૬ વર્ષ પછી પણ આપણને હજુ આઝાદી મળી નથી. હા આપણે હજુ પણ ગુલામ જ છીએ. પેહલા મુઘલોના હતા, પછી અંગ્રેજો ના થયા અને હવે આપણે આપણાં જ ગુલામ છીએ. તમને એવું નથી લાગતું?
તમે એ જાણવા માંગતા હશો કે હું કઈ સ્કુલની વાત કરું છું… તો જવાબ સાંભળી લો,, હું એ બધી સ્કૂલોની વાત કરું છું જ્યાં પરીક્ષા નથી લેવાણી પણ મજાક થયો છે… હું તંત્ર કે સીસ્ટમને બિલકુલ દોષ દેતો નથી કારણકે ત્યાં બેઠેલા લોકો આપણને કઈ શીખવાડતા નથી.. કારણકે બ્રષ્ટાચારના કયાંય કોચિંગ ક્લાસ ચાલતા નથી એ તો આંતરિક શાખા છે જે માણસ પોતે પોતામાંજ પ્રસ્થાપિત કરે છે.
તમને એ પ્રશ્ન પણ થતો હશે કે આવા વાતાવરણમાં હું શું કરતો હતો?? તો જે લોકો મને ઓળખે છે એ જાણતાં જ હશે કે હું શું કરતો હઈશ અને જે નથી ઓળખતા એ અત્યારે તમારી જેમ આ બ્લોગ નઈ વાંચતા હોય કારણકે હું આટલો બધો પણ ફેમસ નથી કે અજાણ્યા મને વાંચે!
અને મેં આ બધું કઈ પ્લેટોના અનુયાયી તરીકે લયખું નથી.. મેં તો જે જોયું જે અનુભવ્યું એજ લખ્યું છે. અને એ તો તમે પણ જાણો છો કે આવા એક બે પાના લખવાથી કઈ ક્રાંતિ નથી આવવાની, ખરું ને ?
એક સમય હતો કે માણસ પોતાની જાતિના આધારે કામ ધંધો કરતો જેને આપણે ધર્મ પ્રધાન સમાજ કેહતા, (વર્ણ વ્યવસ્થા), ત્યાર બાદ કર્મ પ્રધાન સમાજ થયો જેમાં માણસ પોતાના નામ, ધર્મ કે જાતિના આધારે નહિ પણ કર્મના આધારે સમાજમાં સ્થાન પામતો થયો.
પણ હવે શેના આધારે શિક્ષકને શિક્ષક કેહવો એ આપણાં બધા માટે એક મોટો પ્રશ્ન છે. તમારી વ્યસ્ત દિનચર્યા માંથી જો સમય મળે તો મને જવાબ દેજો…
જય હિન્દ… જય ભારત

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eNGLISH and We: “Dr” કાંતો “Er”


English અને આજની જનરેશન વચ્ચે જુલતા પુલ પર બેસી આજે તમારી સાથે વાત કરવાનો અવસર મળ્યો!
“સાહેબ, મારા બાબાને spoken english ના ક્લાસ કરાવશો?”
“હું તો મારી બેબીને engllish mediumમાંજ બેસાડીશ”
“હવે English વગર ક્યાં ઉદ્ધાર છે?”
————- હૂફ!
આ બધા આજના વાલીઓના સવાંદો છે. હું આજની જનરેશન કરતા આજના વાલીઓને વધારે કસુરવાર માનું છું જેઓ કોઈ પણ વગરની ઊંડી સમજ વગર પોતાના બાળકોના નામ ની આગળ “Dr” કાંતો “Er” લગાડવા માંગે છે. તેઓ ભૂલી જાય છે કે બાળકોની ક્ષમતા શું છે, તેઓની પસંદગી શું છે. એ પણ ગંભીર રીતે વિચારવાની જરૂર છે, એવું નથી લાગતું???
હું Engineering College માં એક Lecturer છું, કેહવામાં અને સાંભળવામાં ખુબ સારું લાગે છે, પણ જયારે વિદ્યાર્થીઓ થી ભેટો થાય છે ત્યારે ખબર પડે છે કે તેઓ ખરેખર કઈ દિશામાં આગળ વધે છે તેઓ પોતે પણ જાણતા નથી.
3idiot movie જોવામાં અને તેને enjoy કરવામાં ખુબ મજા પડે છે પણ એનો હાર્દ હજુ સમજાયો નથી.
મારે થોડા દિવસો પેહલા facebook પર એક વાક્ય લખવું હતું પણ મને કેટલાક બંધનો નડ્યા માટે માંડી વાળ્યું પણ ફરી વિચાર્યું કે શિક્ષકનું કામ છે બંધનો માંથી મુક્તિ અપાવવી અને જો એક શિક્ષક તરીકે હું જ બંધન માં રહું તો એ છેતરપીંડી કેહવાય માટે અહી લખું છું,કે

“English language is used like a prostitute by those people who don’t know it fully and they even don’t want to correct their mistakes ઓન્લ્ય because to them meaning is more important than the Grammar or Syntax”

શું કામ આવું!
પણ આજ વાસ્તવિકતા છે. ભાષા પવિત્ર છે, તે પાક છે, ભાષા પારદર્શક પણ છે, no language is a sign of bondage.

આ વાતો મારા પેહલા ઘણા બધા વિદ્વાનોએ કહેલી છે અને અમુક અંશે એના પર અમલ પણ થયો, પણ ” અમુક અંશે જ”

હા, એ વાત સાચી કે હવે ભારતીયોએ આ વાત સ્વીકારી લીધી છે કે અંગ્રેજી ભાષા માત્ર અંગ્રેજોની નથી પણ વિવ્શ્વભાષા છે, અને એને શીકાવાની તાતી જરૂરિયાત છે. પણ મંજિલ સુધી પહોચવું માત્ર જરૂરી નથી પણ યોગ્ય રસ્તો પણ પસંદ કરવો જરૂરી છે.
નાના નાના ભૂલકાઓને, એક એક કિલોના થેલા લઈને ટ્યુશનમાં મોકલવામાં આવે છે, એટલા માટે નઈ કે એ કંઈક શીખે પણ એટલા માટે કે એને સારા માર્ક્સ આવે, but its too ok, its also fine..
આ બધું તો ઠીક પણ આજે વાલીઓ માટે એક નવી સમસ્યા ઉભી થય છે, એ છે “અંગ્રેજી”, ડોક્ટર કે ઇન્જિનીયર બનવું હોય તો અંગ્રેજી તો શીખવું જ પડશે, એવી દ્રઢ માન્યતાની સાથે બાળકોએ દોટ મૂકી છે અંગ્રેજી શીખવાની.
જોવાની ખૂબી તો એ છે કે બધાની શીક્વાની રીત નીરાલી છે, આજ કાલ કલ્સીસો ice creem કે પછી cold-drinks ની દુકાનો જેવા થતા જાય છે જ્યાં કોઈ પણ આવી ને પતનો મનગમતો ફ્લેવર માંગે છે અને એને એજ પીરસવામાં આવે છે, શું વાત છે! આને કેહવાય શિક્ષણનું શુદ્ધ વ્યાપારીકરણ..
પણ આ બધા વચ્ચે મને એક વાત ખુબ ગમે છે કે લોકો શિકવા માંગે છે, જરૂર છે એમને માત્ર યોગ્ય દિશા આપવાની. કારણ કે જયારે શક્તિને યોગ્ય દિશામાં વાળવામાં આવે તો ક્રાંતિ લયાવે છે પણ જો નહિ તો વાવાઝોડું લયાવે છે…
અંગ્રેજી શું કામ શીખવું એના કરતા કેવી રીતે શીખવું એ જાણવાની વધારે જરૂર છે. એ વાત કદાચ ઘણા બધાને ખબર નહિ હોય કે ગુજરાતમાં ઘણા સારા સારા અંગ્રેજીના શિક્ષકો છે જે સારું અંગ્રેજી ભણાવી જાણે છે અને એમના કેટલાક પાસે મને ભણવાનો અવસર મળ્યો.

ભાષાનું જગત અનેરું છે, એ વીશાળ છે, એ સર્વત્ર છે. ઉપર કીધેલી વાતોમાંની ઘણી બધી વાતો માત્ર અંગ્રેજી ભાષા ને નહિ પણ “ભાષા” ને લાગુ પડે છે.

બાળક સ્કુલ અને કોલેજમાંજ બધું શીખી લે એ વાત સાથે હું બિલકુલ સેહ્મત નથી. ખરેખરું શીખવાનું એના પછીજ શરુ થાય છે કારણકે સ્કુલ કોલેજો માંતો એને પરીક્ષા પાસ કેમ કરવી એ શીક્વાડવામાં આવે છે, જીવન જીવતા નહિ.
ભાષા પણ જીવન નો જ ભાગ છે. જે શીખવાડવાથી નહિ શીખવાથી આવડે છે. ઘણા બધા માણસો જે ક્યારેય English Grammar ભણ્યા નથી છતાં કડકડાટ ને સડસડાટ અંગ્રેજી બોલે છે એનું કારણ શું છે!!! એ પ્રકાર નું વાતાવરણ જ્યાં તેઓ રહે છે, માણસો ને મળે છે, તેઓ ને સંભાળે છે,,,
હા, શિક્ષકની ભૂમિકાને નકારી ન શકાય કારણકે દિશાસૂચક પણ જરૂરી છે..
પેહલા ના શિષ્યો ચોપડી માંથી ઓછું અને ગુરુના આચરણ માંથી વધારે શીખતા. આજનો વિદ્યાર્થી વસ્તુલક્ષી બન્યો છે, હેતુલક્ષી નહિ. માટે જ શિક્ષણનું હેતુ સિદ્ધ થતું નથી. આ બધામાં અંગ્રેજી ભાષા – ભાષા ન રેહતા લોકો માટે અર્થ ઉપજાનનું એક માધ્યમ બની ગઈ છે. કોઈ માણસને મેં અત્યાર સુધી એવું કેહતા નથી સંભાળ્યો કે મારે ગુજરાતી કે હિન્દી સારું બોલતા શીખવું છે કારણ કે એને ખબર છે કે એ ભાષા શીખવાથી કઈ ફાયદો નથી. અને આપણને બધાને એક વહેમ છે કે આપણે બધા સાચું ગુજરાતી બોલીએ છીએ. જે ખરેખર સાચું નથી. પણ એ શીખવાની કોઈને જરૂર નથી. કદાચ મારા આ લખાણમાં પણ ઘણી ભૂલો હશે જે કોઈ ગુજરાતીના શિશક સિવાય કોઈને નહિ દેખાય. આજ વાત અંગ્રેજીને અલગ રીતે લાગુ પાડવામાં આવે આવે છે. આજ સુધી દસથી વધારે જગ્યાએ મેં ભણાવેલું છે એના આધારે કહી શકુ છું કે English Medium ના વિદ્યાર્થીઓ વધારે ભૂલ બહ્રેલું અંગ્રેજી બોલે છે કમ્પેર્ડ ટૂ ગુજરાતી. આપણે કોઈ ભાષાને કેમ એક ભાષા તરીકે નથી સ્વીકારી શકતા? આ એક મોટો પ્રશ્ન છે. નાના બાળકને ઘરમાં બોલાતી ભાષાનું ગ્રામર શીક્વાડવું પડતું નથી, એ એને એની મેળેજ આવડી જાય છે. ગુજરાતી ભાષા અને બોલીમાં તફાવત છે. ગુજરાતના અલગ લગ પ્રદેશો માં ગુજરાતી જુદી જુદી રીતે બોલાય છે. આ વાત અંગ્રેજી ને પણ લાગુ પડે છે. ઇંગ્લેન્ડમાં જે મજુર વર્ગ છે તે શિષ્ટ અંગ્રેજી બોલતું નથી. જોકે આપણે આ તફાવત ઊંડાણ પૂર્વક સમજવાની ખસી જરૂર નથી. વર્તમાન પરિસ્થિતિને ધ્યાનમેં રાખીને આજની પેઢી અંગ્રેજી શીખે છે અને એનો ઉપયોગ પણ કરે છે જેને multi use કહી શકાય. પણ જે પ્રકારે શીખે છે અને જે પ્રકારે શીખવાડવામાં આવે છે તેના કારણે અંગ્રેજી ગુજરાતી બંને ભાષા ડેન્જર ઝોન માં હોય એવું લાગે છે.
જયારે અંગ્રેજી ભાષા પાપાપગલી ભરતીતી ત્યારે ગ્રીક, ફ્રેંચ અને લેટીન જેવી ભાષાઓ વચ્ચે રેસ લાગેલી હતી. માણસો અંગ્રેજી બોલતા અને તેમાં લખતા શરમાતા. ત્યારે કોઈએ કલ્પના પણ નહિ કરી હોય કે ગ્રીક અને લેટીન જેવી ભાષાઓ ની જાતી અલુપ્ત થઇ જશે. અને અંગ્રેજી વિશ્વ ભાષા બની જશે. બાઈબલ જેવા ધર્મ પુસ્તકોનું ભાષાંતર અંગ્રેજીમાં કરવા પર પણ પ્રતિબધ હતું કારણકે ગ્રીક અને લેટીન દેવનાગરી ભાષા ગણવામાં આવતી. બાઈબલ ખરેખર તો હિબ્રુ ભાષામાં લખાયેલું હતું. માર્ટીન લ્યુથર અને વિલિયમ તીન્ડેલજેવા માણસોએ પેહલી વખત બાઈબલનું અંગ્રેજી અને જર્મનમાં રૂપાંતર કર્યું.
અંગ્રેજી ભાષાનો ઈતિહાસ માનવ ઈતિહાસ કરતા વધારે જુનો નથી પણ વર્તમાન પરિસ્થિતિને જોતા એવું લાગે છે કે તેનું ભવિષ્ય માનવ ભવિષ્ય જેટલું જ થશે.

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ઢળતી સાંજના આછા પ્રકાશ વચ્ચે ઘરે પાછા ફરતા પક્ષીઓનો અવાજ મારા છાપું વાંચવાના વ્યર્થ પ્રયત્નમાં મીઠી અડચણ ઉભી કરી રહ્યું હતું. ક્ષિતિજની ગોદમાં છુપાઈ રહેલા ઠંડા પડેલા સૂર્યના રંગ વિશે મારી અટકળો આકાર લઈને ફરી વાર વિખેરાઈ જતી હતી. રસ્તા પર ટ્રાફિકનો અવાજ એવોને એવો જ હતો. અને ડીવાયડર પર રાક્ષસી કદની ઉભેલી સ્ટ્રીટ લાઈટનો પ્રકાશ ધીમેધીમે તેના વાસ્તવિક પ્રકાશમાં પ્રવેશી રહ્યો હતો. જાણે નવી આવેલી વધુ લગ્નના બીજા દિવસની સાંજે ફાનસની વાત વધારી રહી હોય.વ્યક્તિઓના માથા પર ઓછા પ્રકાશ વચ્ચે ઝીણા ફૂદાઓનું મહાયુદ્ધ જોતા મને પણ ઊંચું જોવાનું મન થયું જ્યાં એવું જ ઝુંડ મંડરાઈ રહ્યું હતું. તમરાનો ટર ટર અવાજ સાંભળવા હું મારા કાન ઈચ્છા ન હોવા છતાં સરવા કરી રહ્યો હતો કે અચાનક મારી બાજુમાં પડેલી ડાયરીના પાનાં હવાની હળવી લહેરથી ફરફર્યા. પાનાં ફરવાનો અવાજ મારા કને અથડાતા મારી નજર એ તરફ જતા રોકી શકી નહી. આંખમાં રહેલી હળવી ઉદાસીનતા એક સુકાયેલા ગુલાબમાં હજુ જીવિત રહેલી મહેકથી દુર થવા જાણે નણંદ ભોજાઇનો ઝગડો કરી રહી હોય એવું લાગતું હતું. નવા જન્મેલા બાળકને હાથમાં લેતી વખતે લેવામાં આવતી કાળજી સાથે મેં એ સુકાયેલા ગુલાબને હાથમે લીધું. એની સુકાય ગયેલી પાંદડીઓ જાણે પાછળ મૂકી દીધેલા સમય સાથે સોનીકજીયો કરતી હોય એમ પોતાને ડાળખીની સાથે સાચવવા માંગતી હતી. અને હું જાણે એ સુકાયેલી પાંદડીઓમાં વીતી ગયેલા સમયના કેટલાક પડછાયા શોધી રહ્યો હોઉં એવું લાગતું હતું. હળવો છતા ફૂલ માટે કાતિલ એવા પવનની બીકથે પાંદડીઓને સાચવવા મેં ફૂલ ને પાછું ડાયરીમાં છુપાવી દીધું. ડાયરીને બંધ કરી હું ઉભો થયો છતા એવું લાગ્યું જાણે ડાયરી માંથી અવાજ આવ્યો. અની એ અવાજમાં થોડી લાચારી સાથે હજુ થોડી વાર બેસવા કોઈ કહેતું હોય એવું લાગ્યું. એ કાલ્પનિક અવાજ હકીકતે અવાજ ન હતો. એ તો મારા વેરણ મેદાન જેવા સ્મૃતિપટ પર પથરાયેલા સમયના કેટલાક પાસાંઓ ડાયરીના પાનાં બની પવનના ધક્કે એકબીજાથી અથડાતા હતા. અને સુમસાન વાતાવરણમાં એકલસુડા પવનને કરને ઉડીને અવાજ કરી રહ્યા હતા. શરીરની એજ સ્થિરતા સાથે હું એ ડૂબતા સુરજની કોરને તાકી રહ્યો, જાણે હું એની સાથે મારી તુલના કરતો હોઉં ! આકાશમાં વાદળો ભૂતકાળના વિખરાયેલા સંબધો જેવા લગતા હતા. જે જોવા હવે અઘરા હતા કારણકે ત્યાં સુધી અંધકાર સર્વત્ર ફેલાઈ ચુક્યો હતો. નજરને આકાશની અનંત ઉચાઈએથી ધરા પર ઉતરણ કરાવ્યું. આંખના ખૂણાને અંગુઠાના નખથી લૂછ્યો અને………………..

 

 

 

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એ… મારે બારી પાસે બેસવું છે!!


ગેસ ભરેલો ફુગ્ગો હવામાં ઉપર ચઢે છે. ઘરની છત પર જઈને અટકી જાય છે, વધારાનો દોરો બાંધી ફુગ્ગાને વધારે ઉચો ચઢાવામાં ઓર મજા આવે છે. રીક્ષા હોય કે કાર બારી પાસે બેસવામાં જ મજા આવે છે. પેનની શાહી જયારે ઉભરાય જાય છે ત્યારે નાનકડી નોટના છેલ્લા પાના થી ગાલ પર ના લીસોટા ભુસ્વાની કળા શીખવી પડતી નથી. ગ્રુપફોટોમાં ” એ! હું ક્યાં?” પ્રશ્ન બવજ મીઠો લાગે છે. બાલસંદેશના જોડકા કાગળમાં લખી બીજા દિવસે સ્કુલમાં બોલવાની કેવી મજા પડે! ફ્રી ડ્રેસ હોય ત્યારે મમ્મી પપ્પા ના જુના કપડા માંથી કૈક નવું બનાવી પેરવાની જીદ મીઠી લાગે છે. રવિવારની રજા માણી સોમવારે સ્કુલ ના જવા માટે ના નીતનવીન બાના કઈ university શીખવાડે છે? ચાંદની રાત ચાદરમાં સંતાઈ ચંદામામાની વાર્તા સાંભળવી છે એમ કોણ ક્યે છે? રોજ અલગ અલગ પ્રકારની લાણી ખાવા ખોળામાં આવી કોણ બેસી જાય છે? લોવર કેજી કે હાયર કેજી ની ડ્રોઈંગ બૂક ખોલીને ક્યારેય જોઈ છે? ઈશ્વરે સૃષ્ટી કેમ સર્જી હશે એના દર્શન થશે! આડા અવળા અક્ષરોમાં મોરનો નિબંધ વાંચવાની જે મજા છે એ
Ph.D. thesis માં ક્યાં? નાનકડી ચોટલીમાં નીતનવીન રંગો ભરી કોણ તોતલા અવાજમાં ગીતો ગાય છે? સમજી તો ગયા જ હશો કે કોની વાત કરું છું!
હા, હું વાત કરું છું “બાળપણ” ની !!!

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the time is gone now


the time is gone now the time is gone now when we rode on father’s shoulder and cried in mother’s lap the time is gone now when we fought with younger brothers and sisters for pies the time is gone now when grandma’s stories fascinated us and the time is gone now when we made day dreams those are not the days now when people like to listen our sweet voice and the time is gone now when we were waited for to kidding where are those days now when we made silly excuses for bunking schools and those are not the days when we liked toys more than anything the time is gone now when we were not wise enough to discriminate and the days are gone now when we used to share our water without knowing ‘Name’ somebody throw me back to those days when ‘I’ was “We” or “i” somebody tell me where are those fancy days:( the time is gone now when we cried for no reason as now is the time when we laugh for no reason the time is gone when we got world in few pies and the time is gone when we loved the things we hate nowthe time is gone now the time is gone now when we rode on father’s shoulder and cried in mother’s lap the time is gone now when we fought with younger brothers and sisters for pies the time is gone now when grandma’s stories fascinated us and the time is gone now when we made day dreams those are not the days now when people like to listen our sweet voice and the time is gone now when we were waited for to kidding where are those days now when we made silly excuses for bunking schools and those are not the days when we liked toys more than anything the time is gone now when we were not wise enough to discriminate and the days are gone now when we used to share our water without knowing ‘Name’ somebody throw me back to those days when ‘I’ was “We” or “i” somebody tell me where are those fancy days:( the time is gone now when we cried for no reason as now is the time when we laugh for no reason the time is gone when we got world in few pies and the time is gone when we loved the things we hate now

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Teaching English in Modern Time


Acknowledgement
“Words are common but actions are rare”
With the graceful blessings of almighty and Parents I testify myself by highlighting some of the part I know. I salute the people whose sincere help and support pulled my endeavor of sharing the views which otherwise could have never been so public. The piece of writing that eventually rests in your hand to be read has got a wide range to be designed. I’ve got direct and indirect instinct from various sources to build the disordered ideas in an ordered manner (may be)
I appreciate the guts of entire team of Jay Career Academy and especially Shree Chinatan Vaishnav with whose coordination; my views have got a shape of words and been readable for you. I also don’t want to skip all my students and friends by being with whom I could not only identify their potent but also their need and expectations. It is my humble duty to mention some of my close friends and colleagues; Mr. Vishvesh Khiraiya, Mr. Hardik Vipra, Mr. and Divyesh Vithlani (Dipu) whose warming, carrying and inspiring company enabled me in an area of Teaching (actually learning). I also thank the people whom I might have forgotten despite of their hidden help to me. Last but not the least, I, joint handedly, bow all my teachers from nursery to masters who ignored all my lapses and not only taught me and enabled me but also made my existence meaningful.
All the people mentioned above have played a role of friend, philosopher and guide for me. I wholeheartedly acknowledge the tribute to gratify all of them with my sincere regards.
I offer this article not only to the students but also to that Teacher who truly believes him/her self still a student. At the end of the reading, the hill weight doubts and comments may/must pope up to which I would like to open handedly welcome.

Core
Teaching is that heavy term that I’ve dared to centralize in this piece of writing. As we know or don’t, teaching not or rather never possible. It may interest you to know that one can never know ‘how to teach’. It is because Teaching is never possible; the only thing that is possible is Learning that is to learn and to make other learn. What we’re actually doing is simply learning. We can learn in certain way and we make other learn in certain way. Classroom, to me, is as good as a laboratory where both students and teacher/s involve themselves in the same process, i.e. ‘Learning’. While teaching, even a teacher learns various methods of Teaching. With this, we may state that students learn what the teacher has already (learnt). And the teacher might be making them learn by any other way he/she would like.
The second most important point to take into the notice is ‘Language’. A part and parcel of human life- language an entity (unit) that has proved human mind to be the most brilliant of all the creatures. It is unquestionably a truth universally acknowledged that language has been devised by human mind only. Human, as a social animal, has to express the ideas and it is nothing but language that becomes the medium of that expression. Moreover, language is not only a medium but also a source of knowledge. As a matter of fact, therefore, there are two approaches towards language: I. Language as medium (for other branch/es of knowledge) and II. Language itself. Language has its own separate area for deep study which we know as Linguistics which has further many other branches such as Phonetics, Phonology, Morphology, Grammar etc. It’d be even easier to summarize by thinking over the role of English Language. It plays a role of mediator to teach other subjects which are nonliterary such as Technical, Commercial, Scientific or many other which are neither directly nor indirectly concerned with Language learning. These are all the questionable and debatable areas to which I’m trying to draw my readers’ (and listeners’) attention with a hope that they might be justified in an even better way than they have / haven’t been till date.

Teaching English in Modern Era
The History of Technical Education in India.
The history of imparting the formal technical education in India can be traced back to mid 19th century, although it was strengthened in 20th century with the step up of constitution of the central university board of education (CABE) in 1943 and formation of All India Council of Technical Education (AICTE) in 1945. As India got independence, technical education played a major role in nation’s growth and development. It was this time when the establishment of Indian Institute of Management and Indian Institute of Science took place. These steps aimed to change the outlook of India.
“The country which earlier was known for Yoga and Meditation is now known for computer engineers.”

Although it was and is a reality that this progress did not happen overnight. Even after more than 60 years of independence India has such rural areas where government has still not been able to give facility of street light and good roadways. But one of the major questions for the Indian Government was to maintain the quality and standard of technical education that exists even today and here the language played and still is playing the most significant role. AICTE was established in 1945 which is responsible and authorized to take any major or minor decision in the Technical Education not only for the betterment of Education but also for the betterment of Nation. The time of 1945 is remarkable because Indian was still colonized by British government and internationally this period is considered to be post modern era i.e. because of its being a time immediately after First World War. As the technical education courses in India are quite diverse, the number of Technical institutes is also huge. the number of institutes providing degree engineering courses is 4,39,689 and 1244 is the number of Indian institutes that offer diploma courses in engineering, 415 pharmacy, 63 in Hotel management,25 in architecture, 1012 for MCA and around the same number is there for MBA, M.Tech or M.E. This statistics indicates the priority that India has given to technical education since independence till date. Indian government is giving equal importance to the growth and development of technical education and thereby of Nation in future. Moreover number of foreign and private colleges have shaken hands with the government and strengthened the project of enlightenment. The prime minister of India has sanctioned the plan to establish 8 IITs, 7 IIMs and 5IISCs to improve and uplift the quality and standard of technical education in India.
With the statistics of the progress in Technical Education in India, it is an issue to think upon the rising need if learning and teaching English as all the higher studied in field of science and technology are in English and with this the need of perfection is also felt; perfection in terms of quality and standardization. The question that remains in core is to qualify and standardize such a huge education system where, as mentioned above, Language has got a special priority. Every literature is influenced by the language by the medium of which it is imparted. Students who pursue technical education have to set up their mind that they have to at least learn basic English. This issue is not limited till technical education but it affects to those students who pursue to face competitive exams for class I or II but many of them cannot achieve it only because they lag behind in English. (This may not be applicable only for English)
Although English as a second language and English in a nonliterary class room are two different areas to approach. English, in technical or nonliterary education, is not only for one purpose. Most of the students treat English just as one of the subjects that they have to pass with at least score that they do not have to get it back. The nature of reception by the students to the English Language is absolutely not like it should be. Mostly in lower level where most of the students are coming after completing their high school education in their language that is not English. Here comes the question that is what approach a teacher should adopt as a language teacher. Most of the time it is felt that the students for whom English is not the first language have learnt English till their secondary days by Translation method. Once they are habituated of translation, they face problems in the class where a teacher delivers a lecture in English. There the process of communication remains almost incomplete as whatever is encoded cannot be properly decoded. This happens for many reasons such as students’ first time reception of English language, their capacity to decode, interest and so on. It has been observed that the students even having completed their bachelor or master degree face problem in English communication (written or oral). It is a matter of fact that the importance or need of learning English is not limited till communication or enable one to speak English. As we know in the current era English has become the window to world of Information and technology. English is the second most spoken language of the world and medium of education related to Science and Technology.
English in India
Officially English is considered to be an assistant language and also the second National language of India. After Hindi it is not only the most commonly spoken language in India but also the most read and written language in India. English, all over the world, is spoken differently and accordingly it is given identification. Indian English, likewise, has its own place in world English. English has got its special place not only in Indian Academic World but also in Indian Literature. Anglo Indian writers have given the best of them in Indian writing in English. R.K.Narayan, MulkRaj Ananad, Arundhati Roy, Anita Desai are the writers who wrote Indian Literature in English. Moreover the 20th century leading writers like Chetan Bhagat have given new direction to Indian literature in English. This way English has been indianized in India. English symbolizes Indian minds, better education, better culture and higher intellect.
Most of the business correspondence in Indian is generated in English. Moreover English has become the ladder to the world of Science and technology. Indian Students (mostly looking for higher studies) get the best platform outside the country. The books for higher studies in Science and technology are available only in English and they cannot be translated in the regional languages because most of the technical words like micro soft, software, hardware, pendrive and many other have no actual and perfect regional translation. In addition to this one must hold it that Indian is multilingual country where English is spoken commonly as well as differently. It is also usual among Indian students to abruptly move to speak fluent English in the middle of their conversations. English is very important in some systems – legal, financial, educational, business – in India. The reason Indians give such importance to English is related to the fact that India was once upon a time a British colony. When the British started ruling India, they searched for Indian mediators who could help them to administrate India. The British adopted the policy and it was to create an Indian class who should think like the British, or as it was said then in Britain “Indians in blood and color but English in taste, in opinions and morals and intellect”. The British also established universities in India based on British models with emphasis on English and they also got Indians to get their education in British universities. The English Christian missionaries came to India from 1813 and they also built schools at primary level for Indians in which the language of instruction was local language. Later on the missionaries built high schools with English as the language of instruction which obliged the Indians who wanted to study to have a good knowledge of English. The British rulers began building their universities in India from 1857. English became the first language in Indian education. Many new schools were established in which the language of instruction was English. According to the British laws the language of instruction at university level was English and therefore schools that emphasized English were preferred by ambitious Indians. Even after more than 60 years of India’s independence, English remained the main language of India. Even today schools in India that emphasis English are considered better schools and the same is the case at university levels, even though there is a trend towards Indianization. In the 1970s and 1980s about one third of the Indian schools had English as their first language.

Indian Cosmopolitanism
India is a country with integrity in diversity.
Different languages are spoken in different parts of the country. These regional languages differ from each other so much that it is not possible to communicate with people of other regions without a common language. Further, India is growing on all fronts whether it is social or economic angle. For all this, there is need of a common language i.e., English. It is this language which is understood almost all over the region in addition to national language of Hindi, all schools and colleges teach English and mostly have it as a medium of instruction. There is a large number of schools and colleges where the medium of instruction is not English and English is taught as the second language. Students who complete their study in any other language except English chase to learn English. The number of spoken English class is day by day increasing therefore.
Importance of English in Science and Technological Education in India
In today’s world, we have to get knowledge of advanced technologies and all kinds of branches of Science. There is an urgent need of such a common language which can be understood by youth all over India and the language in which all data and information is available. It is English only which can be rightly selected as the language to be studied by all of us from the very primary level. This language is a store house of social and political knowledge. Hence, study of English language is of great importance for a developing country like India. Without knowledge of this language, our technicians, mechanics and engineers cannot progress.
Further, a nation can remain intact only when its leaders can understand the people living in different regions and can communicate with them in effective and cordial manner. All leaders cannot understand more than ten to fifteen languages of various regions, however, they can easily understand the common language English. This language is important to inspire unity not only at the national level but at the international level. To control the separatist tendencies of our varied communities, we must continue to teach English. Without learning and communicating in this language, we will perish one day. To survive in modern society, English knowledge is as essential as water.
Today, USA and other countries have made tremendous progress in the field of science and technology. In space technology, we have no match to them. The world is making progress in these fields at a terrific speed. To increase and encourage more research work in Science and Technology, we have to study all these subjects in detail. And for this the importance of English cannot be denied. Our own regional languages do not have the depth and capacity to understand and co-relate all these technological developments and as such, cannot serve the purpose to keep pace with the fast growing world outside. Most of the best books on all such subjects are available in English language only. We cannot translate it all in our own regional languages, therefore, knowledge of English can only prove to be a blessing.
Every nation must develop and encourage its own language. However, in India we have diversity in languages and it is not possible for many years ahead to have a common language like Hindi. Under such circumstances, we cannot wait for long, otherwise we will be left far behind. As such, till such time one language is developed, we must learn and teach English from the beginning itself. Some subject like Science, Mathematics and technological books must be taught in English only. This fact is being realized now by those who had opposed teaching in English few years ago. They now know that we have not been able to prosper like other countries of the world due to keeping ourselves away from English. It is this language which can uplift us not only within our own country but throughout the world. We will be no less than anybody in the world with knowledge of English.
It may be exaggeration to say but breaking the patience I would state that When an English teacher explains the importance of English in general, it sounds like a mother favors and supports her child on a street quarrel with other children. It is beyond dispute that teaching English is as important issue for R & D Research and Development as an issue for which I have crushed my pen on last few pages. A student who takes English Language as his/her special subject for her bachelor and master degree and ultimately achieves the goal that is to be an English Teacher forgets the irony that whether his/her students take English language more than a subject to score at least passing marks. Here the question wakes up and that is Valuation and Devaluation of Teaching English and that paves way and leads to think on a question: i.e. “How to teach”. It is a formality to enlist one’s name in a list of the scholars and analyzers who gave their heavy views on the above question. Numerable books on a library shells are getting dust: the books are on various methods of teaching. It is because Teaching is becoming more experimental than theoretical. It would be sarcastic to say that the number of books on ‘how to learn’ is not even less than half of the number of the books that talk about ‘how to teach’. Here my aim is not to guide or teach the readers as t how to teach nor have I intended to say how I teach. This is simply a repetition of something that I’ve already mentioned: “Teaching is not or rather never possible” the only thing that exists is Learning. Therefore unfortunately out of many students of a best teaching teacher, only one comes first. Because that poor students knows the skill of learning better than his/her teacher’s skill of teaching.
We can understand this in an even better way from the example of Eklavya who learnt archery even without physical presence of his mentor Dronacharya. May the students of Modern era follow him at least in the physical presence of their teacher in the class full of facilities like books, fans, benches, board, reference books and so on.
“I do not end but rest my discourse”

Imran Khan M. Yusufzay
M.A. B.Ed. (English)
Assistant Professor & Head
General Dep’t.
OM Institute of Engg. & Tech.,
Junagadh

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BANO – મારી પેહલી લઘુનવલ..


Preface

                                                                              I am wholeheartedly thankful to all those who became mediators and helpers for making my effort possible. I, with great hope, keep my present work open for all my readers and commentators to respond it in a way they like. As a great philosopher Oscar Wild has said, ”Art’s for Art sake” and the critics like Longinus has emphasized on the sublimity of a literary work, I may break and crack all these classic standards and exhibit my potential. I’m thankful to my uncle Mr. Shakil Munshi for making me introduced to WordPress.com and  thereby getting my present work published in a distinctive way. I owe all my teachers from nursery to masters for molding my career and my self socially and conceptually strong enough. I am highly thankful to all my friends and family members for their all-timesupprt and passions. I cease my monotonous discourse and let you read.

Imran khan   

Broken roof was allowing the drops of rain to damp the floor of the house, where Bano was sitting been crowded by her five children who had lost their father just a month ago. Rashid, the eldest son, had gone to the bus station with the basket of fruits to sell so that he could get some amount of money for evening meal. Bano, at some extent, had lost her mental balance as she had been widow in her very early age with six children left. Her husband Kadir (died at 35 year of age) was a teacher in a government school. Bano, therefore, was supposed to be given some amount of money from government but not actually in a time period when she was in need of it. Second eldest child was Shanno – a girl of tender age. She was in standard 8th. After the death of father Kadir, she began going outside with her mother Bano, in search of some work for earning. The other two girls, next to Shanno, were Nasreen and Yaso who were so young and not physically or mentally fit for labor. Aziz was the fifth child – a school going boy. He was very naughty but innocent. He could hardly understand that his father was then no more. He, every evening, waited for his father to come and bring a new toy for him. The youngest was Shakku – an infant of barely six months had unfortunately been totally deprived of paternal love. Amongst the six, Rashid and Shanno could understand what orphan meant. After Kadir’s death family’s economic condition was totally collapsed, since he was the only one to earn bread and butter for his nest. Kadir loved Bano a lot and he never let her worry or work for anything. After Kadir’s death, Bano did not get much help from her in-laws nor did she expect even. Kadir’s death was a crucial time in Bano’s life where her struggle began from. Bano, according to Islamic Shariyat, was supposed to sit for four and half month in Iddat. (time duration of four and half month wherein a widow is supposed to be totally isolated from society and family because her husband has passed away) but Bano didn’t do so because she was the only one to feed her children and take care of them. Bano was not much educated although she possessed very deep knowledge of Urdu and Arabic language that she was inherited of from her mother Amama. She, therefore, began working as a housemaid from house to house. It was really not easy to up bring six children for a widow. Shanno everyday went with Bano to a flour mill to collect the flour left at the end of the day. They brought it home and made Rotee out of it.

Rashid, the eldest son, was in 10th standard. He had very well understood the criticality of his family. He burnt all his childhood and threw himself in the furnace for earning money and helping the family. He had to work very hard for the whole day. He went to bus station for selling fruits and news papers. He got enough money to get evening meal. He never kept a single pie on his pocket. He bought some Lanee for Aziz and few things for Shakku and rest of the money he gave to Bano. The only time he could study was night. Both Shanno and Rashid used to read during night under the light of single available lamp. Both Rashid and Shanno loved their family a lot and could forgo anything for it. Bano had almost forgotten to smile after Kadir’s death. She just worked harder and harder to feed her children. She had also doing work like selling Papad and washing cloths or something of that sort. The only thing she sought after was to feed her children no matter she had to be only on a glass of water. When Kadir was alive, he had kept goats and a pair of chickens. Now Bano could not afford them so had sold but kept a goat she had named it Sona. It had one kid. Aziz was mad of playing with kids. Now the milk that Sona gave had been one source of income for Bano. Even the house Kadir and Bano used to live was now on rent. Bano had shifted her self and children in a small room. Shanno, the second eldest child could very well understand the seriousness of the time. She was more mature than her age. When people heard about Kadir, they used to show sympathy towards Bano and offer for help. But Bano was the lady of self respect and she didn’t want, any cost, to spoil Kadir’s name. She was ready to die not to be helped or obliged. Bano, however, herself uneducated but she didn’t want to keep her any child deprived of education. She, despite of her poverty, didn’t want to compromise in that case. She had firmly made up her mind to edify every of her children and she was very strict and careful for their children’s school and study. She, in a regular period of time, used pay visit to the school where her children studied. Shanno and Rashid were self conscious in that matter therefore they need not be rebuked. But Aziz, he was very naughty and escapist so far so study and homework were concerned. He was in 4th standard. Yaso and Nasreen were in the same class in std. 7th and were not bad at study. They also took very good care of Shakku when Bano and Shakku had to be out side for work. However many times, Bano had to come back to home for Shakku who could not tolerate hunger and absence of hid mother Bano. In that case, many tines Bano handed over Shakku to Aapa.

Aapa was the next door neighbor to Bano. She was few years elder than Bano – a middle aged woman. She was willingly unmarried; used to wear Black Burakha. She was very close to Bano right from Bano had come there after marriage. Aapa had no one in her family. She had a sister who was married and living at a long distant. She feed her self doing embroidery work and other little business. She was Bano’s well wisher and all time helper.

Needles in a clock were indicating that it was6:30of evening and the house was getting murky.

“Coming….” cried Shanno when she heard somebody knocking on a wooden tattered door.

Shanno opened the bolted the door thinking that there must be Aapa.

“Come Aapa, please come” Shanno welcomed Aapa. Her hands were white for she was making Rotee.

“Is Bano in?” inquired Aapa giving the bunch she was holding to Shanno.

“Yes, Aapa” Shanno accepted the bunch.

“Ammi” cried Shanno. (Ammi is a typical Muslim word for mother) “Aapa has come”

“Bano?” Aapa’s voice was law when she was taking her slippers out. She went inside.

Bano was covering her head with a long white piece of cloth reading the Quaran (a holy book of Islam). Aapa, finding Bano busy in ‘Tilavateh Quaran’ (reading Quaran), sat down the floor. Aziz came running and sat in Aapa’s lap for he knew Aapa had got Lanee for him he liked. Aapa loved Aziz a lot. Aziz ran out snatching Lanee from Aapa’s hand. Aapa laughed with his quick impish departure.

“Good that you came Aapa, how are you?” said Bano uncovering her head. She kept Quaran on a higher place and sat beside Aapa. Shakku was sleeping in a cradle.

“Bano” said Aapa “I have brought some more order for Papad (a chapatti shaped slice made of wheat edible either fried or baked) today for you and few things for Shakku I just gave to Shanno.

“Aapa, you are taking lot trouble for us” Bano’s face was down.

“Bano” Aapa broke her line before Bano could say something more “You are making me feel ashamed telling this.”

Bano’s face was still down and hands busy were with Tasbih.

“Aapa” Shnno’s voice. She had brought a glass of water for Aapa.

“God bless you” spoke Aapa taking glass of water.

Bismillah…” Aapa murmured before drinking water. (Bismillah is an Arabic word that means “I begin with the name of almighty Allah”)

“Shanno” Bano’s orderly voice for Shanno “light the lamp and call Aziz in side, its going to be Magreeb soon. And where is Rashid?”

“Yes Ammi I just do it. Bhayjan has gone to collect money for today morning he’d gone for selling newspapers. …must be coming now” reply came from Shanno.

Bano nodded her head and again her lips were murmuring with Tasbeeh in hand.

“Azi…… z….”  Shnno’s loud call to Aziz. He was still playing out side.

It was just going to be a month that Kadir had passed away so naturally the clouds of sorrow were visible on Bano’s face. Now were only Bano and Aapa sitting in a room. Shakku was in cradle.

“Bano” Aapa’s voice was low. She held Bano’s fingers. “Did you talk to the principal of the school where Kadir worked for your widow pension?” Aapa’s interrogative.

Before Bano could respond, Shakku cried. Bano went close to the cradle and gave little push.

“Alla…. hu…, Alla…. hu …., Alla…. hooooo” Bano sang lullaby to keep Shakku calm and slept.

“Yes Aapa, I’d gone there” Bano answered to Aapa’s query.

“What did they say?” Aapa’s another question.

“They said the entire procedure will take at least a month to be done” She was trying to keep Shakku calm.

“Still a month? Didn’t you talk about your condition now?” asked Aapa with care and worry.

Bano, in reply, just nodded her head negatively that meant No.

Aapa knew Bano very well. She knew that Bano was never going to plead, therefore she didn’t prolong the topic. It was sharp 6:50by wall clock when Shanno entered in the room with a lamp lit in her hand. Again the silence was cracked. It was Aazaan (the call of Allah) in the mosque nearby.

“Allahoo Akbar, Allahoo Akbar…..”

Trio – Bano, Aapa and Shanno covered their head. It was a respect symbolically given to Aazaanby women.

Next day morning, Rashid was running with a bunch of newspapers in hand, from one bus to another. He was offering a newspaper to every new face he saw. He had kept a plastic cover in his armpit to protect the bunch of newspapers from rain since half of June had passed and it could be raining at any time. He’d nothing to keep himself safe from rain. Suddenly he felt some drops of rain falling. He immediately ran and settled himself under the nearest shelter and enclosed the newspaper in a plastic cover. Rashid used to keep books with him. Whenever he got time, he started reading; no matter wherever he was. He took one book out from his Khadeebag. ‘Social Study – Std. 10’ was printed on its cover below which Rashid had written his name. Rashid took lot of care of his books. He was reading and also selling news paper whensoever any passer by demanded. He was standing under a roof where beside people were waiting for bus to come. He was reading history part (his favorite). Suddenly his concentration was disturbed by a child. He was crying and pleading to his father to get a new bicycle. He would just be of 7 or 8 years.

“No… I want it, want it” child was crying when he uttered these words.

“Keep quite my child – don’t cry. Don’t, don’t” his father was cajoling him and wiping the tears from his fat cheeks.

Rashid was unblinkingly witnessing the scene.

“Listen, listen tome.” said father when his son was still crying.

“No….. no, I want” child’s voice was on high tone.

“Ok, beta when we’ll reach home, I’ll buy you a new bicycle. But we can’t it now na?!?!mmmm???”

Father was trying hard to get his son convinced

“Promise???” this was a very innocent question by the son to his father.

Pakka promise” (Definitely) father took a big chocolate out of his pocket and left lifting his son on his shoulder.

Rashid had enclosed the bunch of newspapers in plastic cover but the book he was reading had held a drop of tears. Yes, Rashid’s eyes were wet. In no time, he sunk in memories and went back to past. The words of his father Kadir pulled him back. He visualized the scene in his subconscious mind. Kadir had given him a promise a year ago.

“When my clever son Rashid will come first, I’ll buy him a newly launched bicycle” Kadir’s words for Rashid a year ago.

“…of read color???” asked Rashid with smile on face.

“Yes, chilly red” Kadir had said with glow in his eyes.

“Yeeeeee…….” shouted Rashid with joy. Kadir had kissed Rashid and given him a tight hug.

“He.. Give one” Rashid was dragged back to now when somebody demanded a news paper. Rashid gave him one. He was still crying. Nobody noticed because it was raining. Tears mingled with rain.

 

Yaso and Nasreen were enjoying rain out side the house. First rain and Aziz inside! No way. There was no limit of his joy when he too was welcoming rain and getting him self wet and muddy with Yaso and Nasreen. Shanno was helping her mother to shift the house hold things in a corner where they could be safe from rainy water. There were tins of wheat and utensils and other little crockery, flour in a plastic sack and vegetables enclosed in a cloth to keep fresh. There were other things that should necessarily be in kitchen. Roof was damaged from many places. Bano had kept Shakku’s cradle in a safe corner and covered it with a long rainproof cloth. Shanno was holding the falling water in an old plastic jar. Aziz, Yaso and Nasreen were splashing water to one another and dancing out side in a compound.

“Yaso, Nasreen” cried Shanno “Ammi is calling you now. Azi…z, you too. Get in”

She was keeping the books in a secure place. Children and the first rain; therefore who out of trio was going to pay attention to Shanno’s cry! None.

“Look, look, look, my boat…” Aziz was shouting and showing to Yaso and Nasreen a paper boat he’d made.

Bano took the goat – ‘Sona’ in with its kid. Shanno came out with an umbrella to pull the trio in. Shanno too wanted to enjoy rain she couldn’t.

“e….e…..e…… go…..ne”  Aziz sang in rise and fall tone when his paper boat sank.

“Shanno” Rashid’s call to Shanno. He had come back to home after day’s hard work. He was all wet. He was holding some food in hand he had covered it with plastic. His payjama’s ends were folded up and legs were muddy. He was sneezing and shivering of cold.

“Bhyjan ca….me” Yaso and Nasreen were happy with Rashid’s arrival when they shouted with joy. Aziz went close to Rashid and demanded Lanee. Aziz began jumping to catch the bunch full ofLanee. Rashid never forgot buying it knew Aziz. Rashid lifted Aziz on his shoulder and started dancing with Yaso and Nasreen. Shanno took the bunch of food from Rashid hand and ran inside holding umbrella.

“Rashid Bahyjan, come inside. You will get flue” Shanno’s call came from inside, loaded with care and worry for his elder brother. But for Rashid, dancing with those three was first priority. He really loved them a lot. After half an hour of dance party, Rashid got the trio convinced to get in. he dried him self and sat beside Shanno who was preparing hot ‘kava’ for Rashid. (his favouirite)

“Hmmm… testy” Rashid praised kava offered by Shanno as he ever did.

Shanno just gave a carrying smile in reply. Rashid quickly finished kava and stood up coughing a bit to clear his throat. He took a small plastic bag out in which he’d kept an amount of money he earned today. It was 75 rupees. He went close to Bano to give her that amount. Bano was standing in a corner. She had covered her head with a black piece of cloth. She had opened a big old wooden sandook and was standing there. She had bent her head.

“Ammi” said Rashid. The amount he was holding.

“Take this Ammi and keep saved. Now it’s a monsoon. This roof is quite damaged and needs to be repaired now. I’ve talked to Rahim (a mason) too. He said that he would come and repair this on a reasonable rate”

Rashid took pause and sat near the cradle. Shakku was in. Rashid gave a kiss on Shakku’s forehead and gave a little push to cradle.

“Ammi” Rashid looked at Bano to tell something but he didn’t proceed. He found Bano absolutely numb. Bano’s face was not visible. Rashid felt that Bano was holding something. He could sense her sobbing.

“Ammi, you are crying?” Rashid’s voice was low.

Bano didn’t reply. She was holding an old photo-frame in which a very old photograph was fit. It was Kadir’s and Bono’s; when they had gone to the Taj Mahal for the first time after their marriage. Before Rashid could see it, Bano wiped her tears and kept the photograph where it was. She closed the sandook and took money from Rashid to keep it in a wooden cupboard.

“Ammi” as Rashid began to tell something, a familiar voice interrupted the suffocation. It was Aapa on door.

“Come Aapa, come” said Bano, spreading a chatai on floor. Both Bano and Aapa began talking as always. Rashid left from there.

Next day was a Friday yet the school was off due to heavy rain on last night. Aziz was happy not to attend school and so was killing time by playing marbles with his friends of his age. It was not raining but the roads were too rough and muddy to walk. The sky might any time drop

“Get in Aziz” shouted Shanno as she always used to.

“Today is a holiday” a quick answer came from Aziz while he was playing marbles.

“But who will go for Namaz; today is ‘Jumma’ (Jumma means Friday. It’s a holy day of Islamic week), c’mon, get in and take bath, see Rashid Bhayjan is ready” said Shanno when she was collecting clothes from wire as it might rain any time. Aziz gave no response and and continued playing.

“Wait, am going to call Ammi” Shanno sweetly threatened.

“a……a…..let me play for a while” pleaded Aziz.

“Aziz” a call came from inside. It was Bano’s voice loaded with anger. Aziz took his tongue out, threw the marbles and ran inside in no time for taking bath. Rashid was ready. He was wearing white Jabhbha  and Salwar with white cap (topi). Rashid was very much fond of keeping himself neat and clean. When Kadir was alive, he used to give Attar (a type of nonalcoholic scent) to Rashid to apply on clothes every Friday. But now Rashid had given it up.

“Bhayjan” Shanno’s voice for Rashid. “Why you look so worried? What happed?” It was inscrutably rhetorical yet subtle question (in Rashid’s absence) yet Shanno asked. She was very quick at sensing Rashid’s anxieties. That even Rashid knew. He, therefore, never kept any secret any shared everything with Shanno. There was not much gap between them.

“Tomorrow is my result of prelim examination. And you know Ammi. She is…” Rashid took a pause of a second and said, “I’ve worked hard but still…” Rashid remained incomplete and looked at Bano. She was, like every Friday, busy in ‘Tlavate Quaran’

“Bhayjan, don’t worry. Allah will do all good. And you’ll surely pass with good marks. I’ve faith. And I’ll pray to Allah and I know he will never ignore me” Shanno’s words were fully loving, carrying and confident.

“May it happen as you say” Rashid took a long breath and left for Namaz.

Sky was cloudy when it was 5:30at evening. Yaso and Nasreen were busy in doing their homework. Rashid was, as usual, not at home. Shanno had gone to distribute Papad. Bano was giving push to cradle Shakku was sleeping in; she was sitting besides the cradle. Aziz was sleeping in Bano’s lap. Bano had covered her head with white cloth. Her fingures were busy with Tasbeeh.

“Bano..” a familiar voice of Aapa.

“Go Yaso and open the door” Bano’s mild order to Yaso. Yaso ran and unbolted the door. Aapa came in. She first gave Lanee  to Yaso and Nasreen.

“Oh ! the devil is sleeping !” said Aapa laughed finding Aziz sleeping. She lovingly touched his head. Cradle Shakku was sleeping was sleeping in was moving slowly. It was causing noise due to not properly being oiled that audible.

“Aapa, tea will suit you? I just come with a cup of tea. Told Bano and as she was getting up, Aapa hold her hand and made her sit.

“No, Bano. Nothing.” Said Aapa. Today she was looking very upset.

“What happened Aapa? Everything alright?” inquired Bano when she sensed something hidden on Aapa’s face. Aapa had never been so tensed before.

“Actually, my elder sister Amina” Aapa’s voice.

“Yes, yes, what happened?” Bano’s response before Aapa could go further. Bano stopped pushing cradle.

“She is hospitalized”

“Allah” Bano voice with long breath.

“… and I have immediately been called there. Therefore I’ll have to go. I am here to give you the key of my house. You can use it any time. I might not come for the next ten to twelve days”

“But, Aapa…” Bano had to take a pause.

“Listen its going to be heavy rain in next two days, I suppose. And am leaving today night only.”

“ Aapa, my I help you in any manner? Should I come with you? Rashid and Shannon can look after here.” Bano’s offer to Aapa.

“No, no, no.” said Aapa raising her hand, “You have responsibilities here. Children can’t handle it alone. You don’t worry and stay here.”Bano responded with words unspoken to Aapa but grief was visible over her face.

“I’ll not be at home for the next I don’t know how many days. Quarane Mazid  shoul’d be kept closed for these many days. I hand it over to you so that it can remain being read and I can save myself from sin. Take care of your self and children.” Aapa gave kiss on Aziz’s forehead with saying, “Good that Aziz is sleeping otherwise he might not let me go” True it was that Aziz was too close to Aapa. He often used to play in Aapa’s house, many times take meal with Aapa, Aapa too loved Aziz like her son.

“Ok! Yaso, Nasreen, will you take care of your mAmmi?” asked Aapa to both the girls.

“Yes, we’ll. Aapa when will you come back?” asked Yaso and Nasreen to Aapa in unison with eyes wet.

“Very soon my dolls, very soon” Aapa gave tight hug to both the girls. Even Aapa had griped her tears, was a reality.

“Alright Bano, I should leave” Aapa, in these many years, was first time going away from Bano and children. Even when Kadir was alive, Aapa was as close and helpful to Bano as now. But now when Kadir was no more and Aapa had to go was more painful for both.

“Take care Aapa. And let me know about there by letter as you reach, if possible.” proposed Bano and both embraced.

“Yes, I’ll try” Aapa handed over the key of her house and left. Aapa prayed for Aapa’s sister to bestow her with good health.

It was Saturday morning. Rashid was running breathlessly. He was holding his result. He was barefoot and running with a bullet speed. Today he’d got more Lanee for his Aziz, Yaso and Nasreen. He’d specially bought Shanno’s favorite sweet for her. Naturally he had got good marks. He was too impatient to reach home and show his result to Bano and Shanno. Today distance from school to home was longer than always. He was waving his result in his one hand up and shouting. Finally, he reached.

“Ammi….., Shanno……” He came close to the door which was bolted from inside. He had run fast and was hurriedly breathing that was audible. His perspiring face was dropping water. His lips had turned dry. He was tapping his palm on a wooden door. He again cried and called Shanno but he was answered by heavy silence. But that did not divert his attention.

“Shanno, O….. Shanno….., open the door. Where’re you? Come fast” Rashid was on door holding result, Lanee and sweet. His breath was up. He was so excited to show his result to Bano. He sensed Shanno inside unbolting the door. The door was finally opened.

“Shanno” Shouted Rashid with joy.

But in no time, his joy converted into silence and his smile disappeared when he saw Nasreen on door unexpectedly. She was crying, she could utter only a word wiping her wet cheeks. And it was “Bhayjan”

“What happened?” Rashid sat down to ask what she was crying for. Nasreen hardly opened the door for him knew Rashid. Nasreen couldn’t answer for she was speedily sobbing. She just held Rashid’s finger and led him in. Rashid went in and there he found Shanno sitting on floor. She never used to sit so. She had tightly pressed her left shoulder with right hand palm. She was sitting absolutely speechless. Her left shoulder was seriously injured. And it was continuously bleeding. Rashid lost his temper; he was deeply shocked and shouted like thunder when he saw Shanno like that. This time his shout contained something else. He threw his result and things he was holding in a corner and sat beside Shanno. He was with words unspoken. He had already begun crying. Before he asks what had happened, he took his long muffler out (seldom he used to put on) and tightly rolled it over to Shanno’s shoulder. The blood coming out didn’t cease.

“Shanno” Rashid’s sobbing words, “how did this happen” asked Rashid restlessly.

Shanno was with head down on her knees and was not ready to answer. Rashid affectionately put his palm on Shanno’s head and asked,

“What happened?”

Rashid’s question was followed by Nasreen’s and Aziz’s tears. They were too crying. Rashid could make out nothing. He didn’t even notice that Bano was nowhere around.

….to be continued

 

 

 

 

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