Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Milan ki Muskurahat (In memory of my darling Ammi)

Khushi ka surkh jhonka tha
jo mujhko le geya tum tuk,
Nahin ab woh udaasi hey
jo thi kal ke sawerey main....

Tumharey muskuratey hont
jo mujhse keh gaye sub kuch,
Sakoon ki manzilein paa lein
tumharee khamoshi ne yon...

Woh yaadein ab bhi aati hain
ke jab hum tum se miltey they,
Tumharey pyaar jaisey bol
honton pe bikhartey they...

Jab bin sochey hum terey chain ke angun main rotey they,
Aur sacchey khwab le ke neend ke pehloo main sotey they...

Koi waada na karna tum, koi shikwa nahi tumse
Tumharey raastey jab bhi milenge aan kar humsey,
Milengey hum wohi purjosh jazbe ki hararat se
Mita dalein gey sab doori milan ki muskurahat se...

Monday, March 19, 2012

Reading Silence...

I looked up. The ladder was a steep hike. It looked like an old room. The fan was in motion and right below the fan sat my father who had brought me in for the interview. I stood at the bottom of the stairs a little anxious at the awaited climb. The gentleman sitting at the old desk opposite my dad motioned me to go up. I was to meet with someone to probably decide upon my job profile.

As I climbed, I could sense my struggle to reach the next level. I could not be distracted or lose my focus as that would probably result in my missing a fine step and come hurdling down with disappointment and shame.

I would look down every now or then to find the silent eyes of my father and the gentleman following me up the ladder. As I stepped onto the first floor, I felt a sense of relief but the corridor appeared old and grey. I didn’t feel too comfortable but the thought of going down the dreaded ladder was not an option at all.

I strolled down the corridor with many doors and windows. I peeped into many rooms as I wandered looking for some sign of life. The quest was to end with my dying hope understanding that I was probably alone with no one to speak to me or interview my abilities. Just when I was about to turn around and leave the abandoned and creaking floor, I heard the opening of a closet in the room close by.
I entered the room cautiously. The fan was in full speed and I saw a familiar blue school uniform with a black cape. The cape flew up and down with the strong impact of the fan air. The hair was short and the lady had her back to me. She was busy trying to reach out to a stack of books at the top shelf of the closet. I walked up to her to help out. She felt my presence and turned to me.

Our eyes glistened with tears. My face lit up with love and it was a surprise beyond my expectations. “Mum! What are you doing here?” I asked her still in genuine shock. She smiled at me but her calm was in strange contrast to my hyped reaction. She opened her arms inviting me for a hug. I ran into her arms. “Where have you been mom? I just didn’t know where to find you. Is everything okay with you?” She spoke softly and slowly. “I’m fine Shama. I’m happy where I am. I have my own space and its nice and quiet.” I felt a little desperate sensing her decisive tone, “But at least tell me where to come and meet you? How will I find you?” I wanted her to understand my fear of losing her again. She pulled me back a little to look into my eyes.

“Here, take these books,” she handed me the stack of books from the old closet. I took them remembering the reason for my visit. I looked into her eyes trying to read her mind. And then it struck me. She was leaving me for good now. This was our last meeting. She knew that we would never be able to come across such accidental confrontations. I held her tightly and we cried understanding the evident separation that awakened me to the reality of it being just a dream.

As I sat up in my bed, I felt a heaviness in my heart. My mum had passed away almost a year ago. We had been making a connection through my dreams since her death at certain intervals through the year. This dream was special in many ways. It indicated her loving presence, deep messages related to my life and her final good-bye.
My heart had held the deep silence of my mum during her last stages of cancer. I had sensed her fear of sudden death but more importantly the lack of time to accept the evident end. She had a lot to say but the fear and finality of losing her children and partner had crushed her desire to express herself. She was still in her jumbled thoughts when she left us. I felt her strong presence in my life through my dreams and each one left a significant message to interpret.

It’s been almost seven years now. I dream a lot still but that final good-bye was not a part of my fantasy. She never strolled into my dreams again or hugged me tightly sensing my fears. And today I was reminded of her and the stack of books that she offered me while embarking on her final journey. She knew, I would lose all purpose in life upon losing her and would probably resort to walking down the same familiar surroundings, losing all heart to discovering new possibilities and challenges.

And so, she made me climb the steep and frightening ladder. I got through an empty and grey corridor with no signs of life. I reached another level to find my purpose. She had been a teacher herself. The books she passed onto me guaranteed my salvation and means to get through life without wasting the possibilities that she saw in her daughter.

I teach with a passion. I believe without a doubt that my passion will bring about a change. I do this, to make my mother proud and to let her know that even though she left without saying much, I understood her silence!

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

The Best Years...

The class was in absolute chaos. The girls were chasing one another in circles while the ones who didn’t dare join in the moment, sat smiling at the reckless picture. There was no evident reason for such mad conduct except the thrill of enjoying that short switch over of lessons that came with the ringing of the bell. The screams echoed in the classroom and the athletic ones jumped over chairs and tables!

Our Math teacher was a handsome young man whose daughter happened to be our classmate. The presence of her father had never become a hurdle in her innocent plans to try out every possible crime! We understood each other very well on those grounds. My mother was a teacher as well and news travelled at lightning speed to her.

The chair was raised in the air and I was about to bang it onto the floor when the Math sir entered! “What in god’s name are you doing?” The class went silent. “Are you girls mad?” He looked at us in amazement. “Just what were you trying to do?” His voice was heavy and when it got really loud, it started to shake. The answer was quite simple, but no one dared open their mouths. “Just get out! I don’t want to see you girls in my class for a whole week! You will go to the Physics Lab and complete all the assignments that I will give you, but don’t dare enter this class before you have a reasonable answer for me!”

We left the class in shame but as soon as we entered the lab, we realized the incredibly generous deal that our silence had bought us! We couldn’t believe our good fortune! The window in the lab opened towards the school canteen and it had a small space that could squeeze in a few colas and some sandwiches! Each day, one of us would stand at the door guarding our cool plan, while the others whistled at the young girls sitting on the benches near the window. We shared the assignments and merrily ate our treats. 

In a matter of three days, our teacher realized his huge mistake, probably smelling the addictive food, and asked us to come back to class the next day! “But Sir, we still have three more days! This is not fair!” He looked at us with hopelessness! We left the room in memorable laughter.

The Biology Lab assistant was a bit of a sissy! We always instigated him to get him to exhibit his ‘Angry Profile!’ And while he would be scolding a few of us for our silly questions, the rest of the class would fall into a viral fit! For our class picnic, we had boarded the bus and were waiting for the driver to come on board. The teachers stood in the parking area enjoying a break from their mundane routines. The Lab assistant stood with them. As usual, we couldn’t sit still for too long! The bus had all its windows closed. We started to yell his name! As soon as he turned around to follow the sound, we became quiet. This confusion continued till our driver came and some teachers identified us and simply smiled away.

There are so many other incidents related to those few years we spent in school together as friends and companions. The smuggling of Biryani in the classroom on Valentine Day! A really bad idea with the instant aroma! Then smuggling it out again to the bushes in the school lawn to gulp the entire pot in Nano seconds! 

There was a girl who was our junior. She had offended one of our classmates using some really foul language! Of course we had to make her pay for it! So we gathered all the remaining bones from our biryani and wrapped them up in a beautiful red wrapping paper! A love note was attached on top and I was assigned with the X project to deliver the package in all secrecy to the victim.

The fun part was that my friends decorated me with a cap to help me get the feel of being a secret agent! I had to be careful! The corridor was long and exposed. The class was in progress and our own class teacher was busy delivering her lesson to them. The door was closed. I ducked down and crawled to the door. I placed the package on the floor and gave a loud knock! The sprint that followed has been the fastest ever to date in my life! 

We obviously could not witness those cherishing moments of receiving a Valentine gift. The pride that placed her above the rest of the crowd! At home time, we saw our teachers outside the Principal’s office with a whole lot of girls confused with the issue. Our Pakistan Studies teacher gave us a meaningful look knowing the Biryani we had enjoyed that day!

The home-economics lessons were just as memorable! We sat in a group enjoying the free time just before the class was to end. I was feeling really thirsty and needed 2 dirhams to buy a Dixi Cola! My friends were having a gala time refusing me the amount. Then one of them said, “Ok, I will give you the 2 dirhams, if you dare to drink these two raw eggs from this glass!” The teacher looked up as the whole group clapped at her genius idea! 

“So, if I do that, you will give me the money?” Some of them could not believe the seriousness in my tone. “Yuk! How could you even think that?” I took on the challenge. The Teacher kept her books down and watched from her table smiling at the desperate act. I closed my eyes and gulped the two raw eggs in a jiffy! They all screamed in disgust and awe! I got my 2 dirhams and that heroic win still amazes me!

I was a table-tennis player but had participated in badminton as well. It was important to try out everything. It was a preliminary match and the girl that I was playing against was a good one. It was a set of three games and I had lost the first one miserably. The spectators were just two teachers, our coach and some classmates. The second game was in progress and quite shamefully, it was game point 0. I being the 0! Just one more hit, and she would have won the game. 

The crowd was quite disinterested. I thought for a while, “Why am I giving up? If I am to lose, it should at least be a dignified one!” And it is one game, I can never forget. I started with my 0, to get the score to a tie and eventually I won the game! It was an unforgettable win! The coach shook my hand and even though, it was not a significant match in the entire competition, the game was one of the most thrilling ones.

For each scolding we got, we reacted with some prank. The evil walk to the teachers car park! The joy to discover an unlocked car! That was some thrill! Half of us would climb onto the car bonnet while one would sit inside and release the hand brake on the slope! The ride frightened the wits out of us, but it was still fun!

The School had special quarters built for the men who worked and lived in the school campus. Often we marched to the extreme end of the campus and sat in the open space to sing songs. One day, I and my friend decided to explore the quarters a little just out of foolish curiosity. We entered the enclosure with our hearts leaping out. The moment our eyes fell upon a pair of red polka dot socks, we fell to the floor in giggles. I ran to wear the huge slippers lying outside the rooms and my friend posed holding the socks in her hands! It was absolutely stupid, but gave us the thrill of having done something different through the day!

Today, when I look back at that time when we were young and filled with hope, I realize that we were complete rebels. The norms and laws bothered us. We did not want to meet any barriers that stopped us from exercising our likes and dislikes. We were confident about our goals and were ready to take on any dare to carve our own niche. We were not afraid to appear as fools to the world and enjoyed each other’s individuality.

Experimenting new ideas, fighting the odds in hopeless situations and living with a spirit like there is no tomorrow are the defining parameters of Our School Life! 

The laughter which needs no reason, support that comes without expectation and the passion that rules all emotions somehow gets lost in the journey through life!

(Dedicated to all my classmates through the Years 1989-94)