Thursday, March 26, 2015

From Rags to Richess

No one could have ever imagined that the son of a struggling worker of Jute Mill in Angas, Hooghly will raise so high and touch the sky.Life had not been a bed of roses, infact he had all the thorns to prick him in the journey of life.
       Hailing from a poor family, being  financed for education and schooling was next to impossible on the part of his parents. But it was his utmost zeal and love for education that kept him enlightened inspite of hurdles in life.
      "I never gave up in life"  or " Himmat mat haro" are the motto of the famous poet Kaiser Shamim. Ups and downs, twist and turns in life are there to judge and bring the best out of you.
                             In 1946, he was admitted to Presidency Muslim High School and his father was an encouraging factor and constant stick of support in his life. Reading novel wasn't considered favourable those days.Inspite of being caught reading Munshi Premchand's Bazaare Husn, he was not scolded, though initially he got scared.His father did not utter a single word, on the contrary he promoted his reading habits.
        In 1953,Shamim passed out from Hooghly High Madarsah, with result in his hands and watery eyes, he approached his dad. Father gave a pat on his back and said "Don't worry,pass next time" he replied,"Abbu I have scored 1st Division but I Stood 2nd in board". His dad was both happy and sad at the same time.He was a strong proponent of education and always said " Illm hasil karne ke liye Padho, naukri pane ke liye nahi".Though we can now recollect this as a famous catchline of the movie "3 idiots"
                 Little did Shamim started earning that a family crisis popped up and he was made to tie the knot.People started critiscisng "Ab aanchal ki hawa lagi hai" and nothing more can he come up with. But again he proved others wrong and in 1951 started working in  a weekly called Paras whose editor was Lala Karam Chand.
              Life has been even more struggling in the later years,he took admission in English(hons) but was not able to pursue it further, he got a compart in economics and so he switched over to Urdu.
Simultaneously  he started teaching in school, many people opposed it, but he crossed all the hurdles and moved ahead.
                         Later in life we get to see the journalistic side of the poet.In 1960 he worked with Akhuwat daily and in 1961 he worked as a subeditor with Rozana Hind.Life has been very hectic those days, on majority of occasion
He use to sleep around 2'o clock and get up at 6 pm. There was a time when dictionary served as a pillow and the desk as bed.
                      Fighting and struggling has been the order of the day in his life but he never gave up.He has now turned out to be figure whom others recognized and paid due respect.He has also been the source of research for young scholars.
His mesmerizing journey from rags to richess seems to instill in an aura of confidence and faith in oneself.


Compiled by: Saima Afreen and Hena Ahmed

Friday, November 12, 2010

Changing Trends in Television

In spite of media being the voice of the people it has always been the talk of the town. A major jump is witnessed from Humlog to Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi. Though it still caters to the same old masses but the viewing pattern has changed entirely. The boring Dordarshan is now countered with a lineage of colourful, bright and mesmerizing channels which is popping every now and then,forcing the audiences to glue their eyeballs onto the television sets. With no chances of you getting bored as you have the right to be entertained 24/7. From news, reviews, gossip, sitcoms, saga ,sports you get everything from that idiot box, no it is no more an idiot box. It is a solace from boredom, infotainment for growing cells, stick of support for the poor housewives, and a business portal for investors in share.
Of late a recent trend has started –the reality show. People are so much engrossed in these kinds of shows that the fight for the TRP has gone much higher. Though they claim to bring out the truth,the hidden side of celebrity or a local identity or judging the fidelity in a relationship. But how far this stands authentic? Is it real or fake? Is the audience really happy or gets pissed off by visualizing the vulgarity and hard facts broadcasted live on air. What is the effect on children? Aren’t they being projected to something which is snatching away their innocence?
Is this transparency needed by the society or this is the outcome for being numero uno in the rat race. Big Boss, Roadies, Dance India Dance,Rakhi ka Swayamwar, Indian Idol, Kaun Banega Crorepati ….and the list goes on. From dancing, singing, relationship everything is crystal clear. Was so much of change ever thought of?

Thursday, April 22, 2010

THEE UNKNOWN

For the unknown:
whose words mesmerize me,
whose words brings a chill down my spine,
for thee unknown
whose presence is like
a dream which breaks before the dawn
a bird whose wings cannot be in held hand
a wave which splashes my face turning towards the encapsulating sea
I don’t have words to describe thee.
a blurred image persists
the mirror is tainted with scum
delving deep to see thy glory
striving harder to remove all obstacles
but somewhere, a fear exists to know thee
the closer I get, the clearer the veil unfolds
all the colours of thee are splashed
will I merge with them????
The question lingers in my heart
will I merge with them?????
To be or not to be---- with thee
i am BAFFLED, CONFUSED, and PART OF THEE--- THE UNKNOWN