Saturday, 16 November 2013

“The Teacher with Inspiration” by Muhammad Ibrahim Khokhar Mike

Bright is the ring of words
When the right man rings them,
Fair the fall of songs
When the singer sings them
Still they are caroled and said
On wings they are carried
After the singer is dead
And the maker buried
R-L.Stevenson.
                 I was busy in delivering my lecture to future competitive exam aspirants and my cell was continuously vibrating in my pocket. I never attend the call during my lectures and that day was also no exception. After question answer session, I hurried to the office and checked my cell phone with lot of calls and bundles of messages. As usual I checked messages first and the next moment. I realized a painful truth of my life. One of the text read “Brother, we have lost our mentor and father, Sir Ali Nawaz Pirzado is no more with us”,
I had once read, “A good teacher teaches, a better teacher explains, a smart teacher demonstrates but an ideal teacher inspires”. Sir Ali Nawaz fell into the category of ideal teachers. He had inspired hundreds of students to excel in their fields and always remind their guide and mentor. He always advocated running for excellence rather than success. He was not an ordinary teacher to carry out his responsibilities well inside the school premises but his benign attitude always kept him busy in guidance, career counseling and inspiration for his students. Today, when he rests in peace, all his students mourn at this tragic reality of life, for their inspiration of life is far away from them.
            Sir Ali Nawaz Pirzado, a renowned academician who commanded awe and respect for his romance with his profession; served major part of his career at Government High School Kandiaro. At the time of his sad demise, he was sitting acting Head Master of this school. Having degrees of Mathematics and Statistics, he had opted for teaching as a choice profession. He was determined to shape the lot of nation through teaching. He was an avid reader and had good command in all subjects. But he loved to teach English and Mathematics and his students would always miss his unique teaching methodology. He always infused among his students the love for digits and words. At such tender age, this love for digits and words helped them to improve their quantitative and verbal skills.
           
His love with his students was intimate and beyond any limits. He treated his students as his sons and always took great interest in their affairs. When I was student at university my chairman shocked me when he told that my father had called for my progress. My father was not much interested in my academic pursuit, so later on it was revealed that it was Sir Ali Nawaz who was interested in my progress and of course I was not the only case. In later years he assigned us the task to keep him updated about the progress of other students. Besides such care he used to finance and sponsor needy students.
            When each and every eye was tear-filled at the time of his funeral, we realized how loving, caring, affectionate, generous and benevolent he was with others. Kandiaro has not only lost a great teacher but students have been deprived of a great guide, a loving mentor and a man of letters. His personality and character was unstained and pure, His affairs were smooth and loving. Neither pressure nor greed would deviate him from right path. He was free from servile bands and always led a life of peace and satisfaction. He was a true picture of
“The man of life upright
Whose guiltless heart is free
From all dishonest deeds
Or thoughts of vanity”
            It is learnt that despite of his bad health his romance with profession forced him to attend his job regularly. Till the very end of his life he carried out his professional responsibilities well and on June 01-2013, his health broke down and he was referred to hospital where he breathed his last, leaving thousands of students and lovers mourning. His funeral was attended by hundreds of students, friends, laymen, high ups who were grieved at this colossal loss.
            “This man is freed from servile bands
Of hope to rise, or fear to fall”
            Lord of himself though not of lands
 And having nothing, yet hath all.”
“END NOTE AND MESSAGE”
Teachers like Sir Ali Nawaz are the real asset of nation. They burn their lives to enlighten our lives. Now when he is not physically with us, we must continue his mission. We should tread upon his path and be ready to extend our hand of help to everyone in need. I also request the authorities in Education and Literacy Department and Government of Sindh to acknowledge the services of such able and hard working teachers and should award them with recognition and honour.

“Great man is He who works while others sleep
Who dare while others fly.
They build the pillars of nation deep
And light them up to the sky.”
Emerson

لطيف يونيورسٽيءَ ۾ تنهائيءَ جي موسم

کجين جي شهر خيرپور ۾ جون جو مهينو ڏوڪن جي پچڻ ۽  لطيف يونيورسٽي ۾ وڇوڙي جي موسم جي ڪري هميشه اهميت جو حامل رهيو آهي . انگريزي ادب جي شاگرد جي حيثيت ۾ جڏهن ڪنهن محبوبه جي تعريف ۾ شاعر کيس جون جي مهيني سان تشبيه ڏيندو هيو ته پاڻ وٽ لونءَ ڳاريندڙ گرمي ڏسي ڏاڍي کل ايندي هئي. مگر هاڻ جڏهن آخري امتحان ڏئي يونيورسٽي کي الوداع ڪرڻ جو وقت آيو آهي . ته احساس ٿئي ٿو ته جون ڪيڏو نه اهم مهينو آهي. چئن سالن تائين پڙهائيءَ سان گڏو گڏ هڪٻئي سان ساٿ نڀائڻ جا وچن ڪرڻ کانپوءِ هن سال جون ڄڻ تن طارق عالم ابڙي جي ناول “رهجي ويل منظر” جا نقش تازا ڪري ڇڏيا آهن . اگرچه دل ۾ وڇوڙي جا انبار کڻي چهري تي باهمت مرڪ سينگاري دوستن کي وڏين دعائن سان الوداع نه ڪيون ٿا پر حقيقت ۾ لطيف يونيورسٽي ۽ حآمي هاسٽل کان پري رهڻ جو ڏک جيءُ جهوري ڇڏي ٿو. بچپن کانپوءِ شايد يونيورسٽي جي زندگي ئي آهي جيڪا هميشه لاءِ يادگار رهي ٿي. هاڻي عملي سفر لاءَ سانباها ڪرڻا پوندا ته خبر پوندي ته زندگي جي حقيقت ڇا آهي.
            شاه عبداللطيف يونيورسٽي اتر سنڌ جي اها عظيم درسگاه آهي جنهن پنهنجي اندر اسان جا ڪيترا ئي قيمتي پل بچائي رکيا آهن. هاڻي ته اڪانامڪس ڊپارٽمنٽ جي ان اپسرا جو ديدار به الاءِ نصيب ٿيندو الاءِ نه جنهن جي ديدار لاءِ اصغر ۽ سجاد ۾ ڄڻ ته سمسٽر ٽاپ ڪرڻ جيترو مقابلو ٿيندو هيو. باٽني جي شهزادي ته شايد اسان جي وڃڻ تي سڪون جو ساه کڻي مگر هاڻي کيس ڪير کلائيندو انگريزي شعبي جو نئون چيئرمن به ڇا ياد ڪندو ته ڪهڙي بلا مان سندس جان ڇٽي / آجي ٿي آهي. شڪر ته ميڊم راشده به ڪندي هوندي جو کيس هاڻي انگريزي ادب جا پراڻا ڪتاب اٿلائڻ مان شايد نجات ملي.
            حامي هاسٽل جو ماحول وسارڻ ۾ ته اسانکي شايد سال لڳن پر لائبريري جي ان ڪارنر تي هاڻي ڪير ويهندو جتي انگريزي ادب ۽ سياسي ڪتابن جا ڍير کڻي پيا. اجاڳا بحث مباحثا ڪندا هئاسين. ڪينٽين واري جو قرض ته هاڻي لڳي ٿو ته نوڪري وٺي پوءِ ئي لاهيون . هي سڀئي عظيم يادون کڻي جڏهن سڀاڻي سامان ٻڌي گهر اينداسين ته خبر پوندي ته وڇوڙي جو ڏک ڇا ٿيندو آهي.
            هي جون اسان کان شايد زندگي ڀر نه وسري اڄ پنهنجي غلطين تي پشيماني به ٿئي ٿي ته حاصلات تي فخر به ٿئي ٿو مگر زندگي جون هي چار بهارون جيڪي کجين ۽ کارڪن جي شهر ۾ گذريون هميشه لاءِ ياد ۾ امر ٿي ويون آهن.
            سڀاڻي جڏهن لڏا ٻڌي پنهنجن گهرن ڏانهن روانا ٿينداسين ته دوستو ياد رکو استادن جا عظيم درس ۽ يونيورسٽي جا سبق ضرور اسان جي رهنمائي ڪندا. محنت جي عظمت حاصل ڪرڻ لاءِ راشد مورائي جي هن شعر کي پنهنجون سونهون بڻائڻو پوندو.
مرشد منهنجو ڀٽ ڌڻي ، ڀونگر منهنجو ڀاءُ
سنڌو ماتا جي ته سوچن سان ڪيم سرچاءُ
سمهڻ ڪهڙو ساءُ جيڪو جدو جهد ۾.

لطيف يونيورسٽي سان اسان جو عشق ڪنهن محبوبا سان گذاريل گھڙين کان گھٽ نه آهي . سنڌ جي هن مادر علمي ۾ مليل محبتون اسان جي ڪل جيون جو سرمايو آهن. گذريل چند سالن ۾ جھڙي طرح هن عظيم درسگاهه پنهنجو پاڻ کي ٺاهيو آهي ۽ سنواريو آهي ان لاءِ اسان انتظاميه جا ٿورائتا آهيون هر بيريم ۽ باٽنيڪل گارڊن يونيورسٽي جي حسن لاءِ چنڊ مثل آهي ته اياز ۽ روضي ڌڻي چيئرز تحقيق لاءِ نوان دڳ کوليا آهن اگرچه فنڊن جي کوٽ ۽ سرڪاري سطح تي سستي يونيورسٽي لاءِ انيڪ مسئلا پيدا ڪن ٿا. مگر پوءِ به گرمي ۽ سردي ۾ علم جي لاٽ روشن رکڻ لاءِ هتان جا استاد جس لهڻن هي سڀ ڀاوناؤن من ۾ سمائي عملي زندگيءَ ۾ قدم رکندڙ تمام دوستن لاءِ دعا آهي ته؛
“ جتي رهو سکيا رهو، اسان جي آ دعا اها”
هن دفعي شايد خيرپور جون کارڪون نصيب نه ٿين پر هتان جي اپسرائن جي اکين جو پياريل خمار شايد تا زندگي ختم نه ٿئي ۽ دلين جا ڏنگيل ڪافي دوست ٿي سگھي ته شايد خيرپور ۾ ئي دل جي وستي آباد ڪن. اسان جي نصيبن ۾ شايد ڪا اهڙي خوشخبري اچي ها مگر بقول شاعر.
“تون حسن آن، مغرور آن،مان عشق هان، مجبور هان،
تاريخ ۾ نالو امر تنهنجو به آ منهنجو به آ،
الفت ته ٿا سليون ٻئي،تون شرم کان ، مان خوف کان،
اظهار لاءِ آتو اندر ، تنهنجو به آ، منهنجو آ.
                                                                                                            محمد ابراهيم کوکر

JUNE AND THE LATIFIANS

 The month of June is highly eulogized in English poetry and the students of English literature often read lines where the beauty of beloved is metaphorically compared with the month of June. We students of Sindh often laugh at this irony of place and action for June being the toughest and the hottest month in our province especially the upper Sindh. This is the month when the dates are ripened and the temperature soars to about 50 degrees in areas like Larkana, Sukkur and Khairpur. But this month of June has its own significance for the students of Shah Abdul Latif University Khairpur.
                     The final term at the university starts in May and the June brings farewell, separation, seclusion and aloofness. The four year companionship comes to the halt and everyone bids good bye to each other with heavy heart and tear filled eyes. These hard moments are lighted with comments, colour throwing, water slinging and other emotional parties thrown by juniors with best wishes for new challenges of life ahead. The bond cemented during these four years here, is hard to break but every one accepts this reality as “The parting ways is the phenomenon of life”.          
                     I wish all the friends who pass out this year, a shining future and lasting success ahead. Being the alumni of the only University of Upper Sindh , our first priority must be to work for the betterment of common people without any racial prejudices.

Oh! Our dear Alma Mater Good bye,

Oh! Our dear Alma Mater Good bye,
 It is time to leave you now.
Our heart is weary and sad;
We can’t describe we feel how?

We’ll be away from you very soon
And you’ll be for us a distant moon
But we can’t forget your gifts
Especially your hot month of June.

You’ll be always in our dreams
We can’t forget your beautiful gardens
Your buildings and lofty date trees
Even our most dread full wardens

Every department has its attraction
But most beautiful is library corner
We still remember the beauty queen,
Sitting and reading there William Faulkner

Our department is the heart of yours
Though it lacks building so what
Our teachers are your identity
For thee they render services a lot.

Your mornings are beautiful but
Your evening we can’t forget
Full of fresh and fine faces,
Gracing the campus till late sunset.

We wish to thank you for;
Your being kind and sweet to us,
But do stand witness for we
Also never made here any fuss.

 We are thankful for your canteen
Though very poor in condition and taste
But we don’t frown at this to you
And are satisfied with your best.

We wish you to grow great
And live years long and long
We promise to forget you not
But will always sing your song.    

Why do we not produce great leaders…..

Switch on any channel for morning news and you will find yourself at your wits ends. Bomb blasts, suicide attacks, strikes death tolls , forceful rapes, the news of loot and plunder will welcome you. This is the general condition of our society and do you think in the given scenario we are to produce great leaders, thinkers and philosophers? Not at all…….
Our society nurtures fundamentalism, extremism and terrorism. Malala Yousufzai is lucky enough to survive otherwise, she must have been the part of history. Still she faces severe threats. So any leadership in Pakistan which symbolizes enlightenment, Far-sightedness moderation and progress is victim of brutality and suppression. 
Fault also lies with our education system too, where the aim of education is to merely win good grades and certificates. Where morality and character building are Greek and valueless. Do you expect any leader to be prepared in such educational institutes?
Struggle, commitment , sincerity and loyalty are the key factors of success. Unfortunately we Know none. Our young generation believes more in short cuts, cheating and other inferior means than to follow the real path of struggle for success.
Throughout year our education institutes remain closed on one pretext or other. The teachers are not willing to attain their duties and where our political heroes purchase fake degrees like hot cakes, how can you imagine that any real leader takes birth in this scenario? 
However, the things have not gone so worse still i am optimist enough. A slight change of attitude on the part of those who are at the helm of affairs can bring better results. For Iqbal says
NAHIN NA UMEED IQBAL APNI KASHT E WEERAN SE
ZARA NAM HO YE MATTI TU BADI ZARKHEZ HE SAQI

SWEET MEMORIES

Lost in past and thoughts deep,
In a public park sitting alone,
Visiting the world of sweet memories,
Enjoying the music in soft tone,

I could see myself with you,
Roaming in lush green lawns
Near the bank of beautiful river,
With floating flowers and swimming swans

I still remember every word of yours,
Not possible for me to forget.
Soon I found my eyes full of tears,
By remembering the cruel fate

How happy were we both,
Joyous in the company of nature
Dreaming all the happiness of world,
Making sweet plans for future

Our likes and wishes were one
Views identical and thoughts same
You wanted the world of peace
And I, for the end of every foul game

We viewed the world as beautiful
But its dwellers were not good.
They don’t measure with the scale of love
But from our positions where we stood

And in this position we were far,
Quite different from each other
You, parented by renowned family
And I had a poor mother.


For us it meant nothing but,
World does care for such things.
We were so far though united
As a building with separate wings.

I have nothing but your sweet memories
Now to remember and live along
So I love to live in the world of dreams
And silently sing sad songs.