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Noor-Ul-Hassan: An Evocative and Emotive Tribute by A Grandson

Noor-Ul-Hassan: An Evocative and Emotive Tribute by A Grandson

BY Syed Hamzah Mehmood Rufai Never in gazillion years I thought that I would have to write this, alas, I’m here; our dearest grandfather Syed Noor ul Hassan Rufai left us for heavenly abode, only to be reunited with his dearest wife. As many would say an institution, a legend has left us forever!From my earliest memories, I remember him right by my side. Holding my tiny hand with his and guiding me through life. … Read entire article »

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Of My Pandit Teacher and My Concern About Him

Of My Pandit Teacher and My Concern About Him

Z,G. Muhammad It was a few day back, I  visited my favourite childhood haunt, Badamwari. After years– decades that I strolled in Bagh-e-Waris Khan- it has been done up nicely, but somehow I felt some artificiality in its new get-up. I don’t know why every new construction, including the beautiful chiselled limestone fountain, looked to me in a clash with its ambience. Everything looked alien to me. Perhaps the new construction living true to our … Read entire article »

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My Memoir My Father: He Died In Harness Part VIII

He Died In Harness: My Memoir My Father ZGM    These were the days of ecstasy unbounded for my friends and me- we were going to have an extended recess, a grand leisure time full of thrill and excitement. We had just appeared for the board examinations for class eight, and it was to be a long post-examination break- no school and no tuition till results would be out. Suddenly, in my case, the sweetness of the holidays turned bitter when I learnt that my father intended to put me in a different school in the uptown in class nine- it would be as good as uprooting me, I would lose all my friends and playmates.Sending children to Christen Missionary School (CMS) Tyndale Biscoe School, Sheikh Bagh those days was “aristocratic” and … Read entire article »

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Dreaming of Rumi’s Quill

Dreaming Of Rumi’s Quill Quill pen! Oh! I always dreamt of having one. It was a dream. I was reminded of this dream on reading these lines from some little known poet: “Everyone asks, who inspires your hand? My quill pen,  fellow poet.” I vividly remember when I started dreaming of having a quill pen. I was in class five; the class we started reading English premier. The artwork and the alphabets in this premier caught my imagination.  The alphabets, to me, were as inanimate and lifeless as rotting logs of wood in the Ramzan Khan’s timber shop that had eaten into the cherry trees of Ama Lala, our neighbour.  The illustrations were vibrant, vivacious and pulsating; every moment I looked at them, they came to life as Donald Duck, Mickey Mouse … Read entire article »

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My Memoir: My Father Fond Memories of My Pets Jackie and Tommy

My Memoir: My Father Fond Memories of My Pets Jackie and Tommy

Part VII My Memoir: My Father Death of Tommy- My Pomeranian Dog Z G . Muhammad Z.G. Muhammad Numaish had become our dream world, and with father’s juniors holding the fort, we felt no less than princes during our visits. The grand illuminations, the music at the bandstand filling the exhibition ground with lilting tunes and the well of the death with a motorcyclist playing stunts inside wooden well had its thrill for my elder sibling and … Read entire article »

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Of Supplications, Collective Prayers and Rains.

Of Supplications, Collective Prayers and Rains.

ZGM Zahid G Muhammad  It sounded like folk tales, folklores of yore – whenever we heard stories about great famines that had often visited our birth burg in the past. Despite being a tale of the past fear of starvation, flood and epidemics continued to haunt our grandparents. It tormented them more ferociously than the looting sprees of desperadoes from distant lands that had ravaged our nation in the past. One would often hear vivid stories … Read entire article »

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My Memoir: My Father Part VI. Story of Two Alis- Ordinary Kashmiris

My Memoir: My Father Part VI. Story of Two Alis- Ordinary Kashmiris

Part  VI Part Six ‘The father did not join political discussions in the Radio Room with the news loving neighbours. Perhaps the reason was fear of snoopers and gumboots reporting it to those in the saddle and fear of earning their wrath.’ Nevertheless, when I wrote it at the start of this memoir, it was not suggested that he was snobbish, uninformed, or ill-informed about political happenings. Even if he may be detesting politics and the contemporary … Read entire article »

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