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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My Memoir: Story of A Generation
My Memoir: My Father My Father Part V Z. G. Muhammad Literally, the evenings during the Jashin-I-Kashmir presented a lively scene as kaweyenewol, which thrilled children and made them jump, knock and cry slogans against a cruel Governor of the yore.[1] Like crows to their destination, people, poor and hardy, wealthy and elite, flocked to floodlit Shalimar garden as the sun, after sparkling golden the waters of the Dal Lake, finally dipped in its depths. The glittering ‘celestial … Read entire article »
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My Memoir and MY Father. Of Jashan-i-Kashmir Days by ZGM
My Memoir: My Story My Father Part IV Mothers are a massive influence on children; it may sound a cliché, a trite, but it is as good truth as the sun rises in the east. ‘They are the bones of the spine, as someone has said that keeps children straight and true. The way my father was, his disposition and demeanour did tell he was his mother’s child. She was a wonderful human being, her supplications like her … Read entire article »
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STORY OF MY FATHER
My Father. I had bid farewell to a multi-coloured Watanigour willow walkermade in Islamabad. I don’t know if a rouht phitrawan (bread breaking) ceremony was arranged on my first step without a walker, as was the tradition. I had inherited the walker from my elder brother Mohammad Yousf, and it was passed on to my younger sibling Ghulam Hassan. Along with a walnut wood crib, a mace with quartz head, an old lantern, an old gramophone record … Read entire article »
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Prof. Hamid Anwar- A Teacher and Friend
Nostalgia Hamid Anwar, a Teacher and Friend. By ZGM It was a season of mellow fruitfulness; everything around the University campus was ‘maddening spectacular’. In the lustrous Dal Lake, the reflections of Mahadev and Zabarwan shook by the heart-shaped oars of Shikaras slicing tranquil waters would make even the most stoic a romantic. With their leaves almost turned golden, the majestic Chinars, hundreds of trees with apples as red as rubicund cheeks of village damsels drooping from twigs and … Read entire article »
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My Days in Bombay- Looking for spiritual solace in film nagari
Haji Malang My Days in Bombay – A spiritual Journey My Days in Bombay- Spiritual Journey of Downtown Boy Looking For Inner Solace in Film Nagari Off To Haji Malang ZGM Many spiritual experiences can’t be captured in words. Offering late-night prayers during sultry days on an islet with the soothing breeze blowing on all sides from the Arabian Sea had a unique spiritual elation. Perhaps, it was as good an experience as that of whirling … Read entire article »
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Girls College Bus, In my bios-cope
My BIOSCOPE Girl College Bus. ZGM ZGM It was a windy and cold December morning. Just one or two days after, schools, colleges and Kashmir University- then the only university would be closed for a long winter break- seventy days. Staying Seventy days, i.e. 1680 hours at home away from college buddies and schoolmates, was as hurtful as removing an infant from her mother’s chest. For having missed the opportunity of making it to the Government Medical College, I was … Read entire article »
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