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Sufi Amba Prasad: A Freedom Fighter Forgotten

I will be glad to bring forward the story of this soldier of Indian revolutionary movement that had set off in the early 1900 in Punjab. It will be honest to accept my ignorance about the impressive personality of this soldier of Indian freedom movement who gave away his life for the cause before I came across some books recently. This piece of text is the first part of the series of writings, short notes, excerpts from the books that are written about Bhagat Singh and the people somehow associated with him during his revolutionary life. Accepting the immaturity of my writing skills and my inability to express the personality of that great freedom fighter, I will be narrating this story in Bhagat Singh's words, that he had penned down to commemorate the martyrs of Indian freedom movement while his association with Kirti . Bhagat Singh narrates the story of Sufi Amba Prasad in his article "Upsurge in Punjab- 1907". In the opening phrases he speaks on a ve

Inside the Tomb of Khan E Khanan

It was all nice to visit that place that I often used to see while travelling in the bus on Mathura road. Sachin was asking whether we should visit some place after the college. I had this place in mind, so I told him that I was willing that place. Fron View of the Tomb Abdul Rahim khana e khanan, a well known personality, a poet and one of the Navaratans in Akbar's court. At first the building looks like a replica of Humanyun's tomb though having slight differences in its structure. This double storied building was built in 1598 for his wife; later on he was also buried here. A Side View Covering Beautiful Piece of Architecture The ground floor chamber was locked due to the ongoing renovation work. The cenotaph of Khana e Khanas and grave of his wife lies on the first floor inside the central dome. Cenotaph and Grave of Khan e Khanan and his wife. The structure looks a bit disturbed because the finishing material from most of the walls has been taken off. The t

Tragedy that is Suicide

The news of Jamia student, Bharat Nagpal’s suicide a couple of months ago, was so unexpected and so hard to believe that people thought it was false in the beginning; it was only later it turned out to be true. The news had left everyone shocked, for something like this was unheard of in the Jamia community. He was too young to die and had a lot yet to see in this world facing all the challenges of routine life that everyone has to face at any extent. We don’t know his reasons for ending his life. But even if we did, we could neither never truly understand the burden he carried, nor the pain he must have felt. Suicide remains the most serious of all the troubles found in our society. It has eaten up millions of lives. Extinguishing one’s life is considered a solution to all the miseries and problems of material life, though nobody knows its fecundity. It will be appropriate to quote here a couplet of Shaikh Mohammad Ibrahim Zauq, the poet of Mughal Court and the men

Ill-Mannered Jamia Staff Members Urgently Require a Class in Jamia Tehzeeb

It was a good day to start with, doing workout at the Jamia Sports Complex, some brisk walk and running on the track. After completing my span of workout, I headed towards the badminton court planning to play for a while. I asked the guard outside whether the badminton court was open or not. He responded by asking me in a very rough and rude way whether I was a staff member (Gym inside the sport complex is only meant for the staff; the rule book says so) or a student? When, I told him that I was a student, he fired back that I was allowed only to use the running track. Then I asked if I could play badminton? He again replied very rudely, with no sense of decency, that it was only accessible when the games were happening. To that I replied, I have seen students playing there. And then also requested him to talk to me politely. I said: “Thora tehzeeb se to baat kije.”   To which he angrily yelled back:  “Tumse seekhenge hum tahzeeb!” (Now I have to learn manners from you?!