R.Husain

“All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.”

The above title quote is written by Abraham Lincoln, who owe his success to his mother.

Hello Friends,
Happy Mother’s Day to all.

I have written this small piece of poem for my mother.
Please read. Hope you like it. Thanks.

Dedicated To: Shirin Rupawala

Pyaar se bulati, humesha nakhre uthati meri maa,
Duaye dekar bulandiyo tak pahuchati meri maa..

Mere girne se pehle hi bismillah padhkar pakad leti,
Mujhe har chot se, har takleef se bachati meri maa..

Mujhe chhu na paaye zamaane ki koi bhi aandhiyan,
Dua yeh har pal apni namaazo mein karti meri maa..

Jab bhi niklu ghar se padh ke Dua ke kuch Qalaam,
Har balaa-o-takleef se meri hifazat karaati meri maa..

Padha likhakar ek kaabil shaksh banane ke khwab,
Apni aankhon mein humesha sajati rahi meri maa..

Kaamyabi ke kitne bhi safar paar kar lein Husain,
Magar kabhi na bhul payega tujhe, Ey! meri maa..

Husain yeh maanta hai ki jannat banayi hai khuda ne,
Magar sabut uska zamin par saabit karti hai meri maa..

Teri Khidmat humesha karta rahe, yahi dua hai Khuda se,
Aur bas mere har amal se tu khush hoti rahe meri maa..

-R.Husain

Adieu - Mumbai

Two years at IBS Mumbai and then five weeks training at J.P. Morgan ended today. It has come time for me to say goodbye. It is a bittersweet departure as I am equally excited about my first job, next adventure as I am sad about leaving this wonderful city of Mumbai.

It begins, as it ends, in drama. It seems last Monday I joined J.P. Morgan Training Program. We involved ourselves splitting up into the groups, meet different people.

But there is only an air of finality in my mind - these were after all the last five weeks of mine in Mumbai. For all our claims to adulthood, I was nonetheless defined by my GPA in my college, and in that sense, I felt like last step of student life at J.P. Morgan.

So my friends who were 44 in number including me from various colleges were happy and joyful as we all step up on the first day of the training at workplace. Day after day, theoretical gyaan started bouncing over my head. But believe me I didn’t bunk any session and attended regularly.

Perhaps there are sufficient reason to be this emotional. I was in the auto-rickshaw coming towards Santacruz airport. The whole flashback was moving in my mind. The first day at college, faculties, exams, friends, festivals, midnight fun and kya kuch nahi… Perhaps there is something strange leaving this city.

Saying good bye to friends isn’t that hard - the only concern is keeping in touch with them at regular intervals. So guys, please be in touch and I will also try my best to be in touch with you all.

I am typing this blog at airport, as I am little early and waiting outside boarding area. I don’t have much time to type more, so my last words are “Miss You Mumbai & Mumbai ke Yaaron”

Catch you soon in my next blog after reaching Bangalore.
Till then Take Care. Allah Hafiz.

-R.Husain

Glorious Finance

Hello friends and readers! Don’t trust the title above. I just ran out of titles again and this popped out of my mind. Why not? I am going through rigorous Finance training at my workplace. And you know one more week is left.

Arithmetic & Mathematics was my favorite subject till I passed my 12th Standard. Finance concepts were not hitting my mind since the beginning of my Graduation. Then I struggled to learn and started loving these subjects. But you know after completing the post-graduation, it is really tough experience to be in the class for 8-9 long hours.

Also, the more I study, the more I realize that how bad my Finance is. But my company is working hard to makes me feel that finance as subject is glorious.

At 3:00 pm. I thought to study for tomorrow assessment. I opened my hand-out to study. But then within few minutes I switch on my laptop. And Yes.. I started updating my blog because these Finance subject makes me feel sleepy-headed.

My friend was here in the morning. I was lucky that I woke up early and joined him to watch ShootOut At Wadala in the morning show. Being a close friend we chatted non-stop about anything for hours. We spent some hours in shopping some stuffs from my first salary.

We both liked the movie too much. The story line was superbly written by Hussain Zaidi and well executed by Director. I can connect the movie with the book “Dongri to Dubai” The movie is produced by Ekta Kapoor. The film stares John Abraham, Tushar Kapoor, Manoj Bajpayee, Sonu Sood, Anil Kapoor and Kangana Ranaut.

Anyways, I should really get back to studying for my assessment. I can’t go dilly-dallying everyday and telling myself that I am ready for the test when I’m not. I must try to overcome my damn attitude towards my training.

Sometimes I don’t even believe in these assessments and all. I keep telling myself that there’s just nothing worth writing these tests, so what’s there for me if I don’t get good marks?

Life is indeed short, and wasting time being depressed and complaining that life sucks due to these bloody tests won’t get me anywhere. Lets work hard and change our life around. Turn your life into succession and happiness.

Without any motivation, I might just sit now and study little so that I get atleast 80% to clear my assesments.

Even though I will fly to Bangalore next week, I won’t be able to see my Mumbai friends anymore. But this two years were unforgettable. I’ll never forget my first company, first training session, and my best friends here in Mumbai.

Okay Guys, Wait for my next post.

Back to studying now.

Bye. Take care.

-R.Husain

There is no refugee from confession but these online pages are definetely not a medium..

Hello Friends.!
Hope you all are doing well.!

You might be thinking that why the topic of this blog is so uninteresting?
But I really find it important to discuss now.

As I am brought up in Pole/Sheri of ancient Ahmedabad, I know that evening time is the best time of the day there. Because of the only reason that a group of housewives and senior people of nearby houses gathers at Chabutra(birds feeding place) to gossip and to make talks of useless things.

But today, there are many ways in which different topics are discussed through different mediums. One of them is Facebook.

Since last month or a two I am browsing some Facebook Pages. There I found some bunch of jobless students who call them keyboard warriors or a techie, have started making a new trend of Facebook pages called “Confession Pages”

These pages are run by some unknown students who are a part of the College or an Institute.

I personally tried to make a small survey and I found out that some students finds it funny, some interesting and majority both.

But according to me; these kind of pages deteriorates the brand image of the College or an Institute. The reasons are many like rumours, obscenity and abusive languages.

The procedure to get into this is really simple and sweet. You have to just fill the brief google form and you are anonymous. After confirming your anonymity it’s your turn to vent out anger, love, vulgarity and personal grudges. The page admin have sole right to post your content on the page.

Before talking about my observation, I just want to share 3 disadvantages of these pages:
1. Personal grudges/No privacy is maintained.
2. Hampers college brand value as pages are not secure/hidden.
3. Anyone can confess regardless of his/her association with the College or an Institute.

Every student, faculty, staff member or an individual has its own image based on their intellect, behaviour and professionalism. It’s not just to comment on that. It may hurt their self-respect. These types of cheap talks & gossips makes no difference between those Pole/Sheriwala guys and we post-graduates.

The admin of these pages plays a paramount role in building these pages professionally.
The final point I want to make is that after comparing many Confession Pages of different Elite Institutes of India, I found them really professional.

So, why not IBS Mumbai … ? ? ?

Bye . ! Good Night . ! Thank You .!

-R.Husain

Sarfarosi ki tamanna ab humare dil mein hai, Dekhna hai zor kitna bazoo-e-qatil mein hai..

Today morning I woke up, offer namaaz, recite religious books and had breakfast. Then I switched on the television and all the channels were telecasting documentaries and songs on our national heroes - Bhagat Singh, Rajguru & Sukhdev.

Then it reminds me that today is “Shahid Divas” The day on which Bhagat Singh, Rajguru & Sukhdev were martyred by Britishers at Lahore Jail (part of unpartitioned India) on 23rd March 1931.
It was their revolutionary movements, their hard work & martyrdom which sow the seeds of independence in India.
It was all because of their sacrifices we witnessed the dawn of independence after the dark night of “Gulami”

Like our political leaders, I am not allowed to enter the lobby of Indian parliament where the pictures of these legends are kept. Otherwise I would have gone there to pay my tribute with flowers. So through the medium of this blog I pay my heartiest tribute to these great national heroes who sacrificed their lives for the independence of our country at a very young age.

The legacy of Bhagat Singh prompted Indian youth against Britishers. He was a socialist and he strongly believed in anarchy.

After few minutes, my mom also joined me in watching television. I said “Maa.! How fearless they were against Britishers.” Then she replied “They were young as you are, their thinking was different as yours, they had immense power as you possess in yourself today. But the problem is that, they used at perfect situation and time, while nowadays it is misused or not used at all.”
“Bhagat Singh & other two had same power and they translate it into violence for achieving independence for India.” she added.

I argued that it was the time that demands that kind of revolution but today it is not appropriate to throw bombs in the parliament.

She replied “Don’t dare to Husain, 116 days in jail and then execution is very big price to pay.
But the way parliament is working nowadays, it seems important to do such kind of acts again.”
“The anti-rape bill which was passed last week, only 186 MP’s were present out of 543. No proper debate takes place. For them women and their rights are not as important as India’s resolution against Srilanka issue is.” she added and walks away.

Bhagat Singh, Rajguru & Sukhdev really cared for the soil of India, and were ready to die so that future of India can be bright.

But do we care or value this independence..? this freedom..? or we have taken it for granted.

Nehruji in his first post-independence speech as prime minister spoke:
“He(Bhagat Singh) was a clean fighter who faced his enemy in the open field. He was like a spark that become a flame in a short time and spread from one end of the country to other dispelling the prevailing darkness everywhere”
(source: en.wikipedia.bhagatsingh)

Bhagat Singh, Rajguru & Sukhdev has immortalize them for the years to come and on this day, I pledge to uphold their values.

Vande Mataram.! Jai Hind.!

-R.Husain

The person who has lived the most is not the one with the most years, but the one with the richest experiences..

Hello Friends,

The above Title Quote is written by famous writer Jean-Jacques Rosseau. This quote perfectly titles my blog.

Hope you all are doing well.!
It was a request (infact order) from my close friend to write something about IBS-Mumbai and my experience in Mumbai.

While attempting to write this blog I’m overwhelmed and excited about How much to write, What to write? and Where to start from? Because this blog has limit to type certain alphabets only.

I am hardly sure whether my experience and memories are interesting to anyone or not.? But I hope you will love reading this piece.

So, here I start..
Like any fresher, Initially I tried to be friendly with every batchmate I met during orientation and prep classes. It was a complete new place where many students comes with great dreams and expectations. And I was one of them.

Some weeks later, we were invited to fresher party by our seniors. We enjoyed there alot and met new people and interacted with them.

As always students don’t have option to chose their own classes but at the same time it’s not difficult for them to find people with their common interests. I got best classmates in Section-B. Then various events, lectures, class tests, presentations, assignments, internal evaluations and much more started taking place. Time ran away too fast and consequently we all appeard for our semester exams.

There are many other things to share about, As for worse when solely I started living on my own with my roommates. Oh sorry.! My Brothers..
Initially they don’t allow me to cook for them, as obviously they wouldn’t have like to eat tasteless food. Haha..
So I use to handle purchase of cooking materials. Now, I am pretty much used to it, nevertheless now I know how to select best edible vegtables from a heap available at vendor’s shop. I also know how to bargain with them, as housewives generally do.

In college,
There were many professors under whom we learn and not to forget now to groom ourselves too. I am both thankful and sorry for they had to bear us; and viceversa we had to bear them too during their lectures. Haha..
But classes at IBS-Mumbai were really interesting and believe me.. in unexpected ways.

I have lots of favourite classes but class cancellation news was super-favourite.

There had been many funny moments, and one of that immediately springs to my mind is pigeon hunting in the kitchen. Sunday plans with economizing monthly expenses were worth remembering.

Hmm.. I went through tough times too; where it seemed nothing was going my way. Luckily, I had some good friends to talk to.

In this two years what changed in me is that,
I became a lot more independent. Which is good. I think I’ve always become a little braver and started taking more risks.
Fortunately, what didn’t change in me is my value system, my reading habits and my love towards Gujarat.

And, here I ends.

May Almighty Allah Bless us all.

Khuda Hafiz.!
Thank You.

-R.Husain

Perhaps everyday should contain atleast one necessary betrayal..

Many of you who are regular readers of this space are familiar with Aisha, who I write about frequently.
Unfortunately now, Aisha has been hospitalized due to prolonged illnes and Fayaz had been busy keeping her company and tending to her affairs.
Aisha isn’t in any danger, but has weakness in her body.

Talking about her health and her conversation with Fayaz in the hospital will be posted soon in my upcoming blog. :p

Talking about my personal day to day plans:
Now, I am trying to recover well from the fact that I left the city of Mumbai with heavy heart. I am trying to convice myself that leaving Mumbai and amazing friends isn’t the worst thing I did to myself or to my friends.

I thought if I never left anything or anyone there would be no room for the new things to occur.
To move-on is not acceptable to others, to the past, to the old notions of each person.
It would be optimistic, hopeful acts, guaranteeing belief in the future that things in the future can not be different but better.

Sheh-sawaar hi girte hai maidan-e-jung mein,
Woh tifl hi kya jo ghutno ke bal chala karte hai..
(Sheh-sawaar=knight, maidan-e-jung=battle field, tifl=one who fears)

Many of my friends already joined the companies and working well. Some will join next month or later. What I wish is, The very best luck for their career and life ahead.

Thank You. Allah Hafiz.

-R.Husain

Let Religion be less of a theory and more of a love affair . .

Heya Friends.! Nothing much happened in my last 10 days except exams, midnight studies, and then movies and reading books.
Hope You all are doing well.!

First of all though, I will like to take a moment of silence for the victims of the devastating incident of bomb blasts in Abbas Town, Karachi - Pakistan yesterday. Around 50 people were killed and several injured. I saw on television that some bodies were just recently found and were flown back to the graveyard for the burial ceremony.

And through the medium of this blog I am trying to recount what I am feeling now. The feeling is of anger and fear.
In my life,
I am angered on only one - the liars. When they lie even though the God is kind to them.
And I fear only one, The Almighty God.

You can call me a pacifist but I really hate fights. The reason is because the Quran does not teach me that, preachings of my Prophet (PBUH) don’t teach me to fight against humanity. I really hate fights, especially the fights that happened between the followers of different religions. I also feel remorse for the fights between the followers of the same religion of Islam - Sunni’s and Shia’s.

This is not the first time that two religions or sects of same religion fights among themselves. Recently in Hyderabad, bomb blasts take place in the market area. The psychic trauma of bomb blasts and the death of their family members left deep daze in the mind of the victims.
In the mid February bomb blasts rocked the city of Quetta, and recently Karachi.
You call them sectarian conflict or terrorism, the result is the loss of innocent lives.

After watching and reading this kind of news, fear inside me builds up. The fear that one day humanity will be lost and the atrocious cruelty will rule the world.
What we do when we see the pictures of dead bodies and the sufferer’s on television? We do nothing, In fact we can’t except watching it. I am afraid and angry that I really can’t do anything against this kind of inhuman acts. All I can do is to stare at the television screen, typing out what I think or I feel, and portray it in this blog with mixed feeling of anger and fear.

It’s 3:20am and I wanted to sleep, but I just can’t. The reason because I am scared that what will happen tomorrow, will I see harmony and peace all around? Perhaps if this continued on, believe me I will turn into a pessimist someday. 

Well, I am tired now. I wanted to end this feeling of fear and anger in me. I don’t want to live like this, witnessing human fights everytime and risking innocent lives.

What will happen then? What will happen then …

Help me.
Before I try to help myself.

Allah sabko hifazat mein rakhe - Aamin
Shukriya.! Good Night.!

-R.Husain

How sad and bad and mad it was - but then, how it was sweet..

Hello Friends,

I am sorry I am meeting you all after a long 50 days. Today I am not talking about Aisha and Fayaz relationship. But my today’s talk will be on the most precious thing in our life - “Memories”

Bade ajeeb Doston se nawaaza hai Khuda ne mujhe, Yaad meh na rakhu toh zehmat yeh bhi nahi karte.. :)

Day before yesterday I went to my uncle’s place at 37, Sliver Valley, Santacruz. Early morning around 07:15am I was returning from there, Instead of directly coming to my house I went to Juhu Beach which is nearby from Santacruz.

The cacophony of Tea-Cofee wala brings peace as I sit on cold sand and welcomed the morning of 18th February 2013.  I loved the way they sell beverages as they sing, spread happiness and spreads joy. My hair (though small) blows gently in the wake of the morning breeze. The taste of the tea and endless sea takes me in the different world.

Then after some moments I turned nostalgic. I thought, Is this my last visit to Juhu being in Mumbai.? Then I myself replied No.

Only 10 days are left for our exam completion and then all my friends will be busy in their own professional life. The college meets, classroom Masti, canteen food, phone calls, reading room time pass, evening walks at Powai lake, midnight maggi, shira & bread chivda. Where will I get all these things.? Within minutes many more things and thoughts started floating in my mind.

Then I tried hard to ignore the brevity of the fact, that soon I would no longer occupy space with my friends in Mumbai and in college.

“It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.” - Ally Condie

The farewell party was thrown by our friends some weeks ago. Why.? I know because it’s the only way we can say goodbye. Lessen our pain and to keep sweet memories and beautiful people in the suitcase of our brain.

 I hope my friends now don’t see me as I am childish. You would be thinking that I am not used to the frequencies of goodbyes in my life.

Then a long chilling wave of breeze came across the beach. It took away lots of sand and the garbage along with it. I was feeling problem in taking breathe (not because of chilled air) but because of the finiteness of the friendship bond with my friends and city of Mumbai.

But, It is not goodbye, it is that I’ll see you all later. My heart swells with beautiful people like you who are trapped inside. I will see you later through photographs, signatures, certain songs or a secret joke and of course - Facebook.

Please believe me I am neither a child nor infantile. I wrote this only because of a state called Nostalgia.

Then at the beach I make use of my pen to write something. I love you all and I’ll miss you. Please wait till my next blog in which I will be posting the poetry which I wrote for you all.

Till then Take Care..!! Study Well..!! Enjoy..!!

Allah Hafiz

-R.Husain

Bawarchi (1972)

I think cinema, movies and magic have always been closely associated. The very earliest people who made film were magicians. -Francis Ford Coppola

I am grateful to the utorrent, a free movie downloading software and other applications available today. This really helps me to keep my love for cinema young and alive.

Since last many days I have watched many Retro movies (which I like the most) and of the actor whom I admire the most. The most popular Indian Actor of 1970’s Rajesh Khanna. I always wish that “Kaash.! Unke zamaane meh janm liya hota.!”

Roughly a week ago I watched his film Anand (1971). This film stars Amitabh Bachchan (a famous character of Babu Moshai.!), Sumita Sanyal and Dara Singh. This Film was directed by Hrishikesh Mukherjee and was written by Gulzar Sahab.

This film ends with a great message that “Enjoy the life in the best way you can.!”

A year later, the same director came up with the another movie named Bawarchi (1972). Amitabh Bachchan narrates this story which revolves around the family of Sharma’s. This film stars Jaya Bhaduri (now Jaya Bachchan), Asrani, and Rajesh Khanna. Again the script was written by Gulzar Sahab.

It was 30/12/2012, Sunday. As usual I woke up late and then took a bath, recite religious books, offer noon namaaz. And as per my regular habit I took a plate (this time it was Chicken Biryani) for lunch and sat on my bed. I put the curtains off and  switch on my laptop (Compaq Presario CQ40) and start playing a film Bawarchi.

The film starts with the introduction of family members of the Shanti Niwas (Sarcasm: Where there is no Shanti..) Then Rajesh Khanna(Raghu) arrives at their place in a Khaki dress with shorts and a Maharastrian cap. He asks for a job of a Bawarchi (a cook) which family wants desperately.

Then he starts sharing love, humanity and generosity with all the family members and gain their trust within some days. He change their food habits and all mismanaged household chores. He believes in “Dusron ka kaam karne meh jo anand milta hai, waisa anand aur kaha.?” These words of him makes a family very happy and joyous. They bury their hatreds and start enjoying. They even forget the greed of the jewels which was with their Daduji.

Raghu helps in quitting the habit of drinking alcohol of the elder brother. He also helps in making two sister-in-laws respect and love each other. He sings for the Chotu Taansen, teaches dance to Krishna ben, and make others learn that self-ego leads to failure.

He does every best possible thing for the betterment of the family. One day he steals away the jewel box of Daduji and hand it over to the boy. And at last that boy reveals the reality of the Raghu.

The boy said that Raghu gave this box to me, so that I can return it to you and marry Krishna.

Raghu made every possible effort to put smiles on everyone’s face. By doing this he wants that you approves Krishna marriage with me. He added.

Then Krishna ran to stop Raghu to continue his service as Bawarchi. But Raghu replies that his life mission is to spread happiness and joy in people’s life. He had completed his task in Shanti Niwas and now he has to go.

The film took 2 hours and 15 minutes to finish.

The characters and story were very superbly drafted. It again ends with a message of helping each other and make the world a better place to live in.

I switch on the lights in my room and found my Biryani plate as it is. Not more than one two spoons I tasted. The taste of Biryani was delicious but I must say not more than Bawarchi film.

So Friends,
The New Year-2013 is welcoming us and its time for Bid Adieu to 2012.

And I took this resolution in the new year that I will surely try to spread happiness and love in the world around me. Women in the country are not safe, and are undergoing inhuman torture. I will try my best with my hands and limbs to make India a better place to live in.

May Almighty Allah Rest the soul of the victim in peace. And may Allah gives me enough strength to fulfill my resolution. -Aamin

Happy New Year In Advance.! Take Care.! 

-R.Husain