“har shaam hai shaam-e-Misr yahaaN, har shab hai shab-e-Sheeraz
yahaan,hai saare jahaaN kaa soz yahaaN, aur saare jahaaN kaa saaz yahaaN
zarraat kaa bosaa lene ko, sau baar jhukaa aakaash yahaan
Khud aankh se ham ne dekhii hai, baatil kii shikast-e-faash yahaaN
After 5 years when I turn back, and see, I find many occurrences have been derived with me as life time accomplish lesson. No doubt I had great friends, seniors who had treated me like kids among them. Few of them are in still touch with me and they are my assets, I feel a sense of pride to posses such beautiful relation with them. One of them was Aliya Aapa, she was in final year of B.sc, when I joined Abdullah hall as a fresher- Aliya Aapa, gold medalist, jolly, sweet nature and extremely caring for those too who may little matter to her.
I got allotment of my room with senior students of second year. There I meet Shagufta Aapa, she was one of favorite senior and room- met. During all those ranging and nostalgic time she was a big support and always encouraged me. Aliya Aapa and Imrana Aapa were room- Mets and they were very good friend and senior of Shagufta aapa. That’s how I was known to them. They used to come to our room for Shagufta aapa, and slowly and slowly I was also friendly with them. I don’t know who to keep above as both were very good natured caring and extremely loving to me. I remember during ranging period, the Saturday’s night was quite haunted among juniors. I fall sick and was very nostalgic and not taking care of my self, As at any cost I wanted to runaway from Abdullah hall jail.
Imrana Aapa came to visit me with one bowls of apple jelly and fruits and medicine and made me eat all that with warning, if I show any stupidity, today will be Naaz special Saturday night. Hahaha.
I remember initially, I was not having much friends of my batch, as my draw back was this that I had got a room which was senior dominated. Girls of my batch used to ask me how you stay there why don’t you change your room and get allotment in bathmats room. As in Abdullah hall, the seniors and their terror were quite haunting among juniors during intro period. But with the grace of Almighty Allah I had wonderful seniors as my room met, and never felt a dull movement with their presence.
I remember during those time I was friends with few my neighbor. I don’t remember what really happen. One day in some arguments I encountered with few heated words and bad arguments. I was feeling terrible as those heated words were passed on to me through a buddy whom I always looked on as a friend. I don’t remember the matter, what I remember I was feeling very disconcert and felt my image down. It was afternoon time and most of the girls prefer to utility of this time sleeping in their room.
I was troubled and I went out of my room and walking in corridor and then sat on staircase, - This stair case is also connected to middle wing of TW Hostel, which was final year student’s residence. It was quite silent cozy afternoon. Very few girls were in corridor. I don’t know how come Aliya Aapa saw me, may be after her practical classes she was returning to the hostels. Silently she came and sat next to me and kept her hands on my shoulders and asked me what happen why you are sitting here alone? I smiled at her and replied her nothing, I was not feeling sleepy and bored so thought of doing time pass here by the time evening snacks bell don’t rang.
Some how she knew some thing is wrong, and asked me politely share with me I may not able to solve your problem but may be I can listen to you. Will you have say no to your elder sister at home? I don’t know what hold me that movement may be a trust of her sparking eyes which was telling me Don’t worry I am there , and I share everything and then cried and told her how upset I am with the friend behavior.
She listened to me then asked how are you feeling now I replied I am okay, and then she asked me you know Naaz ever you thought why your Papa has sent you in hostel, keeping away his sweetheart, not because he wanted you to take good education. This option is also available in our respective city. He sent you here because he wanted you to learn to deal in odd situation in life on your own. There are no accidents. Everyone you meet, everything that has come your way was not some random fluke, you encounter this situation where you trusted some body and upset today on her. Forget it and take it as an experience tomorrow when you will be meeting new but same kind of people and situation, you will realize “Arye I have known this kind of people, Arye this had happen with me earlier too and I can handle this”
we were giggling, I was in relaxed mode. Her humbleness and sweet advice accumulated in my mind forever. Life moved on after graduation I moved to Mumbai and she was in her life. Due to distance We were in on off contact. Last time when she was in Delhi due to some work, I get a chance to meet her, we were chatting remembering those nostalgic days of hostel life.I asked her Aliya Aapa do you remember that afternoon conversation she couldn’t remember , I made her remind she was laughing and told me I don’t remember what we had talked that day but yes I remember “choti bacchi Naaz was upset that day”. I told her what she taught me that day. She wide her eyes and amazingly asked me you remember, I don’t remember what I have said!!
I giggled and tell her I remember Aliya Aapa, but may be forget to be thankful to you that day. I wanted to say heartily “Thank you Aliya Aapa” we laughed and hold each other hands, two drops of tears was also rolling out of my eyes, may be they also wanted to be Thankful to Aliya Aapa for her precious teaching.