Author: baqir shameem

I am a flower bed in my master’s garden He loves the flowers beholds them often Though he can furrow and till the soil for them to thrive The gardener does it to let him work from nine to five Let your eyes wander through the line of flowers in bloom Their sparkle and freshness… Continue reading Variance →

Meher Academy, started two years back is dedicated to my late mother Mehtun Nisa Begum. It is located in Kichaucha Sharif village which is 40 kms from Azamgarh in Eastern UP.My ancestral village home where my mother used to stay very often is presently converted into classrooms for the students. Presently the school is up… Continue reading Meher Academy – A begining →

Let me be frank; I am admirer of the great artists of the past and have been fortunate to view their master pieces in the Louvre, Guggenheim Musuem, New York, the Royal Academy of arts, London, Art Institute of Chicago and in other countries visited. Have also had the opportunity of enjoying beautiful art works… Continue reading I am Presumptous? →

Picture by Jafar Shameem Continued from Part I “She mentioned it to me earlier and I respect it and have no issues. I will never interfere nor offer suggestions, she is totally independent to practice her religion in the manner she wants,” Susheel pleaded. “Will that be acceptable to your family members, considering the present… Continue reading Serendipity or Fate – Part II →

As he stepped out of the gate of Indira Gandhi Air Terminal he found her standing in the crowd behind the barrier and waving her hand without stretching her elbow. He moved towards the exit, with his luggage on the trolley, where she met him and hugged him. The taxi driver loaded his luggage in… Continue reading Serendipity or Fate – Part 1 →

The incident did actually take place, let me go through it, though a few may consider it commonplace while others may enjoy it! The narrative is for the latter and it runs as follows.  It happened in 1978 at Munabao which is a village in the Barmer District in Rajasthan, bordering Pakistan. It is one… Continue reading Those Fun Days! →

akelapan chod diya kafi arse seMud kar dekha, per Tumhe nahin paya Sochta hoon tum msshghool ho aogi fursat meinIntezar mein rahta hoon, per tumhe nahin paya Sunkar saaz khilkhillat mein apne Azizon kiTawajah Chokas hui, kaan ho Gaye Khade, per tumhe nahin paya Dekhkar meethi muskurshat bachon ke chehron perho gayi nazron ki aas tumhare hoton… Continue reading Tumhe Nahi Paya →

Fond of spending her off school time usefully, Serena who studies in Grade III, has a nice hobby. She keeps busy exprimenting and creating /assembling models. She is fond of swimming and loves the ocean on which she plans to sail in her boat when she grows up. Sharing her vision of her 'dream boat.'… Continue reading Serena’s Dream Boat →

Woh Bagh jo pyasa aur khushk ho  Aise bayabaan gulshan ki chahat nahin Woh ped jo beemari se mubtalh ho  Aise khokhle namoone ki chahat nahin Woh poude jo jangli saazish se phaile ho  Aise afra tari haiwan ki chahat nahin Woh gulab jisme mehak na ho  Aise khoobsurat phool ki chahat nahin Jab Mali… Continue reading Chahat Nahin →

(Picture by Jafar Shameem) Feroz joined a finance Company to gain experience which he knew would be useful as and when he decided to have his own start up going. He got an opportunity to travel to a number of developing countries which were of business interest to his Company. In social meetings and parties… Continue reading Liba – A Love Story – Part III →