Author: baqir shameem

The success of the event at Hyderabad led to launch of the book at New Delhi, where close friends and well wishers graced the occasion, not withstanding the calamitious traffic and asphyxiating polution. Thank you folks I am very much beholden. Sharing pictures and videos taken by Wahiba my niece, Divya Puri and friends of… Continue reading Book Launch At India International Center- New Delhi →

Prabhat Publication, the publisher of the book had placed the book for sale at amazon.in immediately after they had finished its publication. As I was in US and have returned a month back, the book launch was delayed. However, the silver lining is that a large numbers of book lovers have read it and their… Continue reading Book Launch – A Soldier’s Dilemma – Reviews →

The book launch function was held on the date and time and at the place mentioned in the invitation card. To my delight and satisfation the large gathering of book lovers actively participated and enlivened the occasion. Before proceeding further I take pleasure in thanking those who were the main organisers and within a short… Continue reading Book Launch Function: A Soldier’s Dilemma →

Na main aasman ki kisi teh se tapka Na hi is zameen ki gehrayon se nikla Na main kisi darkht ki shakh per paka Na hi kisi bhose ki gathri mein paksa Main hoon maa baap ki khawaish ka Khuda ne jise kar diya zinda Main hoon insaan aap hi jaisa Hawa mein saans leta… Continue reading Main Hoon Insan… →

Jo guzar gaya woh ho Gaya Jo hona hai woh tabhi hoga Jo hai ab wohi hoga Bana le yehi usool zondagi ka Tera safar  bahut haseen hoga Kyon bichde hue aur aane palon ki hai fikr Jo hoga woh Manzoore Khuda hoga Har pal har mod per pesh honge pecheeda masle Qati Khayal ho tho… Continue reading Aks (Reflections) →

Once upon a time, in the land of Jenant, there lived a charismatic individual named Lucifer. Blessed with a silver tongue and a magnetic personality, Lucifer had always possessed the power to captivate those around him. However, as he grew older, his ambition began to take hold, driving him to seek power and control over… Continue reading Granny’s Tale? →

Tum itne hogaye tabdeel bahut hi hairat hai Sirf Hairat hi nahi Afsos aur ranjish hai Kya khata ki Maine Jo ho gayee Nafrati doori Kyon bas gayi dil mein yehKhalish Nayi Main ab bhi  hoon wahi aur tum bhi ho wahi Hamare umar wa tajurbe ki raftar bhi hai milti Hum ne zindagi ka… Continue reading Khalish – Pain →

Let me start with an attempt to throw some light on Arabeen, a very solemn occasion. Arba'een is a Shia Muslim religious observance that occurs forty days after the Day of Ashura. It commemorates the martyrdom of Hussein ibn Ali, the grandson of Prophet Muhammad, who was killed on the 10th day of the Islamic… Continue reading Arbaeen at Boston Common →

a She felt odd and flustered when he touched the bottom of her hand when she extended towards him the quarter plate containing, barfi, gulab jamun and Samosa. She shifted her hand away and moved towards the other invitees, who were the mother and the sister of the boy and offered them the plates containing… Continue reading The Hate Machine – A Short Story →

Watched the film with my daughter Sabila and her son Kazim in the Epic Theatre at Ocala, Florida; much after its release due to pressing considerations. Nearly a three hour long movie reveals Oppenheimer's childhood, his academic pursuis. his social and marital affairs, his association in the earler years with the Communist oraganization and later… Continue reading Oppenheimer film Review →