My honest opinion about myself is: I am killjoy. What inspires many does not appeal to me. For example, the convocation address of Dr. Abdul Kalam at Aligarh. Delivering the 58th convocation address at the Aligarh Muslim University, the former president shared his “Vision 2020” with the audience. The luminary, who happens to be a chronic bachelor, said: “India will be a nation where there is equitable distribution and adequate access to energy and quality water, where agriculture, industry and service sector work together in symphony… as nation where the best of health care is available to all, where the governance is responsive, transparent and corruption-free…” In order to achieve his “Vision” he asserted: From the present ambience, the role of educational institutions like AMU is to generate quality human resource, backed with value systems, derived from our civilizational heritage.”
Out of modesty and politeness, I may not open my big mouth. But today’s AMU is just a shadow – and that too a pale one – of the varsity of the past. The AMU of yesteryears was a bright, vibrant, pulsating institution. Today’s AMU? The less said the better.
One day a student decided to pay the year-long dues and gave some 100 rupee notes to the cashier, who in turn, after counting the money, asked the student to bring change. The student collected what he had handed over and came the next day with sackfuls of smaller coins. When the cashier literally thundered, the student submitted in a meaker voice: Sir! Yesterday you had advised me to bring change as I had brought notes of bigger denomination. So, Sir, today I have brought change!
There was a professor who was known as one who would never give in to sycophancy. A student accepted the challenge. One day the academic, in his spick-and-span suit, was passing through the corridor. The challenger, rushing towards him, made bold to say: “Sir, it is really a pity that our eminent institution has become today a beehive of competing sycophants.”
Removing the non-existent dirt from the well-creased collar of the professor’s woollen suit, the student said: Sir! It is you alone who does not, in fact, abhor sycophancy!!
The newspapers, which have reported the AMU Convocation, have also given pictures of the event. An English daily informs the nation that a Medical student, Miss Sumayya, clad in full “hejab” bagged 12 gold medals for her academic performance.
How much blood automatically increased in my veins. I can’t say. She has done not only her parents, teachers and alma mater proud, but the country as a whole. She has, thus, erased many a myth about Muslim girls off the surface of the Indian soil. She is now a beacon-light for Muslim girl students all over the country and an instrument of shame for the Muslim boys who waste their precious time in fruitless pursuits.
At the risk of digression from the original subject, let me recall in olden days when a bride was searched; she was preferred to be less educated than her would-be hubby; belonging to a less rich family than her would-be in-laws; even less in height and health than her future husband.
The question is: Is a Muslim boy available anywhere who has bagged 13 gold medals in any discipline? If not who will dare marry her; who will she choose to be her life partner?