Sunday, April 22, 2018

Social Impact Award

Abdul Azeez Manjiyil popularly known by his pen name Manjiyil, a Malayalam poet and a well-known writer in both offline and online especially in one of leading south Indian online portal

Manjiyil has completed around four decades of expatriate life with MAFCO, one of the leading private organization in Qatar that was established in the beginning of 1980s.
Manjiyil is also known for launching the first bilingual online magazines from the Middle East in 1999.

Manjiyil’s writing series begun during 1980s through Bombay based Gulf Malayali magazine. And has a wide range of Keralite readers from all over the world for his Personal, Political, Social, Cultural and literary enlightened blogs in which different topics and current affairs are briefed and analyzed with a constructive opinion.

Thirunellur village related “The Thirunellur”, Mullassery suburbs concentrated “International Udhayam” and Thrissur District based “Cultural Forum” Blogs are much appreciated online works of Abdul Azeez Manjiyil.

K G Sathar a well-known Mappila Song singer had sung dozens of songs in All India Radio weekend morning program penned by Manjiyil when he was just a teen age student.

He had also penned Lyrics for “Omar Bin Abdul Aziz” a Historic tele film directed by AVM Unny. 

MUHMMADANSE QATAR, Socio-Cultural Sports Organization of Expatriates from Kerala Thrissur-Thirunellur proudly presents the “SOCIAL IMPACT AWARD” to Mr. ABDUL AZEEZ MANJIYIL

In Recognition of his Social influence and Societal Commitment and for the Overall Contribution for the Society.

Mohammadans Qatar.

Saturday, April 7, 2018

A Painful Memory

Sharing my son Ansar's writing about his childhood memories during his school days.He is the younger one of late Absar manjiyil the elder son of mine who was a little prodigy.

We all have awesome school memories and it always brings a smile when it flashes in our thoughts.

We all love to cherish those memories as long as we are alive. But there are some frames we try to cut out from the reel of memories. But every time we try to erase, it embarks in our oceanic thoughts.

I have been sailing through the haunting memories I had when I joined 1st standard in the midst of 1999 after relocating from Qatar to Kerala.

I don’t really remember the first day in the new school but I think my colleagues considered me as an English speaking Alien descended from other part of the world.

I have been studying in a school in Qatar from my KG classes to half of the 1st standard among different nationalities from all over the world in my class forced me to speak in English.

I guess the half yearly exams might have over by the time I joined the school in Kerala. Everyone in the class were classmates from LKG, UKG to 1st standard and surely they have made gangs out of it. So it might have been always hard for them to accommodate a new guy into their friends list.

I remember some faces in my class asking my name and later warning me not to speak in English as I was not a son of a foreigner. And that forced me to speak Malayalam fluently and gradually to completely override the English in my brain. I believe this would have been the same situation for all NRI students who would have joined in a school in Kerala.

We know PT or physical training classes are much awaited ones for everyone. Even after the fun in the lunch break and other breaks we still awaits to play for another 45mins in the big ground exclusively with our friends.

For me it was no fun but a relaxing time from all the messes in the class and to be alone in a corner of the veranda watching others having fun. Because whenever I try to join them they back off me every time.

Day by day I was struggling to understand what was really going around me. All I know was the punishments I had for not answering the questions asked, incomplete notes, skipping the home works assigned and for failing in the class tests. For me teachers were enemies who were born to hinder the happiness in my life with a terror of punishments. Kneeling down on the floor by raising hands were even worse than getting beats with stick or scale. Because the marks and dirt on the white pants will again lead to another motherly warmth.
One day in a Math class we were having a class test. I was not confident about the answers I have.

One by one students were called to the teacher’s table for correcting the test paper. Stars were given for good marks, stares and pinches for the failed ones. I was so terrified and all I want was to escape from the pinch in my underarm.

I managed to copy one of the answer from a colleague who was standing in front of me in the queue. The question was “7+3=” for which I have already written the correct answer “10”. But I found a new answer in his book that was “1o” which was written much more like a “b”. Out of the curiosity of finding a new answer I just wrote it down with a belief that I will be spared from the upcoming punishment.

Unfortunately I got extra pinches, scolding and a shouting statement that “I am not fit for 1st standard and the right place for me is in KG class”.

That was not the end of the punishment but starting of something else.

The very time I see her I nearly piss in my pants. And gradually this made me weak in Math which brought in more and more trouble.

As per the statement one day she literally took me to the KG class next our block and made me sit over there for some time and letting me know that those KG students were much better than me. It was the major embarrassing moment in my life in front of my classmates and in front of the KG students.

I know that no one will be remembering those moments but only me. It still strikes hard inside me like an arrow. And still brings me a heartbreak the moment I get reminded of those days.

Eventually by the end of the academic year I was detained in 1st standard with the advice of the principal stating that I am weak in most of the subjects especially in Malayalam. And sitting another round in 1st standard is the only solution to improve me.

Though I was happy hearing that because I had a hope that I will have new bunch of colleagues with whom I can be friends, play during the PT classes and in the endless breaks to come.

And I was not wrong about it. I had more friends and I survived in the school till my 10th grade where my 1st standard Math teacher became my class teacher.

I always thought of asking her about those old days but I never had that courage to speak up.

I haven’t yet revealed all these memories to anyone around me nor with my parents. All I was doing was holding everything within me.

May be that is the reason it still pops up every time in my thoughts after these many years when I sail back to the olden days of my school life.

I wish if this was read by her to understand how painful it would be for a student to have such a painful memory of a teacher who must have been regarded as a role model and guiding light rather than being a pain in heart. 

Ansar Manjiyil

Thursday, April 5, 2018

നജ്‌മ നസീറിന്‌ യാത്രയപ്പ്‌ നല്‍‌കുന്നു

ദോഹയുടെ എഴുത്ത്കാരി യാത്രയാകുന്നു.രണ്ട് പതിറ്റാണ്ടിൽ കൂടുതൽ ഖത്തറിൽ സാമൂഹിക സാംസ്‌കാരിക കലാ രംഗങ്ങളില്‍ പ്രവര്‍‌ത്തന നിരതയായി നിറഞ്ഞു നിന്ന നജ്‌മ നസീര്‍ പ്രവാസം മതിയാക്കി നാട്ടില്‍ കൂടൊരുക്കാനൊരുങ്ങുന്നു. തന്റെ സ്വതസിദ്ധമായ ശൈലിയിൽ വൈവിധ്യങ്ങളായ രചനകളും സാഹിത്യ സാം‌സ്‌കാരിക രം‌ഗങ്ങളും വഴി ഒരു ബൃഹത്തായ സുഹൃത് വലയം സൃഷ്ടിച്ചെടുക്കാന്‍ ശ്രീമതി നജ്‌മ നസീറിന്‌ സാധിച്ചിട്ടുണ്ട്‌.കേച്ചേരിക്കാരിയായ ഈ അനുഗ്രഹീത കലാകാരി 2018 ഏപ്രില്‍ മധ്യത്തോടെ ദോഹയോട്‌ യാത്ര പറയും.

ഐ.സി.ആർ.സി ആർട്ട് വിങിന്റെ തുടക്കം മുതൽ തന്നെ കലാ കുടുംബവുമായി അടുത്ത് പ്രവർത്തിച്ച പ്രിയ കലാകാരിക്ക്‌ ഉചിതമായ യാത്രയയപ്പ്‌ നല്‍‌കാന്‍ തിരുമാനിച്ചതായി ഇഖ്‌ബാല്‍ ചേറ്റുവ അറിയിച്ചു.

ഈ ചടങ്ങ് ഐ.സി.ആർ.സി ആർട്ട് വിങില്‍ മാത്രം ഒതുക്കാതെ ദോഹയിലെ സാമൂഹിക സാംസ്‌കാരിക കലാ രംഗങ്ങളിൽ പ്രവർത്തിക്കുന്ന സകല മലയാളി സം‌ഘങ്ങളും സംഘടനകളും വ്യക്തിത്വങ്ങളും ചേർന്ന്‌ തിളക്കമാര്‍‌ന്നതായിരിക്കണമെന്നാണ്‌ ആഗ്രഹിക്കുന്നതെന്ന്‌  ആര്‍‌ട്ട്‌ വിങ് സാരഥി  ഇഖ്‌ബാല്‍ ചേറ്റുവ പറഞ്ഞു.

ഏപ്രില്‍ 8 ഞായറാഴ്ച വൈകീട്ട് കൃത്യം 06.30 ന്,മ‌അമൂറയിലെ പഴയ ഐഡിയൽ ഇന്ത്യൻ സ്‌കൂള്‍ പരിസരത്താണ്‌ പരിപാടി സം‌ഘടിപ്പിക്കുന്നത്.ഈ കലാകാരിക്കുള്ള യാത്രയപ്പ്‌ സഹൃദയരുടെ സാന്നിധ്യം കൊണ്ട്‌ ധന്യമാക്കണമെന്ന്‌ കോഡിനേറ്റര്‍ അഭ്യര്‍‌ഥിച്ചു.

Tuesday, April 3, 2018

Salute to Hamad and Rumilah

My nephew, Doha Bank Staff , who had been admitted to the emergency department HMC after a cardiac arrest last week. He has been discharged after week long treatment. HMC emergency department and Rumaila Heart Hospital service were really excellent and appriciatable. We salute for Rumaila medical team for their miracle services and treatment with Grace of the Almighty.

The incident was happened at march last week at Doha bank ground floor. Ambulance service reached within minutes and rush to HMC emergency and followed by Rumaila Heart emergency where He had been under gone with magic touch treatment in unbelievable time schedule.

We thankful to the kindness shown by brothers and sisters from all walk of life and Doha bank families various branches and department especially Doha Bank managing body those who stayed with us with support and the sincere prayers during the hard times.

This is again to thank you all for your kind support and let us all pray together to the Almighty for his speedy recovery. 

Thanking you ....
Abdul Azeez Manjiyil,
Uncle > Nalakath Karuvankazhil Yousef.

Sunday, April 1, 2018

വീണുടഞ്ഞ മുപ്പത്തിമൂന്ന്‌ വര്‍ഷം

1985 ഏപ്രില്‍ ഒന്നിനായിരുന്നു ഞങ്ങളുടെ നിഖാഹ്‌.വിവാഹാഘോഷം നാലിനും.മണ്ണില്‍ വീണുടഞ്ഞ 33 വര്‍‌ഷം.വിവാഹനന്തരം അഞ്ച്‌ വര്‍ഷത്തെ കാത്തിരിപ്പിനു ശേഷം 1990 ജനുവരി അഞ്ചിനായിരുന്നു ആദ്യത്തെ കണ്‌മണി.എന്നാല്‍ പതിമൂന്നാമത്തെ വയസ്സില്‍ 2003 ജൂണ്‍ 26 ന്‌ അബ്‌സ്വാര്‍ തിരിച്ചു വിളിക്കപ്പെട്ടു.എല്ലാ സുഖ ദുഃഖങ്ങളിലും പ്രായാധിക്യത്തിലും തളരാതെ ഞങ്ങളോടൊപ്പം ഉണ്ടായിരുന്ന പ്രിയപ്പെട്ട ഉമ്മ 2017 ഒക്‌ടോബറില്‍ ദൈവത്തിന്റെ വിളിക്ക്‌ ഉത്തരം നല്‍‌കി.

അബ്‌സ്വാറിന്റെ താഴെയുള്ള അന്‍‌സ്വാര്‍ ആമസോണ്‍ ഇന്റര്‍‌നാഷണലില്‍ ചെന്നൈ ഓഫീസില്‍ ജോലി ചെയ്യുന്നു.ബിരുദ ധാരിണിയായ ഹിബയുടെ വിവാഹാന്വേഷണങ്ങള്‍ നടക്കുന്നു.നാലാമത്തെ മകന്‍ ഹമദ്‌ ഡിഗ്രിക്ക്‌ പഠിച്ചു കൊണ്ടിരിക്കുന്നു.അബ്‌സ്വാറിന്റെ വിയോഗാനന്തരം പിറന്ന അമീനമോള്‍ ഹൈസ്‌കൂള്‍ വിദ്യാര്‍‌ഥിനിയാണ്‌.മക്കളെല്ലാവരും ഇസ്‌ലാമിക പ്രസ്ഥാനത്തിന്റെ ജില്ലാ-പ്രാദേശിക തലങ്ങളില്‍ നേതൃത്വ നിരയിലുള്ളവരാണ്‌.

കഴിഞ്ഞു പോയ സമ്മിശ്രമായ നാള്‍ വഴികള്‍ ഓര്‍‌ത്തെടുക്കുന്ന അവസരത്തില്‍ പ്രാര്‍‌ഥനാ പൂര്‍‌വ്വം ദൈവത്തെ സ്‌മരിക്കുകയാണ്‌.ദോഹ മുഗളിനയിലെ ട്രൂത്ത്‌ 307/210 ഫ്‌ളാറ്റില്‍ ഇരുന്നു കൊണ്ട്‌.മഞ്ഞിയില്‍ കുടും‌ബം.