Akhtar Jamal Rizvi Taqvi is the first Genuine ‘Chartered Accountant’ of Sadat-e-Amroha
He barged into my life with a bamboo pole on his shoulder, to which was hooked a POTLI of fresh TAPKAS (ripe mangoes), under the shadows of Jama Masjid Minars of Sahfat Pota. He was returning after an excursion trip a sunny day from his ancestral mango orchard located at Fazalpur. He lowered the stick, opened the potli and took out few mangoes. “Lo dost tapka khao.” And those few words and the gesture sealed our friendship that weathered through all the winds of time. It was in 1958. Then years rolled by; he progressed with his studies and I with my idiosyncrasies. He went to Aligarh Muslim University for higher studies and I found my good time in Arya Samaj Mandir’s lectures, Vivekanada, banks or Kushak, Panwari Vasudev Teirth and some time under the bridge of dry River Sot as I bunked the classes and skipped the college.
Jamal appeared again in life and this time he was not alone. My whole family conspired against the peace and tranquility that I was enjoying. As jealous they were with my contentment, they dig out some of my earlier mark sheets that accidently had some good marks.
Jamal took me to AMU and we landed around 11.30 P.M. for the first time at Aligarh Station. While leaving the station I saw a nice girl spreading all over the floor in the most innocent display the beauty that the nature could have ever vouchsafed at that place. I stopped and Jamal moved to look for the rickshaw. Ages passed in that clinically close observation of an object that was unaware of the most penetrating glances. I woke up out from the magical spell when someone pulled me by the hair (once upon a time I had a full black crown of curlier waves).
“Jahan kuch deekha aour line lagana chalu….” He shouted, pulled me, pushed me into the welcome arms of rickshaw which had very well defined spikes. Leaving an idiot at the mercy of erudites he left me again. In Aligarh I played havoc with whatever did enter my domain or vice versa.
Much later Jamal again caught me at Ranjeet Hotel, New Delhi where a conference on Minority Character of AMU was being held. Sheikh Mohd Abdullah the original one, Ebraheem Suleman Sait, Salahuddin Owaisi, Dr Faridi, former Chief Justice Kalbe Abbas Saheb, Mohd Yusuf Saheb and almost all the dignitaries of Muslim community of that period were gracing the occasion. Being the Secretary of AMU Ali Society I was assigned, under the leadership of Late Mr. Jawed Habeeb, a prominent Alig, the responsibility of reception and comforts of the honorable guests.
How did Jamal managed to sneak into the reserved portals is a matter I never discussed with him. Having seen him there I tried to hide from his piercing eyed but he finally caught me.
“Too yahan kya kar raha hai bhai ? Too Aligarh parhne gaya that ya naeta geeri karne ?
“Are chilla mat yar. Sirf ek din ki aour baat hai aour is bar Aligarh jakar daba ke mehnat karni hai. Yar Qasam Se. Sachchi bhaiyee…is bar waqaiye parhna hi hai.”
He did finally come when I was doing Post Graduation, officially, but in fact I was wasting my time at Tasweer Mahal and Moulana Azad Library. He finally packed my bag and baggage and brought me to Tammu Nagar, a village in the suburbs of Delhi. It was in a hovel where he was staying for his CA studies.
“Tu zindagi men kuch naheen kar sakta isliye ab yehan tere liye main koi nokri dekhta hoon.”
We couldn’t find any job for me as I had proved to be cut out for nothing and no one would give me a job. I managed to find a muster-roll job, Rs 10.50 / – day, with the help of Bhai Vilaul Hasnain, the Executive Engineer at Badar Pur Power House.
I never looked back since then. Jamal touched the dazzling heights, as you can see with his biodata, in his career and I somehow managed to survive. Today, this one of the dearest friend of life is suffering from Retina Eye Problems. He is going to be operated on 4 th of April. I’m willing to give at least one of my eye but being a severe heart patient and several stunts in my body coupled with the SUGAR and Back aches the Doctors feel that nothing would be the worst choice than any of my donated organ.
Please pray God for his successful operation.