Bhartendu Harishchandra Award

Ratanlal Sharma Award

Sahara Samay Award

Zakir Ali ‘Rajneesh’

Date of Birth:
01-01-1975 (Lucknow)

Qualification:
M.A. (Hindi Lit.)
Diploma in Media Writing. & Computer Application.
Batchler of Communication & Journalism.
Fellowship for Script Writing by Hindi Sansthan, U.P.

Creative fields:
Story, Novel, T.V. Script and Lyrics.

Media Writing:
Serials MEENA, SAMASYA and MAAT and Telefilms and Documentaries written for Doordarshan had broadcasted.
Different Proposals of T.V. Serial, Telefilm are under consideration.

Publication:
Nearly 1000 Stories/Article published in reputated magazines/news paper.

Novel:
Ginipig (1998)

Story Collection:
Vigyan Kathayen (2000).

Children Novels:
Sat Sawal (1996), Hum Honge Kamyab (2000) , Samay Ke Par (2000)

Collections of Children Stories:
Main School Jaungi (1996), Sapno ka Gaon (1999), Chamatkaar (1999), Kurbani Ka Karz (2000), Hajir-Jawab (2000), Aitihasik Gathayen (2000), Saray Ka Bhoot (2000), Aggan Bhaggan (2000), Sone ki Ghati (1999), Sunehra Pankh (2000), Sitaron Ki Bhasha (2005), Vigyan Ki Kathayen (2006), Aitihasik Kathayen (2006), Best of Hi-tech Tales (2006), Best of Historical Tales (2006).

Informative Books:
Aitihasik Vichar, Aitihasik Lekhak, Aitihasik Kavi, Aitihasik Tithiyan, Aitihasik Nagar, Aitihasik Vadya Yantra, Aitihasik Purush, Aitihasik Mahilayen, Aitihasik Yoddha, Aitihasik Rishi, Aitihasik Shashak, Aitihasik Imarten, Aitihasik Teerth Sthal, Aitihasik Nadiyan, Aitihasik Guru, Aitihasik Dharmgranth, Aitihasik Gyani, Aitihasik Shishya, Aitihasik Bhakt, Aitihasik Mandir (2000).
Aged Learners Books: Bhay Ka Bhoot (1997), Meri Achchhi Bahu (1997), Thodi Si Muskan (1997), Asanyam Ka Phal (1997).

Edited Books:
Ikkeesvin Sadi Ki Bal Kahaniyan (Two Part, 1998), 151 Bal Kavitayen (2006), 30 Bal Natak (2006), Pratinidhi Bal Vigyayn Kathayen (2003), 11 Bal Upanyas (Two Part, 2006).


Awards:
Bhartendu Harishchandra Award, Govt. of INDIA, 1997,
Sahashtrabdi Hindi Sevi Award, UNESCO & C.H.S., Delhi, 2000,
Sarjana Award, U.P. Hindi Sansthan, Lucknow,,2003,
Baal Sahitya Samman Award, Kanpur, U.P., 1996,
Vigyan Katha Bhushan Award, Faizabad, U.P., 1997,
Madhur Sri Smriti Award, Balia, U.P., 1997,
Pt. Sohanlal Diwidi Award, Chittorgarh, Rajasthan, 1998,
Sanjay-Anita Smriti Award, Bhagalpur, Bihar, 1998,
R.L. Sharna Bal Sahitya Award, New Delhi, 2001,
Dr. C.V. Raman Takniki Lekhan Award, AISECT, Bhopal, 2006, Included in ‘Dictionary of Intellectual’ of International Biographical Center, Cambridg, ENGLAND along with mentioned in many other reference books in country.

Extra Curriculum:
Hony. Sec. of TSALIIM (Team for Scientific Awareness on local issues in Indian Masses)
Life member of Indian Science Writer’s Association (ISWA), Delhi.
Presently posted in Mandi Parished, U.P.

Residance:
Naushad Manzil, Telibagh Bazar, Raibarely Road, Lucknow-226025 (U.P.) INDIA

Postal Address:
Post Box No.- 4, Dilkusha, Lucknow-226002 (U.P.) INDIA

Mobile:
09935923334

E-mail:
zakirlko@gmail.com

DEFEATING THE DEATH

Vijay was very happy. He was carrying a shield in his hand. He had just won the jammu skiing championship, and his heart was filled with happiness. he was going towards the taxi stand humming a true to himself.

The weather was very bad that day. Last night, there was a heavy snowfall, and the ground was covered with snow. For this reason, he had to walk carefully. The slightest carelessness could lead him to fall from the precipice.

Suddenly, Vijay heard some sounds. He was surprised as that was a fairly deserted spot. He looked around within it. He could not control his curiosity and went nearer to it.

“We have planted the bomb in the control room of the hospital on the highway. If the

government does not listen to our demand…”

Vijay was shaken. ‘These people are terrorist,’ thought Vijay. ‘If they succeed… I must do something.’

Vijay started inching away from the door, but suddenly he slipped and fell down. Hearing the sound, the people inside the hunt quickly came out. They saw Vijay lying on the ground. It didn’t take them a moment to understand the matter.

The place was covered with snow, that was why Vijay did not get hurt badly. He picked himself up and looked around. He had lost his shield but it did not matter to him. It was more important for him to save the life of the patients of the hospital. Just then, he saw the terrorists coming towards him. He started running very fast. He was looking for a telephone booth, so that he could inform the police.

Suddenly, Vijay’s eyes fell upon a telephone booth. The terrorists who were following him had come very near. But without caring for his life, he moved towards the phone booth hiding himself behind the trees. He succeeded in reaching the telephone booth. Luckily, he was able to get across to the police station in the first try itself. Somebody by the name of Inspector Zahid picked up the receiver.

“Hello, police station? My name is Vijay. I am phoning from a telephone booth. Some terrorists are after me because I have heard what they were talking about. They have planted a bomb in a hospital…,” said Vijay.

“What! In which hospital have they fitted the bomb?” the inspector asked shockingly.

But before Vijay could reply, there was a huge explosion outside the telephone booth. The pole outside carrying telephone wires broke and fell down. The slope beside the booth also broke down and crashed on the top of the booth. The small wooden booth could not bear the weight of so much stones and collapsed burying Vijay in the rubble.

The terrorists who saw all this were very pleased. They went back after making sure that Vijay was buried in the heap of stones.

On hearing the sound of the explosion, Inspector Zahid’s heart went numb. Even though such explosions were common in Kashmir, he felt as if his own son was on the other side of the line. ‘He wanted to reveal some plan of the terrorists and…’

‘No, I will not let them succeed,’ he told himself, and set out with his force.

Luckily, he reached the right spot. Immediately, he dad the rubble at the telephone booth site removed. The unconscious body of Vijay was recovered. His body had become cold and lifeless. He was holding the telephone receiver in one hand and his mouth was still open as if he wanted to say something. There were no injuries on the body, but it seemed that the boy had died of shock. Even though there seemed no chance of his being alive, Inspector Zahid took him to the medical college.

The head of the surgery department of the medical college, Dr. Wajahat was surprised to see the body. “This is Vijay, the son of my friend Amit. What has happened to him?”

The doctor checked his pulse and again got a shock, “There is no pulse. He is dead!” he said.

“What! But doctor, you must try to make him conscious. He knows something that can save the lives of hundreds of people,” the inspector requested willingly.

Suddenly, as if he had remembered something, the doctor said, “Perhaps something can still be done. But let’s call Amit first. He is the principal of the inter college.”

The inspector immediately informed Mr. Amit. Distraught with grief Mr.Amit rushed to the hospital, He had sent his son to the skiing competition and now he was looking at his dead body.

“Be brave, my friend,” Dr. Wajahat said to Mr. Amit, trying to console him. “There is something that we can do. We can try bringing Vijay back to life through the process of freezing.”

“Is it possible doctor? Can my son come back to life?” a ray of hope lit the face of Mr. Amit.

“Perhaps! The chance are very low, but we should never give up. But for that I need your permission. Can I perform the surgery?” asked Dr Wajahat.

“Yes, sure, do anything to bring my son back to life.”

“The process is the invention of an American scientist, Robert C.W. Antiger. In his opinion, a person who has not died naturally, and has also not suffered any injury, has chance of revival, if this process can be implemented right after death,” the doctor explained.

Accordingly, the doctor placed Vijay’s body on a ice slab and drained his body of natural blood, filling it with a special cold-resistant blood. After that, the whole body of Vijay was covered with ice slabs.

After about half an hour, Dr. Wajahat removed the ice slabs. Then Vijay was infused with the natural blood.

After that, Vijay’s body was taken in a room that was fitted with heaters. His lungs were supplied with oxygen. The heaters were put on to supply his body with heat. In about two hours, Dr Wajahat came out of the room. He, Inspector Zahid and Mr. Amit waited anxiously outside the room in which Vijay was kept. The doctor was worrying if Vijay did not recover soon, the experiment would be a failure. An hour passed away.

Suddenly, they heard a noise from the room as if someone was murmuring. They quickly went inside. Vijay opened his eyes at the same moment.

The doctor had achieved a miracle. Mr. Amit thanked the doctor, “Wajahat, I will never forget this favour.”

THE FLYING MAN

It was five in the evening. Our bus had reached Nainital on a college trip. After six hour of tiring journey, our bodies were aching badly. After taking some snacks, I said to the students, “Now all of you go to your rooms and take some rest.”

At this, the students started murmuring. I knew what they wanted, nevertheless I asked them, “What happened? Why are you not going to your respective rooms?”

“Sir, we all want to see that man, who can fly,” said one of the students.
“Yes sir, the flying man,” said the few other students.

And then all of them started insisting, “Yes, the flying man.” At this, my colleagues got angry with the students. Verma sir got very much annoyed. He said to them, “This is not the right time to go to meet him.”

At this, all of them became quiet. To be honest, I had also become anxious to see the flying man. Moreover, the main motive of the college trip was to see the the flying man only. If we had not read the news of the the flying man in the newspaper, our college trip would not have got arranged.

“Vermaji, don’t you want to see the flying man?” I muffled him.

He was surprised to hear me. “Oh, you also sound like these youngsters. We have covered such a long journey and you….”

“We are still young, Vermaji. Why would we feel tired?” said Sahay sir. “Come, let’s go. I am ready.”

All the teachers got ready. There was some magic in that flying man that was attracting every man.

Actually, four days ago, there was a news published in a local newspaper which was about a flying man. After reading that news, curiosity rose in us to see that man. The next day, all the teachers started arranging for the trip to Nainital and see that man. Now according to our program, we were going to see ‘the flying man’ or ‘superman’.

We took a guide and reached the place where the flying man was seen. We saw a big crowd was gathered around a rock. We looked here and there but could not see the flying man. We also went near to the crowd.

In the middle of the crowd, a man was lying down on the ground. He was wearing dirty clothes and was bleeding from many places, As soon as I saw his face, I shouted, “Karan?”
“Do you know him?” asked a man who was standing next to me. I nodded an affirmation.
Karan and I were in the same class together. He had a liking for Applied Physics. He had a big dream-to fly in the air without any parachute or glider.

Once, we were sitting on the terrace of the college. Just then, an aeroplane passed by. Seeing that, Karan said to me, “Ajay, can’t we apply the principle of the aeroplane on us?” Hearing this, I laughed out loudly. All the boys of the class were aware of his wish. For this reason, he was called as ‘Superman’ in the college.

Karan spent all the three years of his graduation in applying the principle of the aeroplane on himself. Because of this, his aggregate percentage in graduation dropped down. Looking at his marksheet, I said to him, “See Karan, Your principle of aeroplane proved so much beneficial for you!” I had kidded him, but he took it seriously. He became very sad. After some moments, he said, “Ajay, I don’t know when we will be able to meet after today. But I promise you that when we will meet the next time, I would have definitely made my wish come true.”

“And if you couldn’t keep your promise...” I asked in a light mood.
“Then you can slap me as many times as you wish. I will think that it was just my overconfidence,” said Karan.

I again laughed at him and said, “If I loose, you can also slap me. Still I want you should win so that I could have a free air trip.”

I bade him goodbye and we moved towards our respective paths.
“What happened, Ajay?” asked Sahay sir. On opening my eyes, I saw that Vermaji was asking somebody, “What has happened to him?”

“All this happened because of me,” said a news reporter standing there. “I had come to take his interview. But before taking interview, I wanted to see him flying so that I can take some of his pictures.

However, he was not well at that time, but he got ready. He said that he wanted to call one of his friends, whom he wanted to show that the principle of aeroplane can be applied to humans.”

After that, he wore a device around his neck and climbed up to hill,” continued the reporter. “He turned his hands in a special way and jumped. It was amazing! He was flying in the air. I took hold of my camera and moved forward to shoot him. But just then, a strong wind came and within moments, there was dust everywhere. When the dust got cleared, I saw…”
Hearing the reporter, I thought, that was the murderer of Karan. If he had not asked to fly, then my beloved friend…

I don’t know what happened to me. I suddenly attacked the reporter. He was not ready. Soon, his notebook, camera and other things scattered here and there. He fled away from there.

Suddenly, I felt as if Karan was talking to me, “Look Ajay, didn’t I tell you that I will make my wish come true. Do you remember your promise?”

I was feeling very depressed. I hugged him. His body was getting colder. I was crying like a lunatic. I took his hands and slapped myself. My heart was saying, “Karan, you won, you won. You were determined to make your dream come true. I am proud of you. But you took a long time in coming in front of me. I can’t forgive myself.

All my colleagues were surprised. There were many questions in their eyes. They were worried about the device, which Karan was wearing around his neck, I was very sad that my best friend had gone very far from me.