Rauf Mamoo – How to Make People Feel Special and Close

Rauf Mamoo – How to Make People Feel Special and Close

What a man he was! What a dashing personality! Close and dear to everyone around. In any gathering he would soon become the center of attention, with his pleasing and affectionate personality, anecdotes, humor and personal attention to every one. In 1999, at his soyem, there were so many people who were remembering him in small groups, each one trying to remember his association with him. Overcome with grief, I was trying to hide the tears from my eyes as I moved from one group to another, and then I noted some thing in such rememberances about Rauf Mamoo to which I had not paid attention in all the years as I was growing up and looking up to him as a role model. That most distinctive quality that emerged from these rememberances was that everyone was highlighting how his or her relationship with Rauf Mamoo was so special and so close. People were describing those special moments, anecdotes, events and situations which highlighted and demonstrated that Rauf Mamoo was closest to them individually! And, I thought (initially with a pang of jealousy) that I was the one who was closest to him! Rauf Mamoo had managed through his interactions with everyone who came in contact with him to give this special feeling of closeness. I was actually surprised to see even those who had not had a very comfortable relationship with him, describing trips and events where they were so close and so much loved by Rauf Mamoo.
[Remembering Maj (R) Shah M Ismail (1933-99) known fondly to people as Rauf]

I have yet to see this quality and in this magnitude in anyone else. In going over the videos of some of the large get-togethers held in the late 1990s I noticed how he got this connection of a special bonding established with everyone even in such large gatherings. Rauf Mamoo would mingle with the people in the gatherings and in so doing he would have a special remark, a small nudge, a glance, a twinkle in the eye, a pinch, a joke, a demand, a comment, an appreciation or some thing intended for everyone individually. It was impossible to have an interaction with him and not get that special-only-for-me-feeling. This was what made everyone think that he or she was closest to him. The most beautiful point about such special-only-for-me-thing was that it would always be funny without being sarcastic, humorous without being incisive, some thing that would not only establish a special bond with an individual but would also provide an opportunity to make everyone share this special moment as their own. I recall this group photo session where people are being herded to complete the group as Rauf Mamoon stoops down in front and whispers some thing in the ears of the person standing in front and that person along with another erupt in laughter. While at the same time, he pinches the hairs of the person standing on his side as that person first turns with surprise and later erupts in laughter too and everyone has a jolly good time. 

Jolly good time. Yes, that was what you were assured of when you were with him. Whether you are on a hunting trip (in the wilderness around Jamshoro in 1980), whether you get the prey or whether you are returning empty handed. Whether you are thirsty, having tracked the entire day in the sweltring heat of summer in Kharian (1969) in search of fakhtas and pigeons. Whether you are fishing in Rawal Dam with no catch during the entire day (early 1971). Whether it is the 40 days of companionship during Haj (1996) when he would not let us settle down to rest as he would always have this or that errand that we were supposed to run; going to the Mualim’s office for the umpteenth time to verify the arrangements for Madinah, Arafat, return etc, or looking after the food or logistic arrangements. He had this wonderful ability to involve everyone around him in one task or another without making them feel worked out and at the same time making the entire experience a fun experience to remember. Whether you are woken up in the middle of night at 2am with so much loud commotion that you along with everyone had to come out of their warm beds in the cold and freezing night of Islamabad winter (early 1970s), [and whether you like it or not], and then huddle together in the cold drawing room only to be told that now you can go back to your beds, if you want. With sleep long gone, who would then leave the wonderful opportunity to spend the night listening to his adventures and dreams. 

Dreams of that wonderful close knit community of his dear brothers and sisters living in that mythical farm in Joharabad where he had been alotted some land. Small, very economical, basic housing units built around a large circular central courtyard. The elaborate brainstorming being done by his brothers and sisters sitting around in that drawing room of Islamabad (1975) of how to make this dream come true at a minimum cost as all of my mamoos and khalas at that time were having difficulty in trying to get their two ends meet. I remember these sessions where brothers and sisters were discussing starry eyed to that wonderful time when they will again be together, self sustaiable and held together with the binding force of Nani Jan. Even as daydreams that were the most enjoyable experiences I can recall.

As I travel by road from Karachi to Hyderabad I never fail to notice that little round hill with a narrow top that was pointed out to me by Rauf Mamoo on a motor cycle journey that we took in 1980 from Karachi to Tando Allahyar. Rauf Mamoo mentioned that he always wanted to have his abode at the top of a hill like this one with a road winding up to the top in a helical circular trips around the  hill all the way to the top. I think the house with the bamboos on the roof that he built in 1980s with his meagre resources on that raised hillock on the plot of his entreprenurial steel mill venture in the SITE area of Hyderabad was his first attempt to approximate his dream of having a hut on the top of the hill. His second approximate attempt were the makeshift-rooms he had in Sonda across that pond [yet another of his entrepeneurial venture into fish ponds]. More on this in a later post.


Yes, I was describing that motor cycle journey with Rauf Mamoo to Tando Allahyar. The seat of the motorcycle had lost its foaminess a long time ago and was hard as a wooden log and the motorcycle cruising at a monotonous slow speed of just 35km/hr as there was some heating problem for which mamoo had taken along two plastic bottles with water to cool the engine off. We had to stop after every half an hour or so to cool the engine and later to get the bottles to be refilled from shanty hotels that were few and far between. It was late night by the time we eventually reached our destination, but memorable all the same.

Engine troubles and Rauf Mamoo’s automobiles were two things that went together. Whether it is my first earliest and faint memory of being in that old black (or was it red) car in Nowshehra (1965) when I would be just a toddler and recall being in the lap of someone who was sitting on the lap of someone else and that someone else was sitting on the lap of yet another. Then, the car breaking down and all of the fifteen twenty people/kids coming out to see Mamoo cranking the engine from the front using the crank handle. Or whether it was the Skoda(s) of 1971 that would get heated up ever so much often and had to be cooled and pushed to get it restarted [another of his entrepreneurial venture into taxi cab service]. Or whether they were the Opel Reckords that again had a habit of breaking down and stopping at the most awkward moments in the traffic (1970-80s) as they were used more as jeep for hunting trips rather than as cars. The distinctive memory about those automobiles was that you were enjoying their pushing and repairing as much as their riding. There was never a worry in such stoppages as Rauf Mamoo would have some way and some contraption to get the fault rectified and the auto running again. And in the interlude while it is getting repaired you would have that wonderful adventure on the side. These events are memorable because they were fun. Each such breakdown would be a fun event to enjoy and remember long afterwords. We would be running around happy and enjoying all the while the car was being repaired or pushed. Rauf Mamoo had this ability to make every event a fun event. There would be laughter and joy irrespective of the severity and stress. And he would not take offense at all the frolic that went around him at such times. 

Remembering the breakdown of his cars, he made sure that we never should forget this legacy of him: We are carrying his dead body from the hospital to Malir Cantt in 1999 in an ambulance. We have reached near COD and have just crossed the Shah Faisal Base, and lo and behold his ambulance stops; engine trouble! Some of us are in the ambulance, others in cars. All of us disembark and had to push the ambulance to get it running again. Rauf Mamoo wanted us to remember him on his journey to his final resting place as we remembered him in life!

Life must be lived fully and wholeheartedly. Happiness is not about money and resources. Happiness comes from connecting with people. Treating everyone as special and with warmth and closeness. Every situation, every event, however stressful and severe, has the potential of becoming memorable ___ with fondness and love. 

Rah e yaar hum nay qadam qadam tujhe yaadgar bana diya


PS-1:

Rauf Mamoo once told us of his experience at Chawinda battlefied in the 1965 India-Pakistan war, where he was an OP and had to be in the no-man’s land between the two armies for 2-3 days straight as the backups were unable to turn up to replace him as there was intense fighting going on and continuous heavy tank shelling or may be they were probably martyred. His job was to spot the enemy tanks and direct the fire of tanks and the air crafts to appropriate targets using the wireless codes. This he went on to do without any support continuously while hidden in the middle of the two warring tank armies in some bush/tree cover while the shells continued to fly over him to targets in one or the other army. Eventually, when there came a lull in the fighting and he was relieved after the grueling and taxing two-three days, and he finally got chance to retreat back to the camp and rest. He put on the mosquito nets and went to sleep besides some other army men. He was so tired that  fell like a log and slept as if unconscious. He slept so soundly that even the resumption of artillery fire could not wake him. When he eventually woke up he found to his amazement and wonder that his net had been blown away by enemy fire, there was mud cover all over the place, the camp had been blown away, the soldiers sleeping along side him had been blown away, and miraculously he had not had even a single scratch. rahay naam Allah ka.

Biography

Civilian Experience

  • Aug’94 May’95 Director. SOS Village, Karachi.

  • May’89-Sep’93 Sores Officer,  Fauji Sugar Mills and General Secretary,  Board of Management, Model School, Fauji Foundation, Tando Mohd. Khan.

  • Nov’83-May’89      Field Officer, Fauji Foundation Cottage Industries Training Centre, Hyderabad

  • Jun’80-Oct’83 Managing Partner, Al-Hadeed Iron re-Rolling Mills, Hyderabad.

Pakistan Army Experience 

Served Pakistan Army for 23 years  from 1958   80 associated with Artillery Arm.
  • 1979 80 Station Staff Officer, Station Headquarter, Hyderabad.

  • !977 79 General Staff Officer, Women Guards and General Staff Officer -1, National Cadet Core.

  • 1974 77 Deputy Adjutant Assistant & Quarter Master General, H.Q Division Artillery. 

  • 1972-73 Second-In-Command,  Artillery Regiment.

  • 1969-72 President’s  Portugal Cell, Provost Cover Officer, Officer Commanding, Military Police Unit.
  • 1964-69 Battery Commander, Artillery Regiment.

Professional Achievements

* Tamgha-e-Jang 1965 War
* Tamgha-e-Harb 1965 War
* Tamgha-e-Jang 1971 War
* Tamgha-e-Wiladat Quaid-e-Azam 1977

A 1955 CV of Rauf Mamoo: 

    https://irfanhyder.com/2020/10/social-history-archival-project-of

    APPLICATION FORM

    1)     
    Name of the Applicant:                          Sayed
    Shah Mohd Ismail Faridi Husami.

    2)     
    Father’s Name:                                         Sayed
    Shah Mohd. Ibrahim Hasami (Late)

    3)     
    Date of Birth:                                             6th
    August 1933

    4)     
    Place of Birth:                                            Dharni.
    (C.P.& Berar)

    5)     
    Subject:                                       Request
    for employment as Assistant Master.

     (1)
    Qualifications:-

    1)     
    Arts Graduate with Subjects: (1) English (2) Urdu (3) Economies (4)
    Persian.

    2)     
    Extra Qualification of C.D.G.I. i.e. Civil Defense General Instructor, qualified
    as a Sind Govt’s nominee.

    3)     
    Trained at Hyderabad (Dn.) as a Physical Instructor.

    4)     
    A born and qualified scout.

    (2)  Experience:-

    1)     
    Worked as Assistant Master in St: Bonaventure’s High School, which is a
    Convent English School Estt. By Christian American Mission at Hyderabad.

    2)     
    Worked in Memon Anjuman High School Hyderabad as Asst. Master.

    3)     
    Has gained experience of K.G. Montessori and the Beacon as well as present
    system of education’s experience very well.

    (3) Hobbies:-

    (1) Riding                  (2) Big game shooting                  (3)
    Swimming

     (4) Photography    (5) Camping                         (6)
    Writing.

    (4) Other Activities of College Career:-

    (a) Sports:

    Participated in:

    • High Jump
    • Long Jump
    • Hopp Step & Jump
    • 800 mts. Race.
    • 400 mts.race.
    • Sack race.

    (B)       Games:

                Hockey

    1)     
    A constant member of college eleven.

    2)     
    Constantly selected member of University Eleven

    3)     
    Captained college Team for two years.

    4)     
    Represented in District’s 1st Eleven.

    5)     
    Color Holder of this game.

    Foot Ball:

    1)     
    Constantly selected member of College Eleven.

    2)     
    Constantly selected member of University Eleven.

    3)     
    Selected as District Eleven’s member.

    4)     
    A color holder of this game.

    Volley Ball:

    1)     
    A constant member of the College Tea.

    2)     
    A constant member of the University team.

    3)     
    Captained University team in intervarsities.

    4)     
    A color holder of this game.

    Badminton:

    1)     
    No.1 of the College.

    2)     
    Prize winner in all Pakistan open tournaments at Hyderabad
    Telecommunication Tournaments.

    Cricket:-

    1)     
    A member of the college eleven.

    C. Debates and Dramas:-

    1)     
    Selected to represent College in Urdu Debates.

    2)     
    Selected as the Director of the Dramatic Board of College.

    3)     
    Staged a Drama “Ladley Nawab” in Govt.High School, Hyderabad which was
    highly appreciated by the Audience having presented new angles and highlights
    of the present time.

    (D) MANAGEMENT:

    1)     
    Always selected as one of the Board of Manager for College Functions.

    2)     
    Inter Dominion Music Conference arranged by the applicant.

    fdsfs

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    Comments

    1. Great account of a great man.

    2. no one these days have the time and patience and care to make everyone around them feel special like Rauf mamoo did. He made everyone feel that they were his favorite.

    3. There should be other like him too. Just need to search and appreciate them while they are here.

    4. yes you right. we have also stopped meeting people in person. maybe someone is out there waiting for us to visit them. thanks for reminding. 🙂

    5. Silah e rahmi: Need to continue meeting relatives the way we used to meet them earlier.

    6. We all now wait for others. Each one waiting for other.

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