शुक्रवार, 22 दिसंबर 2017

The real asset


The real asset

It was an affluent family of the locality. It had lot of agricultural land. I had mango plants spread over several acres. The rooms were packed with mango fruits during the season.   

I was the only child of our parents. I was a welcome child. There were celebrations all-round at the time of my birth. I was liked a lot by me parents and grandparents.

Gradually I grew up. I was very smart and active boy. I was doing well at my studies. I had interest in sports as well. I used to call several children of my age group from my neighbourhood daily in the evening for this purpose. Gradually more and more children joined us. We had wonderful time at the playground. However, my father was not happy with my interest in sports as he wanted me to excel in studies. According to him sports could have caused distraction. But I was not convinced. Sometimes I even quarrelled with him on this issue.

 One day a Swamiji(saint) came to my village. He used to deliver lecture on spirituality. His narrations were quite meaningful. Lot of locals used to attend to his discourses. I, too, developed interest in him. I starting following him. He, too, liked me. He would tell me not to ignore my studies and to care for my aging parents. But I was crazy. I kept following him. In the process I would not care for even my foods and other daily requirements.

This made our parents worried. They married me with a beautiful girl. I was not interested in marrying so early but could not say no to our parents and ultimately married. I was just 20 years old at that time. My wife was educated and beautiful. She came from a respected family. Soon I had a child. The boy was very handsome and we both were quite happy. My parents, too, were very much satisfied.

One day while I was returning after listening to a discourse of the Swamiji, I heard lot of noise on the roadside. Some villagers were quarrelling among themselves over some petty issues. They were abusing each other. After sometimes they started beating each other. My father tried to stop them. Unfortunately, he was hit by a lathi and collapsed. Blood started oozing out of his head. He was rushed to the hospital but it was far away. Lot of blood loss resulted in cardiac arrest. On reaching there, he was declared brought dead.

Untimely death of my father left me clueless. I being the eldest son of the family had to shoulder the family burden. I was, too, young and had little understanding of the village politics. The murder of my father had further increased animosities among the villagers. The police filled criminal case against the persons involved in the murder of my father. It was a fact that he was injured by chance but the injury was quite fatal and took away his life.

The death of my father and consequential increase in my family responsibility disturbed me, too, much. It had adverse impact on my studies as well. I could not do well in the University Examination that year. My entire family were having tough time.

Despite the fact that I was the lone male member in the family, I used to be out most of the time listening discourses of the Swamiji. I would forget everything. My interest in the family started receding. I used to be out most of the time. I was taking more and more interest in religious affairs This worried my family. They tried their best to persuade me to take interest in family affairs but I was unable to change.

One day I left my family. I became follower of the Swamiji and started living with him in his Ashram I took the life of mendicant. I moved from place to place and spent several years that way. In the meantime, my family suffered. My only child always missed me.

Lot many persons used to come to the temple. The daily routine was very harsh. I used to get up at 4AM in the morning. Then spent time in meditation followed by listening bhajans and kirtans. Sometimes I used to talk about my family with the Swamiji. The Swamiji knew my family and inspired to bring my wife and the only child to live in the temple complex which had all the facilities including a school In fact, many other families were already living there.

As desired by Swamiji I called for my wife, and the lone child. She immediately came. I was happy to meet my wife after such a long gap. We had a very happy time for a few days. But like all good things that do not last for long, our good time, too, ended soon. The Swamiji advised me to concentrate on prayers and temple work. According to him giving, too, much time to the family was not in my interest as this would only grow worldly attachments which were all false and need to be discarded for achieving the larger goal of deliverance.

Soon thereafter arrangements were made for our stay separately in different blocks. That followed restrictions on our meeting. My only son was kept with my wife. Initially we could have met once a week, that, too, in presence of some lady disciples of Swamiji. But this period went on increasing with lapse of time and ultimately our meeting was totally stopped.

I was following his directions blindly as questioning or even applying mind on the directions of the Swamiji was not allowed. This tantamounted to deviation from the spiritual path.

Many persons had been living separately from their family, so I was not much worried about the development rather I had the consolation that my family is having good time. After a few months of stay in the temple, my wife, too, got anointed and became an ardent follower of Swamiji. She was a great scholar of Sanskrit and had faith in religion.

Swamiji was very happy with my wife as she was progressing very fast on the spiritual path. Soon arrangements were made for separate stay of my child. He was moved to the boys hostel.

Thus, all the three family members were separated from one another. This was done because we had to achieve deliverance from the worldly affairs. We had to realise that the world was illusion and only Swamiji could have led us to the Truth.

Swamiji was very intelligent person and had solution for everything. He would repeatedly advice his followers to forget the world. According to him everything on the earth was an illusion and had no permanent existence. It is changing every moment. So, one need not run after them. They are bound to vanish and cannot give real happiness.

 I accepted every advice of Swamiji but I was unable to forget my son with whom I was very much attached. it was becoming increasingly difficult to forget him. I often talked about this to Swamiji. That followed stricter dose of meditation and lecturing.

Sometimes I would see my wife moving here and there in the temple complex. I would stop for a while but my mind would at once go back to the words of Swamiji: This world is illusion. Forget it”

But my wife would not even for a while look at me. She had completely immersed herself in the temple activities. She had grown faster than me and was given high position among the lady disciples.

One day the police cracked on the temple complex. Swamiji was informed immediately about this. But nobody was able to stop the police from entering the temple complex which was like a fort as they had orders from the court to make a detailed search for an inmate who was missing for last several months. The parents of the missing girl had tried to contact Swamiji several times but was unable to meet him. He could not give any satisfactory answer about the sudden disappearance of the girl inmate who was studying in the residential school inside the temple complex.

Several incriminating documents, videos CDs and computer Laptops were seized by the police. Based on the investigation and proofs unearthed by the police, there was a strong case made out against the Swamiji about his involvement not only in disappearance of the girl rather in several criminal activities including money laundering. In fact, Swamiji was a great instrument in converting black money into white for which he used to charge heavely.

 Leaders of various political parties had developed close association with Swmiji They used to gather in his Ashram from time to time. These activities never surfaced mainly because it was considered to be part of the religious activities and Swamiji had developed very high reputation as a religious person.

TV channels were flooded with the news of the police raid on the temple complex and the possible involvement of Swamiji in criminal activities. Several clinching evidences against Swamiji were in possession of the police. Although some influential persons tried to hush up the matter but that could not materialise because the court had taken a very strong view in the matter and was monitoring day to day progress for the case. Ultimately Swamiji was arrested.

Once Swamiji was arrested, several persons came out with similar stories. Inmates had started deserting the temple. The goons hired by Swamiji tried to stop them but the local administration came to their rescue.

I heard about these developments through a newspaper report. Initially I could not believe it. But I was surprised to see flood of news reports against Swamiji on TV channels.

There was lot of hue and cry within the temple complex. Everybody was trying to get out of it along with their nears and dears. Some of them were unable to locate their family members who were residing separately in the temple complex. I was too much worried to see all this and started searching for my wife and the only son. Luckily, they were safe. I decided to leave the temple complex at once. I did not have money even for the travel from the temple to my village. I was helped by an inmate. He came from a nearby place and had developed affinity for me.

I left the place with my family. Next day, I reached my village home. It was locked for a very long time. My villagers came running and helped me a lot to settle down once again in my village.

I am now living happy and peaceful life with my wife and child. I have learnt a lot from the past mistakes. I have developed real understanding of life. Any talk of Spirituality without character is only a fraud. Peace of mind is the real asset of life. Any achievement without it is meaningless and can bring only trouble. I often used to think about the duplicate life of persons like Swamiji who were cheating everybody in the name of religion.
























शनिवार, 16 दिसंबर 2017

Escape from the gallows



Escape from the gallows

I am now 85. The village boys and girls call me the storyteller. They would gather around me every evening and insist for storytelling. I too was happy as it gave me inner peace.  It continued for long. One day they asked me to tell the story of my own life. I agreed. The incidents of the past at once flashed before my eyes.

I was travelling from Patna to Delhi along with my mother It was a crowded sleeper compartment. There were many passengers without reservation. Naturally, those with the confirmed tickets were finding tough to get their births. Even those who got it were having so many persons around. I tried my best to protect my birth from encroachment but ultimately had to give in. A police man with gun in his hand sat near my head. I gazed at him but could not do anything. After a while I saw an army man sitting near my feet, so my quota was full.

The train as usual was late. The crowd inside the train was getting restive. Essential requirements like water, refreshments were becoming unavailable. The passengers had blocked the toilets and the corridor making life miserable with every passing moment. The passengers were unable to move even when their destination arrived. That used to be followed by lot of hue and cry. The stranded passengers would pull the chain of the train to stop its movement so that they could get down.

Somehow the train reached Mugalsarai station. Huge crowd were waiting on the railway platform to get into the train which already was overcrowded. Not finding any space some of the passengers moved to the roof of the compartment. There were repeated announcements by the railway authorities requesting the passengers to come down but nothing was happening. The train remained static on the platform for more than an hour. There was huge contingent of the police force on the platform to clear the rush but that was not effective. The train could not move ahead.

Suddenly there was huge sound followed by exodus of the passengers. The train started burning. Many passengers sitting on the roof of the train jumped. Persons waiting on the platform ran away. Nobody was knowing as to what had happened. Soon the platform was packed with injured persons. The train was burning non-stop. Many passengers were left burning inside the train. The actual numbers of the dead were beyond anybody’s guess.

TV channels started flashing breaking news about the accident. Every channel had its own version. VIP’s starting making comments expressing sympathy with the dead and the injured. But assistance to the injured arrived quite late. Many injured persons died of over bleeding.

A VIP had come to inspect the sight of the accident. The platform was cornered by the police force. An old lady with an injured hand was repeatedly crying. She was unable to locate his 10-year-old son who was travelling with her but there was hardly anybody to listen. The VIP was busy taking rounds on the platform, giving instructions. But the old lady kept crying. She was thrown out ruthlessly as she had crossed the VIP security cordon.

 The lost child was none but me.  That is how I was separated from my grand mother while travelling in the crowded train. Luckily, I had no injury. I was totally safe but the incident made me speechless. I could not say anything. I could not react at all. There was confusion all-round.

I kept moving here and there on the railway platform for the whole day. I tried my best to locate my mother. But she was traceless. I wanted to return to my village but I did not have any idea of the return route. I also did not have money to buy tickets. So, I kept wandering here and there. In the meantime, a few persons dressed like army men saw me wandering. They took me along in a car. They gave me something to eat following which I became unconscious. I got up only to find myself in a forest.

There I saw many persons dressed in army suite and equipped with arms and ammunitions. They used to talk among themselves in the local language. They treated me well. I was given good diet to eat. They also gave me necessary clothes and deputed three armed men to guard me day and night.

After two three days I found another boy of my age being brought by same group of persons. However, he was not allowed to meet me. Gradually I saw many such boys who were all kept in separate cells in the forest. I was scared to see the plight of the children who were brought to the forest by these persons and kept confined. The dacoits started training me along with other children. I learnt so many things necessary to carry out robbery. After a few years we were taken out along with the gang and given small tasks. My role in the gang increased with the lapse of time. I used to accompany the gang leader as his most trusted man. I carried several dangerous missions which included bank robbery etc.

13 years have passed away since then. I am a dreaded dacoit. The government has notified reward of twenty lacs over my head. But nobody could catch me so far. In between the gang leader died during an encounter with the police. I was the unanimous choice to take over as the gang leader.

One day while travelling along the road I saw a beautiful girl moving on the road. She belonged to a moderate family of local farmers and did not have much idea about the worldly affairs. She was simple, attractive and talkative. Her body features were remarkable. All this made her an ideal choice for me.

I developed liking for the girl. I followed till her home located in a nearby village, arrived. I gazed at her again and again and returned. I kept visiting her place secretly. She told me that she was Ragini the only daughter of her father who was a Judicial Officer in the nearby court.  She developed some affinity towards me with the lapse of time but was scared to learn that I was a robber. I told her the story of my life. She was pained to know that I had been pushed into this life only by circumstances. She wanted me to get out of the present life but that was not easy. I could have been killed by other members of the gang even when they had the faintest idea of my leaving them. Even if I leave the gang the police would have arrested me or even killed me in a fake encounter. I told her about the situation but she would not buzz.

I myself was not happy with my life. I was further motivated by the girl to change and return to the mainstream. Her sweet words had left lasting impact upon me. I always used to think about her. I continued to meet her from time to time. I wanted to give up the life of robber and to return to the mainstream but that was not an easy choice. The police had registered so many criminal cases against me and my gang members. Surrendering to the police too was a complicated affair. I was not the lone person involved in the gang. I had approached the police through some trusted interlocutor but they wanted the entire gang to surrender which was a difficult proposition. Besides they wanted hefty money as well. Many of my gang members were not interested in surrendering. This situation kept me perplexed.

One day while I was returning from a nearby place I saw an old lady sitting near a temple. A police constable was standing nearby so I could not move further. But I kept looking at her again and again as she resembled my mother. I kept waiting till the police went out of sight. I came near the old lady and was immensely surprised to find that she actually was my mother who was lost in the melee that followed the train accident. I was separated from her unceremoniously and was brought me to the present situation.

I started shouting, Mother, Mother. She recognized my voice and stood up. It was a wonderful scene as she kept weeping out of joy derived from the happy reunion with me after such a long gap. For a moment I forgot everything. I also forgot that that I was a dreaded robber whom police were searching day and night. People started gathering around so I wanted to leave the place along with my mother. I had moved just a few steps when some police personnel arrived there.

The police ran after me. I could not run fast as I had to carry my mother along. I was scared and trembling as I was more concerned about the safety of my mother.  After a while they started firing indiscriminately. A bullet injured my right leg and I fell down.  I become unconscious. I do not remember what transpired thereafter. I got up next day only to find myself in a hospital with the police around. I immediately enquired about my mother but nobody could give any clue.

Because she was the mother of the dreaded robber, the police caught my mother also while she was lying half dead on the road near the temple. She was, however, remanded to the senior citizen home by the court as she was innocent and the police had no ground for keeping her in their confinement. I kept enquiring about my mother from the police but they did not tell me anything rather they would rebuke me and shouted at me harshly

Next day I was the headline of many morning newspapers. They had printed the news with catchy headlines. I was shown lying wounded in the hospital. The news was also being telecast on television channels as breaking news. Many people were talking about me and bravery of the police.

  Hardly anybody was willing to hear my story of life. Hardly anybody had interest in learning that I was only a victim of circumstances and that whatever had happened was done by me under compulsion. But Ragini   was too much disappointed to know all this. The judge was her father. The girl told her father about story of my life. He was really disappointed to hear my pathetic story.

I was not getting even a lawyer to place my version in the court. In that situation the Honourable judge ordered appointment of an advocate to present my case in the court. The advocate presenting my case agreed to fight my case even without charging anything. I had a strong case in as much I was only a victim of circumstances but I was an accused with sever criminal charges. As the matter proceeded in the court, the prosecution could not bring about any clinching evidence against me rather they were basing their accusations all on hearsay and imaginary gossips. The judge asked so many clarificatory questions during the argument from the public prosecutor but he could not satisfy him. After hearing the matter for about a year the judge ordered my release from all charges mainly because the police could not produce any iota of evidence of my involvement.

My escape from the gallows was only a miracle. Only God could have done this[p1] . So, I decided to spend rest of my life serving the poor and orphaned of my village. I brought back my mother from the senior citizen home and devoted my entire time and energy in serving her. My mother was very happy to see me back. We had a happy and peaceful time in our simple village home.

Ragini had played a major role in my life. It was because of her help that I could get justice. I had lot of respect for her. Ragini kept enquiring about me. On hearing that I have settled in my village home and was living with my old mother she came to my village home. She was very happy to see me .

One day she was coming to see me. Her car met with an accident near the village. I heard about it. Before I could have done anything Ragini was dead on the spot. Her body was too much mutilated and difficult to be identified. But I immediately recognised her from the car which she was travelling. I was too much heart by this incident. Ragini had done a lot for me. I wanted to repay but she did not give me a chance. Everything finished unceremoniously. Unable to bear with this unprecedented loss I became speechless. I kept gazing at the sky. I could not say anything to anybody.

I spent some time in despondency. Mother was only consolation but she, too, was not keeping well. Her condition was deteriorating fast. She could not survive long and left me all alone. Thereafter I used to spend my time at the village temple. Years have passed since then. I keep gazing at the sky for solace…………













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गुरुवार, 7 दिसंबर 2017

An unknown destination


An unknown destination



I was just 9 years old. I had just returned from my school. Many boys and girls from my village were playing cricket. I also joined them. After sometime children started quarrelling over some issue. I attacked a boy with the cricket stick. He got injured. Blood started oozing out from his forehead. This followed lot of hue and cry. I was scared and ran away from the scene.

I kept running as I felt as if some people are following me. After a while I was, too, much tired. I did not had energy left to move even an inch further. It was a railway platform and a train going to Kolkata had reached there. I managed just to get into it and slept.

Next day when I got up, I found myself surrounded by lot of Bengali speaking people. I could not speak anything as I did not know Bengali. I just kept watching. In fact, co-travellers had helped me to get out of the train when it reached Howrah junction. They were trying to locate my destination which in fact was none.

One of the travellers named Shrikant, offered to take me along. I had no option. I came out of the platform along with him. Shrikant was a known business man of Kolkata. He owned several shops in the city.  He had many servants working at his household. His family was small, comprising only his wife and a daughter.

As I was just 9 years old, they were finding it difficult to provide suitable work for me. The language, too, was a barrier in my rehabilitation. However, they continued to bear with me. I was unable to speak for a few days So, Shrikant asked one of his staff to teach me basic Bengali. I started learning it gradually. I started understanding Bengali in a couple of months. I could now speak a few words which made my mixing with the family of Shrikant convenient.

Shrikant had only one daughter aged 12. Her name was Shrishti. She was handsome. She had great interest in singing but was, too, much talkative and did not like her studies. So, her academic performance in the school was hardly good.

Gradually I was given simple tasks which included helping the only daughter of Shrikant. Gradually she developed affection for me and started paying personal attention for my daily requirements. That made my life sustainable.

Shrishti used to call me Ramu. She would engage me in lengthy talks. I liked this also because it gave me an escape from boredom. But Shrikant was worried due to her poor academic performance. As my association with Shrishti was growing with time, Shrikant shifted me to his factory where other workers were residing. Shrishti did not like this and made lot of arguments with his father and requested him to bring me back in the family residence. Shrikant agreed with the condition that she would take interest in her studies and will not fritter away her time in gossiping.

Shrishti was happy to see me back in the family house. She continued gossiping and playing. She will hardly study. This annoyed her father. He would now take me to the factory along with him where I used to stay whole day. I used to help Shrikant in his office work. However, I felt absence of Shrishti very much. I used to wait for evening when I would return to the  family home of Shrikant. On seeing me back Shrishti also used to be happy. She would gossip with me endlessly.

As the school performance of Shrishti was deteriorating, Shrikant put her in the school hostel. I was permanently shifted to the factory sight where the labourers were my next-door neighbours. I had no choice. I started passing my time with them.

One day there was lot of fight among the labourers. I was, too, much scared at the sight of the police which had just arrived. I thought they have come from my village and are following me. So, I ran away from that place.

I stopped only to find myself in a tricky situation. I could not find anybody around. It was a vacant land near a temple. I was too much hungry. After a while I saw an old couple going to the temple. On seeing me all alone they stopped. They enquired about me. I could only say that I was hungry and needed something to eat urgently. They were kind people. They gave me food to eat and also some money and went away.

I gathered some strength and went up to the temple. I stood there for a while. People used to come, pray God, and go out but nobody had time to listen to me. Finding no other solution, I used to stand near the temple every day .I used to spend night on the nearby road.

One day a mendicant came to the temple. He saw me standing on the temple gate. I do not know what attracted him. He immediately called me by name and started asking so many questions. I could barely say a few words in Bengali. He was a kind man and took me along.

From that date my daily routine changed. The mendicant will make me get up early morning. I used to complete my daily chorus followed by prayer to God. Everybody in the Ashram used to guide me with love and affection. The mendicant was head of the Math and was popularly called as   Swamiji by inmates. He admitted to the nearby Sanskrit school where I started learning. Gradually my interest in learning Sanskrit grew. I started paying full attention to the daily teachings. The environment was so much pious that it transformed my life entirely.

Swamyji used to say that I was a great saint in my past life and died due to an accident near this temple. He would tell a lot about my past life and inspired me to be a mendicant. Gradually I developed affection for Swamiji and got anointed. I became his disciple.

Ten years have passed since then. I continue to serve at the temple. I had acquired good knowledge of scriptures. I often used to deliver lectures on religious topics and had developed respect among the devotees. Swamyji liked me very much. This made my fellow mendicant zealous. They would create scenes against me but Swamiji understood everything. He had often cautioned me against these persons.

One day I got up to know that Swamiji has been killed. I could not believe this. I ran towards his room. His body was lying on the floor. He was actually dead. He was strangulated by someone. Large number of his devotees came to know about this incident and rushed towards the temple. The police arrived after a short while. They took away his dead body for autopsy. They also took away CCTV footage from the temple area.

Nobody was arrested till late evening. Soon there was a breaking news. My name was being flashed as a suspect. Soon thereafter the police arrived at the temple and arrested me and took away in the police van. I was totally nervous and could not say anything. That made them more suspicious. They locked me in the custody room in the police station and kept threatening the whole night. They also used third degree methods. I was absolutely innocent but they would not listen.

Next day I was produced before the Magistrate. The public prosecutor was a lady of my age. She stared towards me again and again. Initially I could not understand this. My dress of a mendicant had confused her but as soon as I opened my mouth, she recognised me and shouted: Ramu,Ramu…?How did this happen? You cannot do all this…. The judge was totally perplexed. He asked her to cool down and to let the court function. The court directed me to be kept in the police custody till next day and was adjourned.

While in the temple I had gathered lot of respect among the devotees. My lectures were heard with pin drop silence. When these devotees heard about the news of my arrest, they could not believe. They started protesting. Shrishthi who was the public prosecutor also did not believe this. She supported the agitators and requested the Government to hand over the matter to the CBI for investigation. The public protest was so strong that the Government had no choice. The case was transferred to the CBI.

The court was informed about the decision of the Government to hand over investigation into this to the CBI.  The court, therefore, adjourned after sending me to the judicial custody for three days.

The CBI moved very fast. It reviewed CCTV footages of the locality. It also questioned some inmates. They were able to locate some inmates entering the room of Swamiji from the CCTV footage. But they had fled away after the incident. The CBI made exhaustive search for them and was able to trace one of the killers. He was disciple of Swamiji and was expected to take over as Head priest after the death of Swamiji but he got annoyed on hearing that Swamiji was thinking to make me the Head priest. It enraged him too much and conspired to kill him.

Other two culprits too were arrested by the CBI. All the three accuseds were produced in the court next day. The judge went through the records produced by the CBI and also heard the public prosecutor. There was not an iota of evidence favouring my involvement in the case. The public prosecutor strongly pleaded my case and requested for my release. The judge agreed, deleted my name from the case and ordered my release. The three accuseds were remanded to the police custody.

Shrishti was jubilant. The court adjourned for the next hearing to be held after a week. I was set free from the jail. Shrishti had come to the jail to receive me. Many followers of Swamiji were also present. At the outset people could not believe that the killer was from inside the temple. He had hired two contract killers to execute the plan.

Shrishti had lot of affection for me. She could not forget me even for a moment since we had separated. She was surprised to see so much change in me. However, she did not like my mendicant rob and wanted to accompany her to her office. I, however, could not agree. I returned to the temple.

 I was immensely sad due to absence of Swamiji .I had no peace of mind. Temple was a place of worship. People come here to pray. They are supposed to sacrifice everything before adopting the life of mendicant. But here, too, I saw them involved in adopting dirty tricks for worldly gains. Great scholar and saint like Swamiji was killed by his own disciple due to material ambitions. This made me sad.

I, therefore left the temple for an unknown destination. I had just moved a few steps. I saw Shrishti shouting from her car. She came out of it and started asking so many questions. I could not understand what to tell her but she was intelligent enough to understand my predicament.

I had left the temple but had no destination. She offered one. She requested me to marry her. I was astonished at this but she will not buzz. She put forth very strong arguments in favour of my leaving the life of mendicant which had so much troubled me.

In the backdrop the radio was playing the music..Sansaar se bhaage firate ho...Bhagawaan ko tum kya paaoge..(You are escaping from the world. How can you see God?....)

It influenced me. The contents of the music were not only soothing but also answered so many questions in my mind. I ultimately agreed. I decided to leave the garb of mendicant. I accompanied Shrishti to her household. She introduced me to her father, Shrikant. He could not believe so much change in me but was actually impressed by my behaviour and knowledge. Shrishti was his only daughter. He could not disagree with her proposal to marry me.

Soon thereafter the entire household started preparing for the marriage.

Lot of preparations were made. The date of marriage came soon. I could not believe the things which I was seeing. Thousands of guests had participated in the function organized by Shrikant and his family. However, there only a few from my side.  I was married with lots of pomp and show. They had also arranged for our travel to London.  Next day we left for the honeymoon…….




बुधवार, 6 दिसंबर 2017

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भोरसँ साँझ धरि ओ टीशनपर प्रतीक्षा करैत रहल। जए बेर गाड़ी अबैक वो सचेष्ट भए जाइत छल। आबय बला लोक सभ दिस टकटकी लगौने रहैत छल। मुदा सभ बेर ओकरा निराशे  होमए लगलैक। अन्तो-अन्त साँझमे ओ थाकल-झमारल गाम लौटल तँ देखलक जे पलटनमाक घरवाली ओ पलटनाक माएमे मचल छलैक।लगैक जेना गंभीर विवाद भए गेलैक अछि। आँगन आयल। मुदा दुनूमे सँ क्यो सुनए लेल तैयार नहि छलैक। मामला बढ़ैत देखि वो गरजल। मुदा बेकार। दुनू मौगी आपसमे एक-दोसरक गड़ा गाटि देबाक निश्चय कए चूकल छल। खवासकेँ नहि रहि भेलैक। ओ उठौलक लाठी आ पलटनमा माएकेँ लगलैक सटाक, सटाक। पलटनमाक माए गरियबैत भागल।

मामला शान्त भेलैक। आइ तीन साँझसँ घरमे क्यो नहि खेने छलैक। पलटनमाक अबाइ छलैक आ तेँ ओ गेल छल टीशन। एमहर पलटनमा घरवाली मालिकक आँगनमे काज कऽ कऽ आयल छलैक। अबैत काल मालकिनी किछु देने छलखिन तकरे बटवारा करैत-करैत सासु-पुतोहुमे विवाद पसरि गेल छलैक।

साल भरिसँ पलटनमा बाहर कमाइ कऽ रहल छलैक। जहियासँ गाम छोड़लकै तहियासँ आइ धरि कोनो खोज-खबरि नहि आयल छलैक। गामक बहुत लोक कलान्तरमे भोज करैत छलैक आ ओहिठामसँ सभ मास क्यो ने क्यो अबिते रहैत छलैक। ओकरे सभसँ पलटनमाक समाचार गाममे पहुँचैत रहैक।

पुबाहि टोलक कए गोटा पछिला मास आयल छलैक आ ओकरा दिया पलटनमा समाद देने रहैक जे आगा मास पुर्णिमा दिन गाम आयत। मुदा नहि अयलैक। एहि बातक अंदेशा रहैक खवासकेँ। टीशनसँ घुरैतकाल ओ बड़ अछता-पछता रहल छलाह। एही गुन-धुनमे गाम आयले छल। खवास कि घरक गरम वातावरणमे आर गरमा गेलाह। पलटनमा माएकेँ तामसपर नीक मारि पड़ि गेल छलैक आ ओ मारि खा कऽ पता नहि कतए निपत्ता भए गेल।

खवासक कतेको पुस्त ओही गाममे गुजर केने छल। मुदा पलटनमा गामक सीमान नांघि देलकै। पलटनमाक एहि काजसँ मालिक सभ बड़ अप्रशन्न भेल रहैक। मुदा ओ ककरो नहि सुनलक। माए जायकाल बड़ कनैत रहैक। मुदा की कऽ सकैत छलैक। पलटनमा कलकत्ता पहुँचते देरी काज शुरू कऽ देलक। आमदनी नीक होइक। मुदा रखबाक लूरि नहि रहैक। संगी-साथी सभ आगत-भागत कए ओकरासँ सभटा पैसा खर्च करा लैक।

एक दिन ओहि मीलमे आन्दोलन भेलैक। मजदूर सभ मालिकक अत्याचारक खिलाफ अवाज उठौलक। ओहि आवाजक पलटनमाक मोनपर बेस प्रतिकृया भेल रहैक। पलटनमा लोककेँ नारा लगबैत देखि चिकरि उठल-

नहीं चलेगी, नहीं चलेगी, यह बैमानी नहीं चलेगी। 

पूरा मीलमे तालाबन्दी भऽ गेलैक। मजदूर सभ मील मालिकक घरक घेरा कए देलक। मीलक मालिक लाख कोशिश केलक मुदा पलटनमा टससँ मस नहि भेलैक। मीलक गेटपर एक सौसँ अधिक मजदूरक संग अनशनपर बैस गेलैक। आन्दोलन तीव्रतर होइत गेलैक। अन्ततोगत्वा पलटनमा गिरफ्तार भए गेल। ओकर संगी सभ सेहो जहल गेल। नारा लगैत रहलैक-

नहीं चलेगी, नहीं चलेगी...।

ई सभ घटना अनायास भए गेल छलैक। पलटनमा तेँ अपन रोजी-रोटीक कमाइमे लागल छल। मुदा ओकर सोनित कहि नहि कियैक एकाएक खौल उठलैक।

पलटनमा जहल गेल मुदा जेना एहि घटनासँ ओकर संस्कारमे अप्रत्याशित परिवर्तन आबि गेल छलैक। गामक दमघुटाउ वो दब्बू वातावरणमे रहैत रहैत ओ मौन सभ प्रकारक प्रतारणा ओ अन्याय सहैत रहल। मुदा एहि घटनासँ जेना ओकर अन्तरात्माक ज्वालामुखी फुटि पड़ल छलैक। ज्वालामुखी जे संघर्षक आगिसँ अन्यायकेँ जरा देबय चाहैत छल।

जाहि दिन ओकरा जयबाक प्रोग्राम छलैक ओहि दिन ओ पकड़ल गेल। जहलमे एकान्तमे ओकरा कहि नहि की की फुराइत रहलैक। खवासक टुटल खोपरी आ चारूकात गामक मालिक सभहक बड़का-बड़का दलान। पण्डितजीक बड़का दलान। दनानक अगवासमे बैसार होइक। साँझक साँझ गामक सभ प्रतिष्ठित व्यक्ति सभ अबैत छलाह आ अपन-अपन विचार व्यक्त करैत छलाह। लहना-तकादाक हिसाव-किताब सेहो ओतहि होइत छलैक।

बुधदिन छलैक गाममे हाट लागल छलैक। पण्डितजीक ओहिठाम बेस बैसार भेल। पूरा गामक लोक जमा भेल छल। खवास ओतए बुधन बाबूक किछु कर्ज छलन्हि। ओही कर्जकेँ सधयबाक हेतु बैसार छलैक। पँच लोकनि ई फैसला केलन्हि जे खवास अपन घराड़ी बुधन बाबूक नामे कऽ देथि आ पलटनमा हुनका ओहिठाम चरबाही करय। कारण जे घराड़ीक मुल्यसँ मात्र मूर सधैत छलैक आ सूरक तरीमे ओ चरवाही करत। एहि निर्णयक संग ओहि दिन बैसार खतम भए गेल।

खवास आँगन पहुँचले हेताह कि पलटनमाक माए देहरियेपर भेटलन्हि आ समाचार पुछि गरजय लागल-

नहि जानि ई वभना सभ की की करत। गे दाइ गे दाइ हमर घराड़ी एकरा सभ नहि देखल जाइत छैक। 

मुदा किछु ने चललैक। दोसर दिन खवास बेनीपट्टी जा कऽ अपन घराड़ी बुधन बाबूक नामे रजिष्ट्री कए देलखिन। रजिष्ट्री घरसँ निकलैत हुनका होन्हि जेना आँखिक डिम्मा क्यो बहार कऽ लेने हो। सगतरि अन्हारे अन्हार।

साँझ पड़ैत-पड़ैत खवास गाम पहुँचल। मुदा एतबेसँ बुधन बाबूक मोन नहि भरलन्हि। पलटनमाकेँ खबरि देमय लगलखिन जे तोरा हमरा ओतय काज करय पड़तौक। हँसि कऽ कर आ कि कानि कऽ कर।

पलटनमाक मोनकेँ ई सभ असहज लगलैक ओ दोसर दिन दुपहर रातिमे चुप्पे-चाप गामसँ पड़ाएल। पलटनमा जहलमे पड़ल-पड़ल ई सभ सोचैत रहल मोन कहैक-

छोड़ पलटनमा ई रास्ता। कमो खो। की राखल छैक फसादमे। आखिर हमरा लोकनिक कै पुस्त तँ एहिना बीति गेल। सभ अपन चैनसँ जिनगी कटलक। फेर ई आफद कियैक।

दोसर मोन कहैक-

नहि, नहि लड़ पलटनमा लड़। संघर्ष केनहिसँ परिवर्तन हेतैक। आखिर अपने लेल लोक नहि जीबैत अछि। भविष्यक हेतु भावी पीढ़ीक हेतु आधारशिला तँ वर्तमाने पीढ़ी तैयार करैत अछि किने।

यैह सभ सोचैत रहय कि जेलर साहेब आबि गेलखिन आ ओकर चिंतन क्रम टुटि गेलैक....।

जेलमे सात दिन बिता चूकल छल पलटनमा। मीलक मालिक मीलमे ताबन्दी कऽ देलक आ संगे मीलमे काज केनिहार नवका कर्मचारी सभकेँ छँटनी सेहो कए देलक। ई सभ समाचार पलटनमाकेँ जेलेमे भेटैत रहैत छलैक।

ओहि दिन रातुक बारह बाजि रहल छलैक। जेलर पहरेदार फोंफ काटि रहल छल। पलटनमा आ ओकर दूटा संगी जेलक चाहरदीवारी फानि गेल। जेलमे खतराक घण्टी बाजए लागल आ चारूकात विजली जरि गेल। मुदा पलटनमा ओ ओकर संगी नदारद। कतहुँ ओकर थाह पता नहि चललैक। पलटनमा दौड़ैत गेल। दौड़ैत गेल आ बहुत दूर एकटा अज्ञात जगहमे जा कऽ अचेत भए गेल। ओकर दुनू संगी ओकर पछोर देने ओतय पहुँचलैक। 

दुपहर दिन छलैक। बारह घन्टा लगातार दौड़ैत रहलाक बाद तीनू गोटे असोथकित भए गेल छल। पलटनमा अचेत छल आ ओकर दुनूटा संगी गमछीसँ ओकरा हवा करैत छलैक।

संघर्ष, संघर्ष, संघर्ष। पलटनमा अपढ़ छल। गरीब छल। मुदा हालतसँ लड़ए चाहैत छल। ओकर सभसँ बड़का अपराध यैह छलैक। गाममे ओकरा सन-सन सैकड़ो मजदूर ओहि हालातसँ गुजरिकए नियतिसँ सामंजस्य कऽ चूकल छल। मुदा ओ नहि सहि सकल। तेँ गाम छोड़ए पड़लैक। शहरमे पुनश्च ओकरा असह भए गेलैक। यातना, शोषण ओ प्रतारणाक खिलाफ नारा लगा देलकैक। मुदा आब कतए जायत! गाम छुटलैक, तँ शहर आयल। शहरसँ पड़ा कऽ जंगल आयल। आब कतए जाय। की करय। खैर अखन तँ ई सभ सोचबाक समय नहि छलैक। चेतनतासँ कष्ट अनुभूति होइत छैक। तकरो अखन ओकरामे अभाव भए गेल छलैक। ओ  अचेत पड़ल छल ।ओकर दुनू संगी ओकरा गमछासँ हवा करैत रहलैक।

दिन लुक-झुक कऽ रहल छलैक। सूर्यास्तक समय करीब छलैक। पलटनमा सुगबुगेलै। पलटनमाक संगी सभ खुशी भेल। कनी-मनी कछमछ कयलाक बाद पलटनमा फुरफुरा कऽ उठि गेल जेना किछु भेबे नहि कयल रहैक।

पलटनमा ओहि राति जंगलेमे बितौलक। चारूकात जंगलक भयानक जानवर सभक आवाज अबैत रहल। भोर  होमए पड़ छलैक। पलटनमा गंभीर चिन्तनमे लीन छल। की गरीबक हार-काठ पाथरक बनल होइत छैक? नहि, तखन ओकरापर जनमिते समाज एहन कठोरतासँ किएक पेश होइत छैक। एक-एक पल जीवनक हेतु संघर्षमे बीत जाइत छैक। की संसारक सौन्दर्यक आनन्द लेबाक ओकरा कोनो अधिकार नहि होइत छैक? जीबाक हेतु प्रयत्न करैत-करैत वो मृत्यु दिश अग्रसर भए जाइत अछि। यैह छिऐक गरीबक जीवनवृत..?

यैह सभ सोच-विचारमे ओ छल कि कनेक दूरपर पुलिसक जीप अबैत ओकरा नजरि अयलैक। एकबेर पुन: पलटनमा अपन संगी सभक संगे भागल।

मील मालिक पलटनमाक पकड़बाक हेतु पुलिसकेँ जेब गरम कए देने छलैक आ पुलिस ओकरा पाछू हाथ धो कऽ पड़ि गेल छल। पलटनमा भागिते जा रहल छल। मुदा जंगलकेँ चारूकातसँ घेर लेल गेल छलैक।

पलटनमा ओ ओकर संगी पकड़ल गेल। पकड़लाक बाद ओकर हाथ पाछू कए बान्हि देल गेलैक ।

थानामे पलटनमाकेँ एकटा घरमे एसगर बन्द कए देल गेलैक। प्रात भेने ओहि घरसँ पलटनमाक लाश निकललैक। कहि नहि राति भरि ओकरा की की यातना देल गेलैक। पलटनमा आब एकटा मुर्दा छल। पोस्टमार्टम रिपोर्टक अनुसार ओकर मृत्यु जंगलमे कोनो जहरीला जानवर द्वारा काटि लेने भेलैक। प्रात:काल अखबारमे छपि गेलैक-

भगोरा कैदीक लाश जंगलसँ आनल गेल।

पलटनमाक बाप ओहि राति बेस पेशोपेशमे सूतल छल। प्रात: काल ओकरा एकटा तार भेटलैक।

पलटनमा जंगलमे जानवरक प्रकोपसँ मरि गेल। लाश लऽ जाउ। 

पलटनमाक बाप सुन्न पड़ि गेल। शून्यतामे ओकर आँखि देखैत रहि गेलैक। पलटनमाक माए एकबेर फेर चिचिआ उठलैक आ तुरन्त शान्त भऽ गेलैक। एक दिस पलटनमाक माए आ दोसर दिस पलटनमाक बाप निस्तब्ध, चुप, चेतना विहीन पड़ल रहल। गामक लोक कनीकाल तमासा देखलक आ अपन-अपन काजमे लागि गेल। क्यो-क्यो कहैत रहैक-

पलटनमा अनेरे फसाद केलक। गाममे एतेक गोटे गुजर करैत अछि, मरि जाइत अछि। गरीबो बहुत अछि मुदा एना उजाहटि तँ ओकरे ने छलैक आ तकर फलो तँ वैह भोगत।


शनिवार, 2 दिसंबर 2017

The lost house


The lost house

My village had a few pucca buildings and many small huts. The owners of the pucca buildings were obviously rich. They owned most of the land of the village. They commanded lot of respect among the locals and were very proud of their status. Why a few people owned most of the land and why most of the villagers tolerated that situation is a matter of research but the fact remained that the villagers had well-adjusted with the situation and had not much to complain. Very few villagers had formal education.

The small village had lot of attractions. It had surroundings full of greeneries. The temples around, although not well maintained, had many visitors. The villagers were mostly believers. Not much of pomp and show but attractive because of simple and straight dealings, they had a busy life. They would get up early morning and go to their lands and remain busy throughout the day.

In so far as livelihood is concerned, there were not much options before them. Either you become a labourer or cultivate your own land. There was indeed school five kilometres away. Many children preferred to avoid it. If forced, they will start for the school and get lost in the long intervening forest. The school was on the other end of the   forest, so the parents would hardly know about this.

Richa was the only child of her parents. She was barely five when her mother died. Her father, Mohan, a labourer, had no formal education but had heard about the school. One-day Ranjan, a social activist, came to the village and inspired the villagers to send their wards to the school and also offered financial help.  They were also informed about the schemes of the Government which would benefit them if they send their wards to the school. Many villagers liked the idea and started sending their wards to the school.

Harakhu, too, heard Ranjan, the activist but was not inspired. Further his economic condition, too, did not favour the idea. His only son, Krishan used to help him earn livelihood. However, Krishan saw other boys and girls from the village going to the school every day. He hardly understood the purpose of children going out every day nor he knew anything about its benefits. However, he was attracted as it would give him an opportunity to get out of the home and to mingle with the fellow boys and girls. So, he requested his father to allow him to join the school.

Harkhu ,however,was not enthusiastic about this proposal for variety of reasons. However, Ranjan heard about this and persuaded him to allow Krishan, his only son, to go to the school. He was told that the boy would get free mid-day meal besides some cash awards, too, may be given by the NGO being run by Ranjan the social activist. Harkhu agreed mainly because of the temptations of getting some cash awards besides freedom from feeding his son during the day time.

That is how Krishan began his daily journey to the school. Richa too, belonged to the same village and used to go to the same school. Gradually they started going together as the timings and destination synchronised. Many other children from neighbouring villages will join them on the way. By the time they approached the school, it used to be a huge crowd of children surging towards the school.

I had chance to get formal education. Perhaps the only graduate from the village, I managed to get the job of teacher in that school. The monthly salary was, too, low but I preferred to work their primarily because it offered a great opportunity to serve the locals. The Headmaster of the school being inspired by my interest in social activities made me in charge of the mid-day meal scheme. Besides, I was also looking after extra-curricular activities and was also imparting yoga training to the students.

What was not acceptable to me was the attitude of Ranjan and his fellow activists. They would try to persuade me to be their associate in stealing money from the funds provided for the mid-day meal. I stoutly opposed the idea. This was not liked by them. Although they pretended to be the well-wishers’ of the villagers but in reality, they were not. There only interest was to gather more and more children in the name of education by alluring the simple villagers and then to make easy money by syphoning off most of the funds provided by the Government for this purpose. To help this, they would provide poor quality foods, show increased numbers of students, even quantum of food provided was, too, meagre to satisfy the hungry students.

One day while I was travelling from my village to the school I overheard Harakhu and Mohan talking about  the poor quality of the mid-day meal being provided to their children. They were also disappointed about not getting any cash rewards as promised earlier although they were provided with the pass book issued by a local post office. The pass book had many entries of money coming in and going out but hardly anything went into the pocket of Harkhu or Mohan or for that matter any of the similarly placed persons but they could not understand how to redress their grievances. In fact, they were, too, much afraid of Ranjan and his fellow activists who had hired muscle men to intimidate the passbook holders even on the slightest protest.

I was socked on hearing all this. Not that I did not had the idea of ongoing bungling’s but I could not imagine about the gravity of the situation until I had the chance to be in charge of the scheme in that school. I used to read from the news papers about these things and also heard about involvement of the high ups in the matter but here in the school I was seeing things and hearing about the malpractices from the horse’s mouth.

Being dissatisfied with the poor management of the ongoing mid-day meal schemes the locals led by Harakhu, and Mohan gathered around the school and tried to meet the Headmaster. Gradually the number of protesters started increasing. Many persons from the nearby villages gathered around. Harakhu started speaking about the malpractices. He spoke in local dialect. His language was simple but tough .It was forceful and full of facts. This excited the listners. They started raising slogans. Unfortunately, my name was being taken at the top of the voice. In their view, I too, was an associate of Ranjan and his fellow activists .

While the meeting was in progress, I saw four-five musclemen coming around. immediately after reaching there, they started beating the protesters. On seeing the musclemen heralding Lathis and other dangerous equipment’s, most of the them fled away. Mohan who till then was standing with Harakhu, too, fled away.

The musclemen started beating people recklessly. In a couple of minutes, the whole meeting ground was packed with the injured persons. Hardly anybody was there to attend upon them. Harakhu, too, got injured but was in a position to speak. He tried to contact the local police but none came until Ranjan and his fellow activists arrived. They started blaming me for the entire episode. According to them, I was responsible for the ongoing bungling.

The police arrived only after everything was over. The stage was taken over by Ranjan. Harakhu who had been leading the protest was whisked away by the musclemen in the name of medical treatment and was thrown somewhere in the forest area. Soon thereafter I was arrested by the police on the basis of the FIR lodged by Ranjan. I tried to argue with them about the injustice being meted out to me but there were no takers. I was left alone.

Serious allegations invoking several dangerous provisions of the Indian Penal code were made against me in the FIR lodged by Ranjan. Actually, it was a do or die situation for them as well. If they succumb to the pressure of the locals, their entire bungling’s could have been unearthed. They were involved not only in the mid-day meal schemes bungling’s rather in many other such social schemes where money was pouring in like anything. All they had to do was to maintain their passbooks and manage money being deposited by the Government schemes with the connivance of the local postmaster and the musclemen who would get hefty amount as cut money every month.

While I was in the police custody at the policed station, I saw dead body of a young man being brought there. I was told that It was Harakhu who was injured during attack by the musclemen and was thrown out by them in the forest. He reportedly died of over bleeding. Now the police had a chance to further aggravate my problem by adding an additional section 302 in the charges framed against me.

I tried to contact the Headmaster of the school as he had been showing great sympathy towards me whenever I used to talk about these wrong practices with him and would often say few good words about my work as well but all these were eye wash.in fact, he, too, was hand in glove with them and was perhaps a beneficiary of the loot. He had tried to protect the illegal activities of Ranjan on many occasions.

Next day I was produced before the Magistrate who remanded me to 14 days police custody as the Public Prosecutor was, too, much vociferous about seriousness of the crime committed by me which interalia involved murder of an innocent Harakhu with my connivance. As soon as the Magistrate ordered my police custody I was whisked away from the court room to a nearby police van which was kept ready. I started towards endless journey of torture and harassment at the hands of the police who had been doing everything in their command to strengthen the police case against   me.

 I was suspended from the school because of the criminal case lodged against me. While in the police custody I was subjected to third degree methods to force me to accept the crime which I had never committed. But I had not much option. I signed at the bottom of the blank paper and handed over it to the Police just to escape further harassment. Based on my confessions, the public prosecutor opposed my bail vehemently in the court. The judge agreed with him and sent me to the judicial custody. That is how I landed in the Central Jail.

My case was decided by the Sessions court. Lot of arguments were placed in the court mostly from the side of the prosecutionists. Hardly anybody wanted to tell the court about my side of the story. The judge used to fumble sometimes as he was finding it difficult to believe the prosecution version but the proofs were heavily loaded against me. He, too, had not much option but to pronounce life imprisonment for me on account of murder of Harkhu during the protest march of the villagers.

15 years have passed since I landed in this jail. My behaviour all along was praiseworthy. While in jail I used to teach the inmates. Many of them had acquired formal education with my help. So, jail authorities recommended to the Government to release me before time. The matter was decided favourably and I was released from the jail on the eve of the Independence Day.

I returned to my village just on the Independence Day. Lot of changes had taken place in the village. Many pucca buildings had come up. There was a school just next door. The students there had gathered to celebrate the Independence Day. The tricolour flag was being hoisted. I reached there. Nobody recognised me. I stood silently for a while, saluted the national flag and moved towards my own thatched house in the village. I could not find my house despite best efforts. The house was demolished and the land was occupied unauthorizedly by my close relatives living in the village. I tried to speak to some villagers but none showed any interest. I moved here and there for the whole day. I tried to contact the village heads but the efforts proved futile. I was tired. I could not understand what to do next. I wept for a while and left the village for unknow destination………….

While passing through the forest I saw an old fellow moving around. His face resembled Harakhu. But he had died many years ago. I was punished with the life imprisonment because of his death following fatal injury during the attack by Ranjan and his fellow activists. How can he be there? But his face resembled entirely Harakhu.I gathered Strength and asked him about his identity. He confirmed he was Harakhu. Then he started telling his story. Actually, he had never died. He was alive although he had lot of injuries but Ranjan and his fellow activists had got him declared dead just to implicate me. In fact, he was taken to the hospital by some unknown persons who happened to go through the forest. He recovered miraculously and never returned to his village thereafter.

Harakhu was coming to the village after a long gap. I was immensely surprised by the development. Harakhu took me to the village. There was a great hue and cry. The entire village gathered to see Harakhu alive after such a long gap. Harakhu was given a heroic welcome! Harakhu introduced me to the villagers and told them about conspiracy hatched against me. They were extremely angry with Ranjan and his fellow activists as I had suffered so much without any fault.

 The villagers planned to punish Ranjan and his fellow activists who had done so much harm to me. But he fled away from the village. He was running fast across the forest. It was about 8PM.The forest area was looking dangerous. All of a sudden, he felt as if his legs have been tied by something. He could not understand much before he became unconscious. He was attacked by a cobra. Its venom acted fast. Ranjan died within minutes. His dead body was located by passers next day. The villagers gathered around but none had any sympathy for him. They would whisper:” Justice has been done!”. However, they were full of love and sympathy for me.

Next day the villagers held a meeting and decided to restore me my lost house. They located my land and got a house constructed thereupon in a few days. I was feeling satisfied to get back my lost house and also respect among the villagers. Truth had prevailed albeit after a lot of sacrifice………..But it was, too, late. I kept thinking about the past. I got the lost house but what about many golden years of my life which I had already lost?

 It was Ten PM. I was, too, much tired so I slept. Next morning, I got up totally refreshed. I heard a voice coming from within “You have won, you have prevailed”.