After ten o'clock in the afternoon, taking a bath, Divakar stood in front of the kitchen and called out, "Thakuramshai go!" Grow rice quickly, it's big time.
Clown on the side. Mamato elder sister Maheshwari came out at the sound of his voice and said, O Dibu, I am waiting for you, grandfather! Once you go upstairs, heal the Thakur Pujo. All is well, brother Lakshmi go to me.
Maheshwari is the eldest daughter and housewife of the house. She became a widow four years ago and came to her father's house.
Divakar was stunned. He was silent for a while and said, I can't. My first hour of college would still be wasted if that happened.
Maheshwari laughed and said, your first hour will be wasted Thakurpujo Ray!
Divakar asked, where is Bhattachayyamshai? What happened to him?
Maheshwari said, he sat next to his father. What is the address of the time you will get up?
Divakar said, tell Mejda Didi; Today his cache is closed.
Maheshwari said, the body has not been good since the time of Dhiren. He will not bathe - how to worship?
But tell the little one. He went to court after that twelve, he is still too late.
Maheshwari was annoyed and said that he had no address for the argument. Upin went to see the theater last night, has not yet woken up. So many times I don't wash my face or drink tea. Is his body good at night? Apart from that, does he ever worship that he will go to worship today?
Meanwhile, Bamunthakur is shouting with rice. Divakar said, "My first hour is wasted almost every day due to an interruption in some work. How can I take the test?"
Maheshwari was getting angry, he said, even if he doesn't pass the test, he can't go, if he doesn't worship Thakurpur. I don't have time to stand and argue with you — I have more work to do.
Bamunthakur shouted, "Dibababu, I am standing with rice, don't come soon."
Maheshwari scolded him, you have no wisdom, Thakur! I am sending him to worship — you are shouting. Pick up the rice and come back after worshiping, he said and re-entered the pantry.
Divakar paused for a moment and slowly walked upstairs. The puja was ready there. Narayan-shila is established in the house. A priest is appointed for his daily worship. He stays at home. Like Karta Shivprasad, he also has a tendency to play dice. Shivprasad has been living in his western house with a pension for some time. After drinking tea in the morning, the priest is called. ‘Bhuto, call Bhatchayyimshay once. Let's sit in the color one day. 'After two days in the afternoon, the priest is not allowed to worship. In the past, Maheshwari used to send servants for worship, but even if he got up, he would not get up again. Lately, his father's body is not good, but he is inclined to play and Maheshwari doesn't call the priest because he thinks he is good.
Divakar had no habit of drinking tea in the morning and had no vacation. Every morning he had to go to the market with his servant. Today, after returning from the market, he came to eat rice after completing his daily activities.
Divakar went to worship, but sat on the seat and began to think, this is the happiness of the next house! Although he has been in this next house since he became well acquainted with it, and he has become accustomed to many sorrows, but the thing that does not die in any sorrow মানুষের the hope of the future — hit him and raised his head from inside his chest. Anger was burning all over his body, he knocked Thakur down from the throne, knocked him down and threw him on the copper pot, and without water, poured water on his body and lifted him up. His handiwork, such as giving flowers, decorating basil leaves, ringing bells, etc., became a habit, but his tongue did not recite a single mantra in the heat of hatred.
When he got up after the puja joke, it seemed that the puja was not done at all and he was hesitant whether to sit back or not, but at the same time he remembered that his first hour of college was coming to an end. And without looking anywhere, he hurried down the stairs. Going straight out, Maheshwari saw the clown and called out, "Have you eaten?"
No, there is no time.
Maheshwari said, but come back from college a little early in the morning — and Bamunthakur, everything should be fine for Dibababu.
Divakar left without answering. Tears welled up in his eyes as he returned to the small room outside.
The roar of dice was still heard from the front living room. Suddenly hearing the sound near the door, Divakar looked back and saw that Ji was standing. He quickly wiped his eyes on the sleeve of his shirt and asked, what?
Ji said, the little girl called once.
Going, you go.
When Ji left, Divakar hesitated for a moment, looking for the small timepiece, left the books in his left hand on the table, wiped his eyes once more with the sleeve of his shirt and went back inside.
Surabala was waiting in front of her house after calling Divakar. Divakar came and said, what?
Surabala did not speak openly, but in secret. Pulling his head cloth a little more, he said, Come home once; He entered the room and showed me the seat-leaf on the floor, a bowl of milk and two or four messages in the rekabi.
Divakar sat down to eat without saying a word.
His younger grandfather Upendranath was still asleep on the bed in the distance.
Surabala was cleaning the dining place, startled and asked, are you awake?
Hour-two. Can people sleep until eleven?
Surabala laughed and said, you can do everything. Otherwise, people can fall up to eleven?
Upendra said, not everyone can, but I can. Because of that, I don't see good things in the world like lying down. Whatever he is, Divakar
Surabala said, Thakurpo was going to college without being angry, so I sent for him!
The reason?
Surabala said, anger is really. He has no time to study in the morning, he has to go to the market, come back and worship Thakur. One day it is eleven or twelve o'clock. I see the ball, when he eats, when he goes to read?
I don't understand. Bhattachayyamsaya fever or not?
Surabala said, why there will be fever? Sitting next to the father and what is his crime? He can't say no if his father calls him.
Upendra said, he can't do that, but before he didn't go to the market in the morning with his servant?
Surabala said, he had just gone through some hobbies. If not, you have to go along with Thakurpo.
Hmmm, as soon as Upendra tried to turn around, Surabala said in fear, what to do, turn around again!
Upendra fell silent for another minute or five, got up, and went out in silence.
There was no Thakur Puja that day, thinking about this, Divakar walked slowly to the college with an unhappy face. All the things that had just happened at home, the discussion was different. Thakur was not worshiped. He did not neglect this task in spite of many difficulties for a long time, he never thought of doing it. Especially because of this he began to feel pain remembering today. Though the mind was repeatedly comforted by the argument that God is not confined to one place, so even if he does not enjoy in one place, he is united elsewhere; Yet the fact that their starving house-god, deprived of his daily worship and enjoyment, sat on the throne with an angry face, did not want the fear of his revenge to leave his mind.
When he went to college, he heard that the first hour of class was not sitting because of the professor's illness. Divakar was happy to hear that. As the exam is approaching, the students have kept the clerk of the college busy to calculate the attendance. Today, when other students were trying to go to the office for that purpose, Divakar also got ready. But as soon as he remembered not to worship Thakur in front of the office, he stopped.
One asked, standing that?
Divakar replied briefly, stay today!
Why not, come on, let's see today.
No, he said and went back. He had enough doubts in his mind about his presence, but he did not have the courage to resolve those doubts today.
Although he did not come to eat, he was not in a hurry to return home. There was no hunger today for various reasons. After the holiday, he came to the gate of the college and saw that their b. A. The group of students in the class stood at a distance arguing, Divakar turned his face away and walked towards the path that had fallen into the Ganges. The broken ghats are lying like the skeletons of the dead. One day it had a body, it had a form, it had a soul, it was a pile of bricks in places, it says nothing more. When, who tied, who came and sat, who bathed, there is no evidence anywhere. The cold Ganges Tahari flows into the sea in a continuous stream with one end. The sheaf of barley is lifting its head above the silt on the bank and taking in the heat of the sun and the wind of the Ganges. Tahari came and stood at Divakar Ghat through a narrow sandy path on one side. On one side he put his shoes open on a small piece of brick, and he opened the piranha and pressed the heavy binding books. After that he went down into the water, washed his hands and face, and sprinkled Ganga water on his head, remembering the starving house deity. When he stood up after reciting all the mantras carefully and floating in the Ganges, the weight of his heart became very light. It was a little late when he left, wearing clothes, shoes, and books. Hindustani women were still sitting on the side of the ghat and rubbing the ornaments on their heads.
Nice story