Give & Take Policy

Zamindar Jibananda Chowdhury has entered Chandigarh in just five days, all the villages seem to be on fire due to the injustice and oppression of that time. Nazar's money is also being collected, but it is madness to try to understand what he is doing without working in the zamindar-government.

Taradas Chakraborty refused to appear on the first day as ordered, even standing in the scorching sun for six hours; But he could no longer bear to be offered a boss, a horse race, and a frog dance. Chandimata applied for the annihilation of the zamindar group in Kayman and came home on a promise to pay the money in five days. Today is that day, but he has not been seen since morning.

In the meantime, Mahaprasad has to be provided every day; The fish in the pond, the fruits in the garden, the pumpkins and rice-pumpkins of the zamindar have been dragged away by the zamindars at will. He had endured all these tortures for so long, starting with his father's insults, but in today's incident, all his accumulated anger ignited like an eruption in an instant. The cause of his father's silent disappearance and the burden of its inevitable consequences could no longer be borne by his mind alone today. Thus, when all the mornings and afternoons were rolled by in the afternoon, in the darkness of the night he sat in the two cooks, hoping to return secretly to the fasting father, at which time the temple maid came and described the torture:

The drunken landlord suddenly realizes that he will not eat any forbidden meat, not even useless meat. But goat meat is not tasty or delicious enough. So today the zamindar's man brought a Khasi from Dompara to the temple and asked him to give him Mahaprasad. The priest objected at first, but at the end of the order, he gave the title to him and offered it to the goddess as usual.

As soon as he heard this, he took the sixteen-year-old pot down from the stove and ran towards the temple in a rage, unconscious in both directions. Vishwambhar showed the house from a distance and moved away. They are zamindar's palanquin-behara. Bad breath, red eyes - very disorderly condition. The man who had learned Bengali first asked, "Shala Thakurmoshai is wandering around?" Shala will pay, or will not return!

The sixteen-year-old looked around and saw no one. Lest these arrogant drunken beasts suddenly insulted him, he restrained his fierce anger and said softly, "No, my father is not at home."

Where are you?

I don't know, he said, trying to cross the sixteenth side, the man raised his hand and uttered a very obscene sentence and said, "No, you go." I will put a towel on the ball and pull it out.

This insult made the sixteen-year-old completely self-absorbed, he said with a strong rebuke, Khabardar Balchi. Let's go - I'll see what your drunkenness can do to me. Saying this, he proceeded on his own like a madman without fear of consequences.

On the way I met a couple of acquaintances, but the sixteenth did not flinch. The people of the zamindar are running after him, which means that it is not necessary to explain it to anyone in the village, he is not inclined to spread such a big insult by begging for help from anyone.

Kacharibari was not far away, one acre was in front. As soon as he saw it, he said, I don't know — I don't know anything Sardarji, take me to your lord. He hurried to Shantikunj and hurried inside.

By this time the sixteen-year-old had fully realized the importance of his danger and became apprehensive.

Understanding where to go, he asked, where should I go?

The man pointed to the side of the ring and said, "Let's go."

I have to go to this, but he said, I do not have the money, sir, what will be the benefit of taking me to the lord?

But the beggar, who was called Sardar, did not even go on loan. Just in reply he said in an awkward manner, "Let's go, let's go."

And the sixteenth did not speak. These people have come from migration, they have no idea of ​​his dignity. So for money, for rent, men and women are always accustomed to the arbitrary treatment of little tenants, in which case they will be no exception. No one will come to help you cry in vain. If you are disobedient, maybe you will get stuck in the path. The image of this extreme ugliness of humiliation on the public highway seemed to cover his face and push him towards the front.

On the way, the shepherd boys returned with their cows, the peasants finished their day's work and went home with burdens on their heads — everyone looked on in amazement; The sixteen-year-old did not look at anyone, did not dare to say anything to anyone, only said in his mind, Mother Earth, do not hesitate!

The sun went down, and darkness came. He entered the gate of Shantikunj silently like a machine doll; Thamibar didn't even try to object.

The room in which he was brought was the one where he had entered that day and was thrilled with fear. So is garbage, so is the smell of alcohol. White, black, tall, short, empty wine bottles of various sizes scattered around. Hanging two or three shiny bhojali on the wall of the sheer, leaning a gun in one corner, a pair of pistols on a broken tripod near the hand, hanging a wild animal's raw leather from the roof on the verandah just in the distance — its foul stench is sometimes in the nose. Apparently a fox had been shot dead a while ago. Until then, it has fallen on the floor and some places have turned red due to his blood. The zamindar was lying on the bed and was reading a book. Another thick bound book is lit near the head and a candle is lit; In that blink of an eye, many objects fell in the eyes of the sixteenth. In bed, I feel a precious shawl in the absence of a sheet, much of it lying on the ground; From a half-burnt cigar on top of an expensive gold watch, a fine line of smoke still swirls and rises; Some of the bones in a silver container under the bed may have been lying there since morning; There is a lace-covered sheet lying next to him, it seems that he has wiped his hands on it due to lack of handkerchief or towel.

The sixteen-year-old couldn't see the man's face in the shadow of the book, but he still thought he could see it as clearly as a mirror. It has no religion, no virtue, no shame, no hesitation — this is ruthless, this is stone. No one has any value or dignity to the needs of the moment! Inside this vampire, imagining you in this terrible hand, all the senses of the sixteenth century seemed to fall unconscious for a moment.

Responding, the man asked, who?

From outside, Sardar briefly described the incident and said an insult to Chakravarti, "Sir!" Usko Betiko Pakar Laya.

Who? Bhairabi? Jibananda dropped the book and sat up. Apparently he did not give this order. But then he said, OK. All right.

When they left, he addressed the sixteen-year-old and asked, "You have to pay today." Enech?

The dry voice of the sixteenth remained blocked, the voice did not burst at all.

Jeevananda waited for a while and said again, I know Anoni. But why?

This time the sixteen-year-old tried hard. He said softly, we don't have.

If not here's a new product just for you! Do you know what that means?

Holding the threshold of the sixteenth door tightly with both hands, he closed his eyes and remained silent. Impossible, he couldn't think of anything here.

The look on his frightened pale face, perhaps from afar, fell into the eyes of Jeevananda, and his attempt to save himself from fainting did not seem to be invisible to him; For a minute he sat as if obsessed with himself. Then he suddenly took the light of the lamp in his hand and stood near the face of the unconscious woman, and just as the priest lights the lamp and observes the face of the idol before Aarti, so does the gaze of this majestic stunned gaze on the face of this nun. Elaita's rough hair, her pale lips, her strong healthy upright body, all seemed to be swallowed silently by her two widened eyes.