Cat Story (Bankimchandra Chatterjee)

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Bankimchandra Chattopadhyay was born in the village of Kanthalpara near the town of Naihati in the present North 24 Parganas district. Dated 26th June, 1838 i.e. 13 Ashar 1245. His father Yadav Chandra Chattopadhyay was a Deputy Collector. He was one of the first graduates to pass the BA examination under Calcutta University in 1857. In his professional life he was a Magistrate. He joined the Khulna Magistrate's Office as a Magistrate. He was devoted to his duties; He had a reputation as a competent judge. Apart from writing novels and essays, he edited and published the journal Bangadarshan (182). He started his literary career in 1852 with Sangbad Prabhakar. Bankimchandra's book number is 34. His first novel is 'Durgeshanandini'.

His health was not very good in the last life. In March 1894, his diabetes worsened. He died of this disease on April 6, 1894 (Bangla 26 Chaitra 1300).

Semantics: -

Four-legged tool.

Like a ghost.

Wellington: Heroic warrior.

Duke: Founder or aristocrat of European society.

Marjarah-cat.

Strategies: - To create a resistance fence.

Manifested ঃ intensely expressed.

Sixty-lati.

Divyakarna: - To listen divinely.

Thengalatih-beating lati.

Title: - Socialist.

Nyayalankara: - Scholar in jurisprudence.

Wife: Wife.

Chess game: - The game that is played by lying down (on the ground).

Tail-tail.

Socialist: Socialist.

Nairik: A scholar of jurisprudence.

Cosminkale: - At any time.

Marjari Mahasaya: -Wife cat.

Water: Light food.

Apart from dawn: in a small sense.

Fallen souls: - endangered or miserable souls.

Text-introduction: -

Bankimchandra Chattopadhyay's collection of humorous and satirical essays 'Kamalakanter Daftar'. The essay in this book is divided into three parts, the most notable of which is the essay 'cat'. After understanding the incident, he started beating the cat with a stick. Then the imaginary conversation between Kamalakant and the cat continued. The first part of it is purely humorous, the next part is mysterious.

In the voice of the cat, all the deprived, oppressed, Dalit's anger-protest-heartache is being uttered in a logical egalitarian facility, "I am a thief" but I have become a thief by eating. , They are more ungodly than many thieves. Fish cut, leafy rice - whatever you want, you can get rid of the cat's hunger The cat brought such a serious complaint that he did not look.

Surprised to hear the cat's words 'socialist', 'just' and 'sutaric', Kamalakanta remembers the self-defensive sarcasm: As an anti-communist, a government official in British India, Bankimchandra presented in a satirical, logical and fluent language the struggle for the rights of the exploited-exploited, rich-poor, saint-thief through the mouth of a cat.

Cats

I was sitting on the couch in the bedroom, smoking a hookah. A small flicker of light is flickering-flickering shadows on the walls, ghosts dancing. The food was not ready - so with a hookah in hand, I wondered if I could have conquered Waterloo if I had been Napoleon. At that moment a small word came, "Meo!"

I looked and saw - suddenly I could not understand anything. At first it seemed that Wellington had suddenly become a cat, and had come to me begging for opium. At the first attempt, hard as a stone, I thought that the Duke had already been given a fair reward, and no more could be given. Especially excessive greed is not good. The Duke said, "Mayo!"

Then I looked around and saw that it was not Wellington. A tiny merger; Prasanna has exhausted the milk she had left for me, and I have been busy plotting in the Waterloo field, so I haven't seen it. At this moment, Marjjarsundari, satisfied with the pure milk, intends to express the happiness of her mind in this world, she is saying in a very sweet voice, "Meo!" I can't say, I understand, there was a little irony in him; I realized that Marjorie was smiling in her mind, looking at my drink and thinking, "Someone dies, someone eats the bill, where does someone eat." I understand he is "Meo!" The intention was to understand the mind a little in words. I understand the cat's thoughts, "I'm eating your milk - now tell me?"

What do I say? I couldn't fix it. Milk is not my father's either. Dudh mangalara, duhiyache prasanna. Therefore, he has the same right to milk as I do to cats; So can't be angry. However, there is a traditional custom that when a cat is fed milk, it has to be chased and killed. It is also not desirable that I should be known as a coward in humankind by disregarding that ancient custom. What do you know, if this Marjjari ridicules Kamalakanta as a coward in Swajati-mandal? Therefore, it is obligatory to behave like a man. After fixing it, I scurried down, hooked the hookah out of my hand, and after much searching, discovered a broken rod and proudly ran towards Marjzari.

Marjari knows Kamalakanta; He did not show any signs of being particularly frightened when he saw the rod. He just looked at my face, raised his hi and sat aside a little. Said, "Mayo!" Realizing the question, I left the cane and went back to bed and took a hookah. Then I got Divyakarna and understood all the statements of Marger.

I realized that the cat was saying, “Why the fight? Standing still with a hookah in hand, a little judgment and see? In this world you will eat milk, cream, milk, curd, fish, meat, everything, why don't we get anything? You humans, we cats, what's the difference? You have a thirst - we do not have? You eat, we don't mind; But as soon as we ate, I did not find out which scripture you came to kill with a stick. Take some advice from me. I do not see any way to improve your knowledge without learning from the wise quadrupeds. Looking at your schools, I feel that you have understood this in so many days.

“Look, bedridden man! What is religion? Kindness is the ultimate religion. Drinking this milk has been of immense benefit to me. This benevolence is perfected in your extracted milk - therefore you are the fruit of that absolute religion - I steal, and whatever I do, I am the root cause of your accumulation of religion. So praise me without beating me. I support your religion.

“Behold, I am a thief, but am I a thief? Who is a thief when he gets to eat? Behold, the great saints, in the name of the thief, are more unrighteous than many thieves. They do not steal because they do not need to steal. But the thief steals because he does not want to look at the thief even though they have unnecessary wealth. The one who steals, not the ungodly thief, is the ungodly stingy rich man. The thief is guilty, but the stingy rich man is guilty a hundred times more than that. The thief is punished; The root of the theft is stingy, why not punish him?

“Look, I walk on the wall, no one throws me a fish hook. Fish thorns, leafy rice, thrown in the sewer, thrown into the water, yet did not call me. Your stomach is full, how will you know the hunger of my stomach! Alas! Do you have any disgrace when you suffer for the poor? There is no doubt that it is a shame to be in pain for a poor person like me. He who does not give alms to the blind, he is also a great king, he does not sleep at night when he falls asleep - everyone agrees to suffer in the next pain. But the little man is sad! Shit! Who will be?

See, if such and such a headman, such and such a judge would have come and eaten your milk, would you have come to kill him with a stick? Rather, to say with both hands, what else can I bring? But why my stick? You will say, they are very learned, very respectable people. Is their appetite greater than mine as a scholar or an observer? No one understands the hunger of the disease-poor of mankind with oil on their heads. Arrange a feast for the one who is annoyed to eat, and punish the one who eats your food without being invited because of hunger, calling him a thief! Shit!

"Look, look at our condition, look at the walls, the courtyards, the courtyards, the palaces, the palaces, the palaces, the palaces, the palaces, the palaces, the palaces, the palaces, the palaces, the palaces, the palaces." If one could be one of your affectionate cats-a young wife's brother to an old man, or a local to a foolish rich man তবে his nourishment. His tail is swollen, his hair is furry, and seeing the six of their forms, he becomes a poet of many mergers.

And, look at our condition আহ the abdomen is emaciated, the bones are visible, the tail is bent, the teeth are sticking out-the tongue is drooping-I am constantly calling out, ‘Meo! Mayo! I can’t eat! ’- Don’t hate seeing our black skin! We have some rights in the fish meat of this world. Let me eat - otherwise I will steal. Don't you feel sad when you hear our black skin, dry face, weak and compassionate meow meow? Thieves are punished, is there no punishment for ruthlessness? There is a penalty for collecting food for the poor, why there is no penalty for stinginess of the rich? You are Kamalakanta, far-sighted, why not opium eater, don't you also see that poor thief is the fault of rich? Why deprive five hundred poor people and collect food for five hundred people at a time? If he did, why didn't he give to the poor what he ate? If he does not give, the poor will steal from him '; Why, no one has come to this world to starve to death. ”

I couldn't stand it anymore and said, “Stop! Tham Marjjarpandit! Your words are heavy socialist! The root of social chaos! If no one can save as much money as he has the ability to do, or if he is not able to save and enjoy the thief's fire without any hindrance, then no one will care about saving more money. That will not increase the wealth of the society. ”

Marjorie said, “If not, what about me? Increasing the wealth of the society means increasing the wealth of the rich. What is the harm to the poor if the rich do not increase their wealth? ”

I explained that "society does not improve without social wealth." The cat said angrily, "If I can't eat, what can I do to improve society?"

It was the responsibility of the cat to explain. That judge or jurist, cosmin, no one can explain anything to him. This merger is just, and also logical, so it has a right not to be understood. Therefore, without being angry at this, I said, "The poor may not be needed for the betterment of the society, but the rich have a special need, therefore the punishment of the thief is obligatory."

Mr. Marjjari said, “Hang the thief, I have no objection to that either, but make another rule with him. The judge who will punish the thief will fast for three days first. If he does not want to steal and eat it, he will hang the thief at ease. You raised a stick to kill me, you fast for three days from today. If you haven't already been caught in Nasiram Babu's storehouse, slap me, I won't mind. ”

Like a wise man, when he is defeated in judgment, he will give serious counsel. According to that tradition, I told Marjjar, “All these very unprincipled things, there is sin in its movement. You should give up all these worries and focus on Dharma. If you wish, I can give you Newman and Parker's text for reading. And reading Kamalakanta's office can be of some benefit-and whether it is or not, one can understand the infinite glory of opium. Go to your place now, Prasanna will give you some puppies tomorrow, come during the time of water supply, I will share and eat both. Don't eat anyone else's pot today; Instead, if you are very anxious with hunger, come again, I will give you a mustard opium. ”

"Opium doesn't have to be special, but eating a pot can be considered appetizing," Marzer said.

Marjorie said goodbye. I have brought a fallen soul from darkness to light, thinking Kamalakanta was very happy!

Srikamalakanta Chakraborty

Text-introduction

Bankimchandra Chattopadhyay's collection of humorous and satirical works 'Kamalakanter Daftar'. Of the many stories in this three-part book, the most notable one is The Cat. One day, Kamalakant was intoxicated and was thinking about the battle of Waterloo. At that time a cat came and ate the milk kept for Kamalakanta. After realizing the incident, he started beating the cat with a stick. It is the duty of human beings to extend a helping hand to those who are helpless. But they don’t. In the 'cat' story, the cat is deprived of the food it deserves. Although he stole the milk after not eating for three days, Kamalakanta could not kill him considering the pain of his hunger in his own feelings. Kamalakanta even takes pleasure in inviting him to eat during the next day's watering, advising him to refrain from stealing. Then the imaginary conversation between Kamalakanta and the cat continues. The first part is purely humorous, the second part is mysterious. In the cat's voice, all the deprived, oppressed, dalit's anger-protest-action pains of the world are uttered in a logical egalitarian facility, 'I am a thief but have I become a thief? Who is a thief when he gets to eat? Look, those who are famous in the name of great saints, thieves, many of them are more ungodly than thieves. ' Instead, people throw the leftover food into the sewers. He who is not hungry wants to eat more. He doesn't even look back at the hungry. The cat brought such a serious complaint. Surprised to hear the cat's 'socialist', 'just', 'sutaric' words, Kamalakanta remembers the self-defensive sarcasm of a wise man who would give serious advice when defeated in a trial, and he did not resort to such tactics. Even as a government official, Bankimchandra, through the mouth of a cat, has presented the struggle for the rights of the exploited-exploited, rich-poor, saint-thief in a sarcastic, rational and fluent language and allegory. Here the author speaks of the characteristics of two classes of people. In the statement of the narrator, two classes of people have presented their own arguments. In one of the two classes the narrator is himself and in the other the thief is the cat. The narrator explains to the cat why it is important for the society to increase its wealth by keeping itself at the level of the greedy, rich class of the society.

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Nice story. Thank you.

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Wonderful

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Thank you. The Islamic way of giving us the gift of such an annoying book. I will tell you that there are many such divisions. I know how long it takes a writer to write an important book that we don't understand.

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Wow it's very wonderful story

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In the voice of the cat, all the deprived, oppressed, Dalit's anger-protest-heartache is being uttered in a logical egalitarian facility, "I am a thief" but I have become a thief by eating. , They are more ungodly than many thieves.

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I read your article but where are your cat's picture......??? Basically awesome

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Wow it's very good information thanks for sharing

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Surprised to hear the cat's words 'socialist', 'just' and 'sutaric', Kamalakanta remembers the self-defensive sarcasm: As an anti-communist, a government official in British India, Bankimchandra presented in a satirical, logical and fluent language the struggle for the rights of the exploited-exploited, rich-poor, saint-thief through the mouth of a cat.

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In the voice of the cat, all the deprived, oppressed, Dalit's anger-protest-heartache is being uttered in a logical

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Cat story is verry good write articl. Wait for next. Carry on

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(Bankimchandra Chatterjee is a famous writer.. I like your article

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You always writing very well.i love your article.

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Thank you so much dear sister

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