Ascetic

Boishakh was almost over. The first night was sultry, the bamboo leaves did not move, the stars in the sky seemed to be throbbing like a headache. At three o'clock in the morning a little wind blew. Sixteen lies under the open window on the empty floor, a cloth-wrapped tin box pillow over his head. It is quite understandable that he is doing austerities with great enthusiasm.

Every day he gets up at four o'clock in the morning, takes a bath and goes to the sixteenth temple. It's getting late. After that came Vidyaratnamasaya; Sitting in that room, he recited the Gita to her. He has learned some Sanskrit. Shankara's Vedanta commentary and Patanjaladarshan will be read from the original text, this is his bet. His age shall be twenty-three.

Sixteen is a lot different from housework কাজ this story is the reason why it was possible. There was no resemblance between the name and the nature of Makhanbabu. His mind was hard to melt. He was right, as long as his son Barda at least b. A. He will stay away from his daughter-in-law until he passes. While the study does not match the exact pattern of Bardar, he is a fancy man. His temperament is similar to that of a bee about the honeycomb of Jivannikunj, but the hard work required to escape the hive is not enough for him. He had hoped that after the wedding he would be quite comfortable with his mustache, and at the same time it would be time to blow the cigarettes in the head. But after the fateful marriage, his desire for welfare became stronger in his father's mind.

The school's pundit named Bardar, Gotammuni. Needless to say, it is not by looking at Bardar Brahmatej. He called him a sage because he did not answer any question, and when he did answer, he found in him some gavya substance which, according to Panditamashay, made his Gotam title meaningful.

Makhan went to the headmaster and found out that the school and the house teacher, if the two big engines were connected back and forth before, then Bardar could get better. All the well-known masters of the vile boys who have passed the test sea stayed with Barda till ten-thirty at night. The austerities performed by the great ascetics for the attainment of Siddhi in the Satya Yuga were solitary austerities, but the joint austerities with the Master were much more miserable than this. The main heat of the penance of that time was taking fire; Agnisharmara is the main cause of the heat of today's test-tapas; They set fire to Barda. So after so much grief, when he failed the test, his consolation was that he had bowed the head of the glorious master. But Makhanbabu did not give up even in such an outstanding failure. In the second year, another group of masters was appointed, and it was agreed with them that they would get the salary, after which if Barda could pass in the first division, they would get a reward. This time too, Barda would throw in time, but in order to make this impending accident a little more varied, he consulted with the Kabiraj of the neighborhood just the night before Ekjamin, took a strong laxative pill, and by the grace of Dhanvantari he did not have to leave the Senate-Hall. He was able to complete the work quite well. The disease manifested itself at the right time on the day like a periodical of the upper limbs, but Makhan must have realized that this work could not have happened without editing. Without discussing the matter, he told Barda that he would have to prepare for the third test. That is, his rigorous imprisonment was extended for another year.

Out of pride, Barda did not eat rice because it happened so much one day. The result was that he had to eat more of the evening meal. He was afraid of butter like a tiger, but desperately went to him and said, "If I stay here, I will not study."

Butter asked, "Where can that impossible thing be possible?"

He said, "Bilate."

Butter tried to explain to him briefly that the goal he had was not in geography, but in his brain. As evidence for the party, Barda said that one of his classmates jumped out of the last bench of the third class of the Entrance School and brought a big examiner to Bilat. Makhan said he had no objection to sending Barda to Bila but before that his B.C. A. I want to pass.

This is also a big problem! B. A. Barda was born without passing, b. A. Even if he doesn't pass, he will die, but in the middle of birth and death, where is this b. A. The pass stood as steep as the Vindhyaparvata; Will you have to stumble over all the words in the boat? What is Agastya Muni doing in Kalikal? He also twisted the braid b. A. Next to it.

With a very big sigh, Barda said, ‘Three times in a row; This time it's over. 'Once again, the pencil-stained key-books fell off the shelf and were tied to Barda's waist. While going to school, he went to look for a car and found that the car on the way to school had sold butter. He said, ‘Two years of losses have gone by, how much more is this cost!’ Walking to school is not hard for Bardar, but what excuse would he give to this insult to the people.

Finally, after much thought, one morning it came to his mind that there is another way open in this world except death, which B.C. A. Not under the pass, and in which Dara Sut Dhan Jan is completely unnecessary. He is nothing but a monk. For a while he secretly smoked a lot of cigarettes at this thought, then one day it was seen that the torn pieces of his key-book were scattered on the school floor like the ruins of the examination hall - the examinee was not seen. A piece of paper on the table pressed against a broken glass, it reads:

“I am a monk — I don't need a car anymore.

Mr. Bardanandaswamy. ”

Makhanbabu did not do any research for some time. He thought that Barda would have to go back on his own, there was no need to make any arrangements other than keeping the cage door open. The door remained open, only that the torn pieces of the key-books had been cleared — and everything was fine. In the corner of the room, the broken glass is turned upside down over the jug of water, and the cover of an old atlas is used to remove the defects of beetle infestation and decay in place of the oil-stained-dirty stool seat; Bardar's name is painted on a tin torang on an empty packbox on one side; On the shelf on the wall is a torn English-Bengali dictionary, a few pages of Haraprasad Shastri's history of India, and on the cover are many exercise books painted by Queen Victoria. If you look at this book, you will see that most of the cigarette-box-force statues of the British actresses have fallen from it. It is clear from the fact that these did not merge with the barda for the comfort of the path during the ascetic's asylum, his mind was not in a natural state.

This is the stage of our hero; The heroine was sixteen then just thirteen. In the end, everyone at home called her Khuki, and she brought the fame of her childhood to her father-in-law's house, so the maids of the house are not obliged to criticize the character of Barda in front of her. The mother-in-law was eternally ill — she was afraid to say why she did not have the strength to speak on the Lord's command. The mother-in-law's language was very sharp; He used to say very harsh things about Barda, very harshly. He had a special little reason. From the time of the ancestors, sacrificing the daughters of the clan to the demon of nobility is a custom in this house. This PC is a big cannabis addict. Among his virtues is that he did not live long. So when he affectionately compared the sixteenth to the pearl, Antarami understood that the regret for the failed pearl was not with the sixteenth alone.

In this case, everyone forgot about the pain that Muktahar has. PC used to say, ‘Grandpa, I don’t understand why he spends so much on master-scholars. I can write it down, Barda will never be able to pass. 'The sixteen-year-old also had this belief that he could not, but he wished with one mind that Barda would at least kill the PC by passing any speed. When Makhan tried to master the second time after Barda failed for the first time, PC said, ‘Blessed are you, Grandpa! Man learns even when he stumbles. 'Then, at the age of sixteen, he began to think only of this impossible thought, as if Barda had suddenly stunned the unbelieving world by revealing his amazing secret power; He seems to have passed in the first class much bigger than all the first ones — so big that Latsaheb himself sent riders to meet him. At that moment, Kabiraj's infallible pill landed on the test day's head like a war bomb. Evil would be better if people did not doubt it. PC said, ‘The boy has no intelligence here, he has it there.’ Latsaheb was not summoned. The sixteen-year-old bowed his head and endured the laughter of the people. I can't say that he did not have any doubt in his mind about the farce of timely laxatives.

At that time Barda returned. The sixteen-year-old had high hopes that at least the people of the house would regret this incident as it was an accident. But they did not pay the full price for the departure of their family. Everyone said, ‘Look, no, come on!’ The sixteen-year-old said to himself, ‘Never! Thakur, let the people's words be false! The people of the house have to wail! '

This time Bidhata gave the groom sixteen; His wish came true. A month passed, Bardar was not seen; But still there is no sign of concern on anyone's face. Two months later, Makhan's mind became a little restless, but he didn't reveal anything outside. If you look at Boomer and see a cloud of sadness on his face, PC's face is like the sky of drought in the first month. So when he saw a man near the front door, he was startled; Fear, lest her husband come back! Thus, when the third month had passed, the PC started complaining that the boy was lying to everyone in the house. Better a poor horse than no horse at all. Fear and grief gradually grew in the family. After a year of searching, the PCO began to talk about the unnecessary harshness that Makhan had inflicted on Bardar. After two years, the neighbors also started saying that Bardar did not have a mind to study, but the man was very good. The longer Bardar's invisibility lasted, the more pure his temperament became, and even the fact that he never smoked tobacco became ingrained in the minds of the blind believers. The school's pundit himself said that this was the reason why he had given the name of Gotam Muni to Barda, since then his intellect had been absolutely solid in monasticism. At least once a day, PC blamed his grandfather's stubborn temperament and said, "Bardar needed so much education. There is no shortage of money. Whatever you say, Bapu, there was nothing wrong with his body. Aha, a piece of gold, son! ’In the midst of all the sorrows, in this consolation, in this glory, the mind of the sixteen-year-old began to be filled, that her husband was the standard of holiness and that everyone in the world had wronged him.

Meanwhile, all the affections of the father's afflicted heart doubled and fell on the sixteenth. This is the only thought of butter so that the mother-in-law is happy. His great wish, the sixteenth, ordered him to do something that was rare — to make him happy if he could make him a little happier by causing a lot of trouble and loss — he wanted to accept the sacrifice in a way that would be atonement for him.

2

Sixteen fell in fifteen years. Sitting alone in the room, his eyes filled with tears. The ever-familiar world seemed to cling to him, suffocating his soul. Everything in her house, every railing on her porch, the tubs of flowers that stood on Alyssa forever, all seemed to bother her from the bottom of their hearts. Step by step the bed of the house, the closet, the cupboard করে explains in detail the emptiness of his life; He gets angry at everything.

His only place of comfort in the world was near that window. The world outside of him was his own. Because, his ‘Ghar Hail Bahir, Bahir Hail Ghar’.

One day, at ten o'clock in the afternoon, when the crowd of bowls, barkoshas, ​​dhamas, chupris, shilnoras and drinking boxes had gathered in the inner city, the speed of the housewife had become strong. Suddenly a monk came out of the ashtatala near their gate shouting 'Joy Bisweshwar'. All the body strings of the sixteenth century were played with the same intensity as the strings of the Miratana harp. He came running and said to PC, "Psima, arrange for the enjoyment of that Sannyasithakur."

This is the beginning. The service of a monk became the goal of the sixteenth life. After all this time, the path of the bride's whim has been opened to the father-in-law. Butter showed enthusiasm and said, I want to open a good guest house at home. Makhanbabu's income had been declining for some time; But he borrowed twelve rupees at interest and went on doing good deeds.

The monks also got along well enough. Butter had no doubt that most of them were not authentic. But what is the point of giving a hint to Boomer!