Clouds and sunshine

Clouds and sunshine

The first paragraph

It rained the day before. Today, in the mild sunshine and clouds, the rain was falling, and the long-winded brushes were being blown over the field of the ripening aus paddy; The elaborate black picture was once a bright pale color at the touch of light, but soon it was being painted in a dark softness in the shadows.

When Megh and Raudra, the only two actors, were playing their respective roles in all the arenas, there was no counting how many performances were going on in the lower arenas.

There is a house on the side of the road in the village where we picked up the pot of a small life drama. The only house on the outside is paved, and on either side of that house is a dilapidated brick wall enclosing a few mud houses. From the path, one can see through the window of the garader, a young man is sitting on a blanket on his bare body, trying to get rid of the summer and mosquitoes with a palm leaf fan in his left hand from time to time, and is engrossed in reading with a book in his right hand.

Outside, on the way to the village, a well-dressed girl was carrying a few black jams in her hand and was going through the barred window again and again. It was clear from the look on her face that the girl was intimately acquainted with the man sitting inside, reading a book - and somehow she drew his attention to him, silently and contemptuously, saying, 'I've been too busy eating blackberries lately, I don't care.'

Unfortunately the man studying inside the house sees less with his eyes, the silent disregard of the girl from a distance cannot touch him. The girl knew that too, so after a long and fruitless anagona, she had to use blackberry instead of silent neglect. It is so difficult for the blind to maintain the purity of pride.

Every now and then, when two or four hard knots seemed to be scattered miraculously on the wooden door, the man who was reading looked up. Knowing this, the Mayabini girl doubly concentrated on selecting the stinging ripe black jam from the region. The man frowned, recognized the girl with special effort, put down the book, stood by the window, and smiled, "Giribala!"

Giribala remained unmoved, fully engaged in jam-testing in his own region, and began to walk slowly, one step at a time.

At that time, the short-sighted young man did not understand that one of the unconscious crimes was being punished. He hurried out and said, "Where did you give me jam today?" Giribala did not listen to him and after much research and experimentation, he selected a jam and started eating it with great confidence.

These berries are the garden berries of the Giribalas and the daily allotment of the youth. What I do know is that Giribala is not remembered at all today, his use reveals that he has acquired them only for himself. But it was not clear what it meant to eat fruit from one's own garden and come to the next door. Then the man approached and took her hand. Giribala first tried to walk away with his arms outstretched, then suddenly burst into tears, and the berries of the area were scattered on the ground and ran away.

The restless sunshine of the morning and the restless clouds of the afternoon have a calm and weary feeling; White swollen clouds piled up on the edge of the sky, and in the late afternoon light flickered on the leaves of the trees, in the pool water, and in every part of the rainforest. Again the girl is seen in front of the window of that garada and the young man is sitting in the room. Among the differences, there is no jam in the area of ​​Abela Balika and there is no book in the hands of the youth. There were some more serious and mysterious differences. Even now, it is difficult to say what special needs the girl is hesitating to come to that particular place. And whatever it is, the need to talk to the man inside the house is in no way expressed in the use of the girl. Rather, it seems that he has come to see if any of the berries that were left in the morning have sprouted in the afternoon.

But one of the serious reasons for not sprouting was that the fruits were recently piled on the frontal lobe of the young; And when the girl was engaged in the search for an unpredictable imaginary substance, the young man was hiding his laughter and very carefully choosing a jam and eating it carefully. At last, when two or three knots miraculously fell on the girl's feet, Giribala realized that the young man was taking revenge on the girl's arrogance. But this is what it should be. Isn't it cruelty to hinder you in that very difficult path when he is looking for a respite to surrender with all the pride of your little heart? The young man came out and took her hand, when the girl was reddened and began to search for a way to escape. Like in the morning, Abela tried to escape with her arms outstretched, but she did not cry. Instead, he blushed and hid his face on the surface of the oppressor, smiled profusely, and entered the iron-enclosed prison as if he had been defeated only by external attraction.

The play of the clouds in the sky is as little as the play of these two creatures on the edge, just as fleeting. Again, just as the play of the clouds in the sky is not insignificant and not a game, but only a sight to behold, the short history of an idle rainy day of these two unknown men may seem trivial in the hundreds of events in the world, but it is not insignificant. The old man who has been weaving the epoch with the age for eternity with the great unwavering solemnity of the great destiny was the one who was germinating the seeds of lifelong happiness and sorrow in the trivial laughter of this morning and afternoon of the girl. However, this unreasonable arrogance of the girl seemed meaningless. Not only to the audience, but also to the young man, the protagonist of this little drama. It is not easy to find out the reason why this girl gets angry one day or another, expresses one or more affections, one day or increases the daily allotment, one day or stops the daily allotment altogether. One day, all his imagination and craft should be combined to satisfy the young man; Then one day all his small strength, all his hardships come together and try to hit him. When he could not bear the pain, his difficulty doubled; When he succeeds, he melts away in the tears of hard repentance and flows with innumerable affections. The first trivial history of this trivial cloudburst game is going to be summarized in the next paragraph.

The second chapter

In the village, everyone else was involved in factions, conspiracies, sugarcane cultivation, false lawsuits and jute business, only Shashibhushan and Giribala discussed ideas and practiced literature.

There is no curiosity or anxiety in it. Because, Giribala is ten years old and Shashibhushan is a newly developed M.A. A. B. L. Both are just neighbors.

Giribala's father Harkumar was once the patron of Nijgram. Now they are in dire straits and have sold everything and taken over the post of Naib of their foreign zamindars. The naibi of the pargana in which they live, so he does not have to move from the place of birth.

Shashibhushan M. A. He has passed the law examination but has not taken any action. Mixing with people or saying two things in the meeting place, he also does not become by him. You can't recognize a person you know because you see less with your eyes and that's why you have to frown and look at it, people consider it arrogance.

In Calcutta, it is nice to be alone in the sea of ​​people, but in the countryside, it has to look like a special competition. When Shashibhushan's father was defeated by great efforts and finally appointed his useless son in the village to take care of their little affairs, Shashibhushan was subjected to a lot of harassment, ridicule and humiliation from the villagers. There was one more reason for the humiliation; Peace-loving Shashi Bhushan did not agree to get married - his daughter-in-law's parents could not forgive him for this reluctance, knowing it to be arrogant and miserable.

The more Shashibhushan began to be harassed, the more Shashibhushan began to disappear into his beak. In a corner room he would sit on a couch with some bound English books; When he read whatever he wanted, this was his job - he knew what to do.

And as has been said before, his relationship with the people was only with Giribala.

The Giribala brothers would go to school and come back and ask the stupid sister one day what the size of the earth was; Someday he would ask, whether the sun is big or the earth is big - when he was wrong, he would correct the mistake by showing great contempt towards him. If the idea that the sun was bigger than the earth seemed to Giribala to be proven imperfect, and if he had dared to express that doubt, his brothers would have doubly ignored him, saying, “Yes! It is written in our book and you - "

Giribala would have been completely speechless when he heard that such a thing was written in the printed book, he would not have needed any other proof. But he had a great desire in his mind, he also took books like his grandfather. Sometimes he would sit in his room, open a book, pretend to read and flip through the pages. The small black orbs of the printing press were guarding the lions of a maharahasyasala in groups, tying manure in groups and raising the ref of Ikar Okar above the shoulders, without answering any of Giribala's questions. Kathamala did not divulge a single word of his tiger, fox, horse, donkey to the curious girl, and the narrator took all his narrations and kept silently looking for them. Giribala offered to learn to read from his brothers, but his brothers did not listen. Shashibhushan was his only helper.

Shashibhushan was just as impenetrable to Giribala as Kathamala and Akhyanmanjari. In the small sitting room on the side of the road, lined with iron bars, the young man sat alone on a couch, surrounded by books. Giribala stood outside in the barn, staring in amazement at this strange man with a reclining face, comparing the number of books and deciding in his mind that Shashibhushan was much more learned than his brothers. He had nothing more surprising than that. He had no doubt that Shashi Bhushan had read the world's major textbooks, such as Kathamala. Therefore, when Shashibhushan turned the pages of the book, he could not stand still and make a diagnosis until he knew it.

Eventually this astonished girl caught the attention of the short-sighted Shashibhushan as well. One day Shashibhushan opened a shiny book and said, "Giribala, come and see the picture." Giribala immediately ran away. But the next day he again dressed and stood outside the garas, observing Shashibhushan's study with such serious silent attention. Shashibhushan called that day too and on that day also he waved his pigtail and ran away with a sigh.

Historical research is needed to determine the exact date at which their identities began to grow closer, and when the girl entered Shashibhushan's house from outside Garada and found a place in a pile of books on her throne.

Giribala's education began with Shashibhushan. Everyone will laugh when they hear this, not only did this master teach his little student the spelling and grammar - he would translate and recite many great poems and ask for his opinion. The introvert knows what the girl understands, but there is no doubt that she liked it. He used to draw various wonderful fantasies in his childhood without mixing them. Silently widening his eyes and listening with his mind, he would sometimes ask one very inconsistent question and sometimes suddenly come to an incoherent context. Shashibhushan never stopped him from doing so - he was especially pleased to hear this tiny critic's critique of great poetry. Of all the villages, this Giribala is his only understanding friend. When Shashibhushan first met Giribala, Giri was eight years old, now he is ten. In these two years, he has learned the English and Bengali alphabets and read two or four simple books, and for Shashibhushan, Palligram did not seem to be a very uninhabited place for these two years.

The third chapter

But Shashibhushan did not get along well with Giribala's father Harkumar. Harkumar was the first to approach the MABL for advice on litigation. M.A.B.L. He did not pay much attention to it and did not hesitate to admit his ignorance to the Naib about jurisprudence. Naib thought it was a trick. A couple of years passed like that.

Recently a disobedient tenant has to be ruled. Naib Mahasaya expressed his intention to file complaints against him in different districts for different crimes and demands and put some special pressure on Shashibhushan for advice. Stay away from Shashibhushan's advice, calmly but firmly he spoke to Harkumar in a way that did not feel sweet to him.

On the other hand, Harkumar could not win even in a lawsuit named Prajar. He was convinced that Shashibhushan was the helper of that unfortunate tenant; He promised that such a man should be expelled from the village immediately.

Shashibhushan saw a cow enter his field, a fire broke out in the opening of his wrist, a dispute arose over his boundaries, his subjects did not pay rent easily and he tried to bring a false lawsuit in his name - even if he went out in the evening to kill him. There were rumors that his house would be set on fire at night.

Eventually the peace-loving innocent nature left the village of Shashibhushan and arranged to flee to Calcutta.

The tent of the Joint Magistrate fell in the village while he was initiating the journey. Barkandaj Constable Khansama Dog Horse Sahis Mether All the villages became restless. The boy's party, like a herd of tiger-like foxes, wandered around the master's chat with apprehensive curiosity.

Naib Mahasaya, as usual, wrote down the cost of hospitality and started supplying Mr. Chicken's egg and ghee. The amount of food that the joint-sahib needed was much more intact than the naib mahasaya, but in the morning when the sahib's meth came and ordered four ounces of ghee for the sahib's dog, he could not bear it - he advised the meth that if the sahib's dog Waiting can digest a lot of ghee without regret, but such a large amount of fat is not good for his health. Didn't give him ghee. The scavenger went to the master and told him where to find meat for the dog, but he went to the naib to look for it, but the naib called him a scavenger in the nation, disregarded him and drove him away, and did not hesitate to ignore him. It was easily unbearable for a Brahmin's racist man to dare to insult his mother-in-law, making it impossible for him to maintain patience. He immediately ordered the chaprasi, "Bolao naibko."

Naib stood in front of Sahib's tent while chanting Durganam in a trembling voice. Mr. came out of the tent in a muffled voice and asked the naib in a foreign voice in a loud voice, "What is the reason that Tumi has removed my mater?"

Harkumar was so busy that he said that he would never have the audacity to get rid of Mr. Mether, but he first objected gently for the sake of the dog and then sent people to different places to collect the ghee.

The gentleman asked who had been sent and where.

Harkumar immediately gave Asil the name. Mr. Naib was immediately sent to the village to find out if the people of that name had gone to the village to fetch ghee.

The envoys returned in the afternoon and informed him that no one had gone anywhere to collect the oil. The judge no longer doubted that all the words of the naib were false and that the scoundrel had told the truth. Then the joint-gentleman roared in anger and called to the scavenger, "Hold the ear of this sister-in-law and make the horses run around the tent." Mether did not delay any longer and obeyed the order of the people around him.

Seeing this, the word became a state in every house, Harkumar came to the house, left the food and lay down in a daze.

Naib's enemies were numerous on the occasion of zamindari work; They rejoiced greatly at this incident, but when Shashibhushan, who was on his way to Calcutta, heard the news, his whole body became hot. He could not sleep all night.

The next morning he went to Harkumar's house and appeared; Harkumar took her hand and began to cry desperately. Shashibhushan said, "A defamation suit will have to be filed in the name of the master, I will fight as your lawyer." Harkumar was frightened at first when he heard that a lawsuit would have to be filed in the name of the magistrate himself; Shashibhushan did not leave anything.

Harkumar took time to consider. But when he saw that the word was spread all around and the enemies were rejoicing, he could not stay any longer, took refuge in Shashibhushan, and said, How brave we are to have a man like you in the village. Anyway, at least I didn't go down without explaining myself first. "

Chapter Four

Shashibhushan, who has been trying to save you in the secluded secrets behind the Lokchur forever, came to the court today. After hearing his complaint, the magistrate summoned him to a private room and said, "Shashibabu, isn't it better to settle this case in secret?"

Shashibabu kept his frown on the cover of a law book on the table and said, “I can't give such advice to my client. He has been publicly insulted, secretly trying to figure out what to do with it. ”

Mr. Duichari understood that it was not easy to disturb this short-sighted short-sighted man, and said, "Alright Babu, let's see how far it goes."

Saying this, the magistrate returned the day of the trial and went on a tour of Mofasbal.

In this regard, the joint-sahib wrote a letter to the zamindar, "Your naib insulted my servants and showed contempt for me, I hope you will remedy it properly."

The zamindar became very busy and immediately summoned Harkumar. Naib told all the facts from beginning to end. The zamindar became very annoyed and said, “Why didn't you give four ser ghee when Mr. Methar asked for it immediately without any sentence. Do you need a father? ”

Harkumar could not deny that it did not cause any damage to his ancestral property. He confessed to the crime and said, "My planet is evil, that's why such a foolish thing happened."

The zamindar said, "Who told you to complain in the name of the master again after that?"

Harkumar said, “Dharmabatar, I did not want to complain. শ Shashi of our village, he does not have any lawsuit anywhere, he has thrown this very hard and almost without my consent, he has created this commotion. ”

On hearing this, the zamindar became very angry with Shashibhushan. Understood, the man is a useless new lawyer, trying to be known to the public by raising a hujuk on some pretext. He ordered the naib to take up the case and immediately cool the small and big magistrates.

He went to the house of the Joint Magistrate with a gift of some fruits for Mr. Naib. He told Sahib that it was not at all unnatural for him to sue in the name of Sahib; Only an ajatashmashru apogand orbachin lawyer from the village named Shashibhushan has done such a daring job without informing him in any way. Saheb was very annoyed with Shashibhushan and was very pleased with Naib. He was ‘sad’ by making Naibbabu ‘Dandabivan’ in his head. Saheb has recently won an award in the Bengali language test and has been communicating with the general public.

Naib said, sometimes the parents are angry and punish, sometimes they caress and pull the lawn, there is no reason for the grief of the child or the parents.

Harkumar then proceeded to meet the Magistrate at Muffsball with the appropriate reward to the Joint-Mr.'s servants. The magistrate, hearing Shashibhushan's defiance in his face, said, "I was also amazed that I knew Naibbabu as a good man, that it was impossible for him to file a case without informing me in secret." Now I can understand everything. ”

Finally he asked the Naib if Shashi had joined the Congress. Naib said with a smirk, yes.

Saheb could clearly understand in his Sahebi intellect that all this was the trick of the Congress. The Congress cadres are secretly looking for leisure around the government to write an essay in Amritbazar and quarrel with the government. He slammed the Government of India, calling it a very weak government, saying that the magistrates had not been given more direct power to crush all these petty thorns. But the name of Congressman Shashibhushan remained in the mind of the magistrate.

Chapter Five

When the big things in the world are flourishing, even the small things do not stop spreading their claim on the world by taking the small roots of hunger.

When Shashibhushan is especially busy with the commotion of this magistrate, when he is retrieving the law from the wide book, sharpening his mind, sitting in the imagination to interrogate the witness, and the public scenes of the public court and the future episodes of the war, he trembles every now and then. The student used to come to her door at regular intervals with her fragmentary textbooks and miscellaneous writing books, sometimes flowers from the garden, sometimes fruits, pickles from the mother's store, sometimes coconut confectionery, sometimes home-made food wrapped in leaves.

On the first day, he saw Shashibhushan opening a huge pictureless rigid book and inadvertently turning the pages; It didn't feel like he was reading it attentively. At other times, Shashibhushan would try to explain Giribala to some part of the books he read, but he could not hear Giribala from that thick black cover book. Don't stay, that's why the book is so big and Giribala is so small.

First, to attract the guru's attention, you began to read aloud, chanting the spells, swinging the second half of the body, including the pigtails, in a loud voice. He saw that it did not bear much fruit. The black thick book was extremely slippery in my mind. He looked like an ugly, cruel man. The book, which completely despises Giribala as a girl, seems to have silently expressed every page of it, taking on the shape of a wicked man's face. If the book had been stolen by a thief, he could have rewarded the thief by stealing all the keys from his mother's store. The gods did not listen to all the inconsistent and impossible prayers he had made to the gods for the destruction of that book and I do not see any need to listen to the readers.

Then the heartbroken girl stopped going to the Guru's house for a day or two. And a couple of days later, to check the results of this separation, he came to Shashi Bhushan's house in another trick and took a look. I think the judge's mind is being tested on how to melt these irons. Shashibhushan, an inexperienced writer, had the idea that in ancient times, eloquent speakers like Dimsthenes Cicero Bacchus Sheridan had done all the extraordinary things in words, such as shattering the unjust in the piercing arrows, humiliating the oppressors and dusting the arrogant. Shashibhushan was practicing in the dilapidated small house of Tilakuchi village, how he would make the arrogant Englishman ashamed and remorseful in the world. No one can say whether the gods of the heavens laughed and their eyes were filled with tears.

So Giribala did not fall in his sight that day; There was no jam in the girl's area that day; He had been very narrow-minded about the fruit until he first caught a bunch of berries. Even if Shashibhushan ever asked innocently, "Giri, is there no jam today?" He considered it a secret mockery and tried to flee by shouting "Yao" in the meeting. Today he had to adopt a strategy due to the lack of berries.