The way of liberation

The way of liberation

Fakirchand has been serious since childhood. In old age he was never seen as inappropriate. He could not stand cold water, frost and laughter. He was serious, and for most of the year he wore a black fur collar around his face, making him look like a terribly tall man. On top of that, at a very young age, his lips and cheeks were covered with a lot of mustache, so there was no room for laughter in all the faces.

Wife Haimbati is young and her mind is completely absorbed in worldly matters. She wants to read Bankimbabu's novel and is not satisfied with worshiping her husband as a deity. She loves to smile a little; And just as the bewildered flower longs for the movement of the wind and the light of the morning, so too she expects the caress and laughter from her husband during this young age. However, her husband recites the Bhagavad-gita as soon as she retires, recites the Bhagavad-gita in the evening, and occasionally makes physical mistakes for the sake of her spiritual advancement. On the day when 'Krishnakant's Will' came out from under Haimbati's pillow, Fakir calmed down by making the little girl cry all night. Read the novel, cheating on the husband again! In any case, Swami Devta was completely successful in eradicating the smiles, the happiness of the mind and the emotions of youth in the end by the relentless orders, advice, advice, religion and penal policy.

But, for the unattached person, there are many obstacles in the world. Later, a son and a daughter were born to Fakir and the family bond grew. Due to his father's persecution, even a fakir of such a serious nature had to go out in search of work, but there was no possibility of combining work.

Then he thought, ‘Like Buddha, I will leave the family.’ Thinking this, he left the house late one night.

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In-R must tell a history.

One of the sons of Sasticharan from Nabgram. The name is Makhanlal. Not having children soon after the marriage, at the request of the father and at the temptation of novelty, another marriage took place. After this marriage, seven daughters and a son were born to both his wives.

The butter man is very fancy and agile, very reluctant to be bound by any kind of serious duty. This is the burden of a boy, after that when the two captains started jerking in two ears, he became very unbearable and one day he also drowned in the middle of the night.

He has not met for a long time. Sometimes it is heard that in order to test the happiness of one marriage, he went to Kashi and secretly got married again; It is heard that the unfortunate story has gained peace. His mind is sometimes agitated just to get closer to the country, he cannot come for fear of being caught.

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Fakirchand, who had been wandering around for some time, came to Navgram and appeared. He sat down on the side of the road and sighed and said, “Aha, vairagyamebhavayam. Daraputra Dhanjan is nobody's business. Ka tab kanta kaste putrah. ” He added a song.

“Listen, listen, ignorant mind.

Listen to the words of the saint, what is released

Accepting that rational tax.

Exploring Mukti-Mukta Rok breaking the ocean of Bhabha.

Ore o bhola man, bhola man re. ”

Suddenly the song stopped. “Who is he? Dad watching! Got it! But defeat. Again, you will be dragged into the dark well of the world. I had to flee. "

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Fakir hurried into a nearby house. The old man was sitting quietly smoking a cigarette. Seeing Fakir entering the house, he asked, "Who are you?"

Fakir. Dad, I'm a monk.

Old man Monk! Let's see, Dad, let's see the light.

After saying this, the old man leaned on the fakir's face, leaned on the light, read the book with great difficulty, observed the fakir's face and muttered.

“This is my buttermilk. That nose, that eye, only the forehead has changed, and that moon face is completely obsessed with the beard. ”

The old man affectionately put his hand on Fakir's beard twice, and said openly, "Baba Makhan!"

Needless to say, the old man's name is Sasthicharan.

Fakir. (Surprise) Butter! My name is not butter. Whatever my name used to be, now my name is Chidanandaswamy. If you want, you can also say ecstasy.

Sixth. Dad, tell it to me now and tell it to me, I can't forget that you are my butter, Dad. Dad, you left the family with no grief. What do you lack? Two wives; You don't love the big one, there is the small one. There is no sorrow for children. Seven daughters with ashes in the face of the enemy, one son. And, I am old father, someday I will live, your family will be yours.

Fakir was terrified and said, “What a defeat. It is scary to hear. ”

By this time the real thing became clear. He thought, 'What's wrong, let's hide here like the son of an old man for a day or two, after which I will run away from here as soon as my father leaves after failing to find me.'

Seeing Fakir unresponsive, the old man no longer had any doubts. Kesta called the servant and said, "Oh, Kesta, tell everyone you are gay, my butter is back."

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People are people in sight. Most of the people in the neighborhood said that. No one expressed doubts. But people are so eager to believe that everyone is skeptical of skeptics. It is as if they have come only to make fun of him; It is as if they are sitting on the fourteen-letter pier of the neighborhood with seventeen letters, if they can somehow shorten them, then the people of the neighborhood will be relieved. They don't believe in ghosts, they don't believe in magic; When everyone is shocked to hear the amazing story, they raise questions. It is a kind of atheist. But, there is no harm in disbelieving a ghost, so to disbelieve an old father's lost son is a heartless act. However, the group of skeptics stopped after being persecuted by everyone.

Instead of frowning at Fakir's unwavering seriousness, the people around him sat around him and said, "Hey, hey, that butter of ours has become a sage today, an ascetic - after spending forever with a joker, today suddenly Mahamuni has become a jamdagni."

The word seemed very bad to the well-meaning fakir, but he had to bear it helplessly. One of them came up to me and asked, "Oh, butter, you were so black, how did you lighten the color?"

Fakir replied, "Practicing yoga."

Everyone said, "What a wonderful effect of yoga."

One replied, “What a surprise. According to the scriptures, when Bhima went to grab Hanuman's tail, he could not lift anything. What happened to him. He did yoga. ”

Everyone had to admit this.

Henkale Sasthicharan came and said to Fakir, "Dad, I have to go inside the house once."

This possibility did not arise in Fakir's head - it suddenly entered his brain like a thunderbolt. Silent for a long time, he digested the unjust ridicule of the people of the neighborhood and finally said, "Father, I have become a monk, I will not be able to enter the inner city."

Addressing the people of Sashticharan Para, he said, “Then you have to raise your body once. Bring the girls here. They are very anxious. ”

Everyone got up. Fakir thought, ‘Now run from here.’ But as soon as he got out on the street, the people of the neighborhood would run after him like dogs, imagining that he had to sit quietly.

As Makhanlal's two wives entered, Fakir immediately bowed to them and said, "Mother, I am your child."

Immediately a bracelet-clad hand in front of the fakir's nose played like a sword and a brass voice rang out, "Ore o porakapale minse, tui ma balli kake!"

Immediately another voice, two more melodies, trembled loudly and shouted, “You are sitting with your head in your eyes! You don't die! ”

He did not have the habit of listening to such common Bengali from his wife, so he was very tired and said with his bare hands, “You are misunderstanding. I am standing in this light, look at me a little. ”

The first and the second later said, “I have seen a lot. Seeing that, the eyes have decayed. You are not a baby, you are not born today. Your baby teeth have been broken for a long time. How old are you? Shall we forget that you have forgotten Yam? ”

It is not possible to say how long such one-sided marital talk has been going on - because Fakir was completely speechless and was standing on the floor. At that time, hearing the loud noise and seeing people on the ground on the way, he entered the sixth stage.

He said, “My house was quiet for so long, there was no noise at all. Today, it seems, my butter is back. ”

Fakir said to the tax collector, "Mosquito, save me from your daughters-in-law."

Sixth. Dad, you came a long time later, so the first one feels a little unbearable. That, mother, you go now. Baba Makhan is here now, I'm not letting him go anywhere else.

When the two of them left, Fakir said to Sasthicharan, "Moshay, I can fully understand why your son has left the family. Mosquito, you know my prostration, I left. ”

The old man cried so loudly that the people of the neighborhood thought that Makhan had killed his father. They came running with a yawn. Everyone came and informed Fakir that such hypocrisy would not work here. You have to spend time like a good man's son. One said, "This is not a paramahansa, this is an absolute buck."

Fakir never had to hear such ugly things with a serious mustache and a tight neck. Anyway, lest the man escape again, the people of the neighborhood were very careful. The zamindar himself sided with Sasthicharan.

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Fakir saw such a strict guard that they would not leave the house unless he died. He sat alone in the room and started singing.

Listen to the words of the saint, what is the release

Accepting that rational tax.

Needless to say, the spiritual meaning of the song has faded a lot.

Even so, the day was spent somehow. But on hearing the news of Makhan's arrival, a bunch of sisters-in-law came and appeared.

As soon as they arrived, they grabbed the fakir's mustache and began to pull it - they said, this is not a real mustache, they have come together with glue to disguise.

It is difficult to maintain the greatness of a very noble person like a fakir if you hold the lower cave of the nose and pull it. Apart from this, there was also nuisance on the ears - firstly, rubbing, secondly, by using such language that even if the ear is not rubbed, the ear becomes red.

After this they began to order the fakir such songs as the great modern scholars who are reluctant to give any spiritual explanation. Again, while they were asleep, they smeared limestone on the fakir's short hair; During the meal he arranged kachu instead of kesur, hookah water instead of coconut water, pithali-gola instead of milk; Putting betel nuts under the pindra, he threw it down, made a tail, and in a thousand conventional ways brought down the impenetrable seriousness of the fakir.

Fakir could not instill fear in the minds of the intruders. Only the public began to laugh more and more. On top of this again the sweet laughter of a sweet voice from time to time could be heard; It seemed to be known and the mind became doubly impatient.

Familiar voices are not unfamiliar to the reader. Suffice it to say that Shishticharan is the uncle of Haimbati. After marriage, Haimbati, who was orphaned by her mother-in-law, sometimes took refuge in one or another family home. Many days later he came to his uncle's house and watched a very funny performance from behind the scenes. Characteristic scholars will decide whether vengeance was aroused by the natural color of Haimbati at that time; We are unable to say.

People related to jokes used to rest from time to time, but it is difficult to get rid of people related to jokes. Seven daughters and one son do not leave him one sentence. Their mother had appointed them to take possession of their father's affections. There was a quarrel between the two mothers again, both of them tried to get their child more affection. Both of them were always provoking their children - the two groups were trying to win each other over by embracing their fathers, sitting on their laps, kissing their faces and so on.

Needless to say, Fakir's man was very indifferent, otherwise he could not have left his children alone. Children do not know how to do devotion, they have not learned to be overwhelmed by piety, so Fakir was not at all attached to children; He wanted to keep them away from their bodies like insects. Recently, he has become obsessed with children and locusts and has become as adorned as a historical essay from beginning to end with the small notes of Bourgeois Orr. There was a great deal of age difference between them, and not all of them treated him as an adult; Tears were often shed in the eyes of a pure fakir and that was not a tear of joy.

When the next boys called him 'Baba Baba' in various tunes, he wanted to use his deadly brutal power, but he could not be afraid. He used to sit in silence with his face and eyes distorted.

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Lawyer.

Lawyer.