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stood in a queue, like children praying. Those same people. At the end of the queue stood the girl who would sometimes lift the veil of her burqa and look at me…Very beautiful that girl was, full of the very meaning of life, a sacred being. Whenever I looked at her, I would wonder …It was very strange. The people I was most afraid of were people who looked simple, innocent and were like my own friends.’ ‘But one day something went wrong. At the Quetta station, when they were linking the water tanker to the engine, its cuff-link broke. The water tanker was removed from there. The load was ready, but there was no water tanker with it. I looked at the Kanmitrazai station from a distance. I had the run-through signal. And there were those people standing with empty buckets. There was no water tanker attached to the engine. Had I wanted, I would have taken my goods train past the run-through signal. But I stopped the train near that crowd. There were people standing there. There were empty buckets. There was I. And there was the goods train too. But there was no water tanker attached to it. People stood there disappointed for some time and then they began to leave. That beautiful girl, whose name was Nazia, stood quietly at a distance for a while and then walking up to me, said in a voice full of great sadness, ‘You did not bring water today, Babu Saib?’ There was such sorrow in her voice that I cannot describe it. I wish I had thousands of clouds then. I would have asked all those clouds to rain there. For some time I only stood there, feeling embarrassed. Then I tried to explain the situation to her. After she had listened me out she said, ‘For the last two days, no one has stopped the train here. Today all of us had come with great hope.’ I looked at her. She was wearing a burqa. But I could see tears in her eyes. The next day, the driver who was to take the train fell ill. No one wanted to do duty in the place of another driver. But I was ready to go. When I reached Kanmitrazai station with the water tanker, people were very happy to see me. ‘Raka you did a good thing,’ his old driver friend said. ‘Definitely, he did a good thing,’ the other said. With a sigh Raka Masih said, ‘I had joined on the condition that I would work in a remote area for two years. But even before my two years were over, I was transferred to Jalandhar. When I told the people of Kanmitrazai about my transfer, they became sad. Nazia lifted the veil of her burqa and looked at me. I saw that she was actually weeping. That day they 92 :: January-March 2012
filled their buckets without saying anything. After taking water, they remained standing there. I said to them that I would return after three days…for the last time. But I could not go there for the last time. My load was cancelled and after that I was transferred to Jalandhar…Probably they had been waiting for me. Friends, waiting is a very painful thing. If it changes into memory, it haunts you all your life.’ In the course of telling the story Raka Masih suddenly fell silent. His voice had become the voice of a man who was inwardly broken. He was unable to continue. Words did not come to him. Eventually, all his friends rose from the bench and left. Only the sound of the mouth organ floated in the emptiness of the night. Only the memories of Raka and Kanmitrazai remained. Courtesy : Doaba Quarterly Gyan Prakash Vivek : born 1949, Bahadurgarh, Rohtak, is a contemporary Hindi author of fiction and poetry. Has published a good number of books, some of which are : dhoop ke hastakshar; darar se jhankti roshni (poetry) alag alag dishayen; Shekhar gavah hai (Short stories) gali number 13, Akhet, chai ka doosra cup (novels). He also writes ghazals. He lives in Bahadurgarh, Haryana. Dr. Ravi Nandan Sinha, edits The Quest, a journal of Indian literature and culture established in 1987. Sahitya Akademi and National Book Trust India have published his translations of poetry and fiction. Member, Sahitya Akademi awards committee. Presently, Head, PG Department of English, St. Xavier’s College (Autonomous). He lives in Ranchi. January-March 2012 :: 93
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A Journal of Mahatma Gandhi Antarra
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L A N G U A G E DISCOURSE W R I T I
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Editor's Note ‘Hindi’ is primar
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Heritage EK TOKRI BHAR MITTI Madhav
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Discourse THE IMPORTANCE OF MADHAV
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nationalism into literature; societ
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1. History of India, and other coun
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anch of knowledge— natural and so
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country, growing indignation at the
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the consciousness of the colonized
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and we rise above religious dogma,
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forces of liberty and patriotism tr
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his thoughts boldly, without fear.T
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characteristics of the age in which
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For, when father having been engage
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and panegyrists going and singing p
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I burst forth, ‘‘Aha, Niuniya!
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aid. The flower was punished forthw
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years in this guileful world I roam
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form. Now, once again there was a s
Page 41 and 42: Discourse LIFE AND IDEALS OF PREMCH
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Page 45 and 46: Discourse THE CONCEPT OF INDIANNESS
Page 47 and 48: of first novel goes to the Genji Mo
Page 49 and 50: untouchable boy. The boy is from
Page 51 and 52: eligious leaders. Premchand in his
Page 53 and 54: · Partition of India and growth of
Page 55 and 56: 2) Ghar ki Raah, Indra Basawada, Sa
Page 57 and 58: Sahai, Nagendra, Bhagwat Sharan Upa
Page 59 and 60: two women (Rekha and Gaura) simulta
Page 61 and 62: significant. Since real aspects lik
Page 63 and 64: Another very major challenge that e
Page 65 and 66: students of Dacca University had ta
Page 67 and 68: Culture THE BHARATNATYAM HERITAGE I
Page 69 and 70: and her husband also migrated to Ho
Page 71 and 72: for her has been the one at Chidamb
Page 73 and 74: long years? Pallav—Did it reflect
Page 75 and 76: publicising myself and my writing b
Page 77 and 78: Short Story BUDHIA Ramvriksha Benip
Page 79 and 80: find her carrying loads of grass on
Page 81 and 82: pat the other’s back, and with he
Page 83 and 84: tea break, it would also be a break
Page 85 and 86: There was a mouth organ in Raka Mas
Page 87 and 88: He was watching me in a strange man
Page 89 and 90: and bowed before the engine. I saw
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Page 95 and 96: clamp of the sounds is gripping him
Page 97 and 98: The speaker fell silent all at once
Page 99 and 100: That day, he came down from the off
Page 101 and 102: sizes of boats of their respective
Page 103 and 104: in the night?’ ’Yes, you take i
Page 105 and 106: sound coming from all the flats. He
Page 107 and 108: got up and came in the balcony. A d
Page 109 and 110: “Who’s playing on the piano, Nu
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Page 115 and 116: He thinks we are fools and will nev
Page 117 and 118: “Good evening. You may take this
Page 119 and 120: I want to make sure that everything
Page 121 and 122: When I went to meet the sisters thr
Page 123 and 124: do not want to starve to death befo
Page 125 and 126: admired and appreciated. In the 70s
Page 127 and 128: there, Nishant invited all of us to
Page 129 and 130: Short Story MANTO IN MY DREAM Musha
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Page 133 and 134: Discourse WOMEN’S LIBERATION : UT
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Page 137 and 138: to an extent, altered it, and allow
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of women’s emancipation will real
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Pursuing rigidly, A fixed desire. I
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Poetry FIVE POEMS Chandrakant Deota
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Why spurn their appeal hidden in, M
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IN A CONFLICTING WORLD Far…far be
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And make it a part of our very bein
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The warning bell does not ring once
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The cremation ground too became sad
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them. The author belongs to an army
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