fहndi - Mahatma Gandhi Antarrashtriya Hindi Vishwavidyalaya
fहndi - Mahatma Gandhi Antarrashtriya Hindi Vishwavidyalaya fहndi - Mahatma Gandhi Antarrashtriya Hindi Vishwavidyalaya
Doodhnath SinghNapaniSanjay Devfgndi •“Turn off the transistor,” Father told his son just as the car started."Why the heck, listen in to all this tittle-tattle? Is that news? Whothe hell is doing and saying what, does that in any way matterto us? All useless stuff.” He said snappishly.Seeing the angry mien of father, son turned the transistor off."Though indeed, I was just going to listen in to the songs" hesaid by way of explanation.”"Will songs and stuff like that give you bread and butter?" beratedfather. He turned back. Seated behind were his wife, daughter andtwo children of his elder son. The children squirmed at the angrystare of grandpa."And where is that Napani?” Father asked.Son said that Napani, Adhikariji and chaprasi were in the carjust behind theirs.“How far is Bhagalpur?" Queried father.He was told the distance to Bhagalpur. Father took out a shabbywallet, opened it and counted tenners in it.“At how many places the goon tax will have to be forked out!”Father asked the driver."Wherever you will come across an obstacle comprising brick,bamboo, timber and such stuff,” the driver said looking at theApril-June 2013 :: 101
stretching road ahead."And how much?" Father asked."The bigger the goon, the higher thetax." Told the driver.Lest you come to know it might justbe anything."But we will have to keep account. Willhave to make up for it from the girl's father.Why foot the bill?" Father said matterof-factly."That's fair, sahib" The driver said."And how the rest will go on,remember do you?” Father asked the son.Befitting a submissive and obedientson, the son nodded in affirmation."Now you are an officer. You have aposition. You have a price. Things weredifferent when you were a rolling stone;when you were at the mercy of thosebloody examiners and members. Now itis entirely different. This is just about thetime to avenge the society. It should notbe like on seeing the girl you went weakon her and started slobbering. Your habitsweren't good earlier, but now you are anofficer. And see, I am not going to fallfor any pretence. All such fellows are craftylike crows. Tread carefully and don't showsigns of acquiescence. No political debateeither. I pretty well understand this politicalgame. All these people are living in plentifulhomes and preach others the value ofRamrajya (righteous living). To projectoneself in fair light is the way of the world.You are still naive. When you are seasoned,you will understand. You are thin- skinnedyet; and hence susceptible. I'm afraid youwill have your tail between your legs whenchips are down. Shyness and regard willget the better of you. And the girl's fatheris a minor leader — an MLA of communistparty. So he will definitely boast. Willdisplay simplicity. Will be extra kind. Willtry to snare us through talks. All this willbe a ruse. All the sublime talks in this worldare designed for hoodwinking. Through allthese sophistical things, he will try todistract our attention from the girl. Willpresent her all made-up, with enough facepainting. You don't have to fall for thatmake-believe.- got that?" turning his necksideways, father looked at his officer son.Looking askance the son winked hisacceptance."When we were trapped, did anyonefeel for us? That rascal father-in-law ofPremlata! He demanded horoscope. Weproduced and he gave us the run aroundfor three months, kept fathoming us, andwhen he found the alliance won't work,he evasively said the girl's horoscopeshowed no sign of offspring. And whenI showed him the colour of crisp currency,shoved five lacs up his fissured ass, itbrought about the missing sign of offspring.How the heck Premlata is now a motherof four. I sacrificed my life to make money,scrimped and saved, without letting go evena single penny waste. My entire fund wasused up. I am gone broke and now I toosuffer from fissure. I too will take revenge.You are the society and I will treat you102 :: April-June 2013fgndi •
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Doodhnath SinghNapaniSanjay Devfgndi •“Turn off the transistor,” Father told his son just as the car started."Why the heck, listen in to all this tittle-tattle? Is that news? Whothe hell is doing and saying what, does that in any way matterto us? All useless stuff.” He said snappishly.Seeing the angry mien of father, son turned the transistor off."Though indeed, I was just going to listen in to the songs" hesaid by way of explanation.”"Will songs and stuff like that give you bread and butter?" beratedfather. He turned back. Seated behind were his wife, daughter andtwo children of his elder son. The children squirmed at the angrystare of grandpa."And where is that Napani?” Father asked.Son said that Napani, Adhikariji and chaprasi were in the carjust behind theirs.“How far is Bhagalpur?" Queried father.He was told the distance to Bhagalpur. Father took out a shabbywallet, opened it and counted tenners in it.“At how many places the goon tax will have to be forked out!”Father asked the driver."Wherever you will come across an obstacle comprising brick,bamboo, timber and such stuff,” the driver said looking at theApril-June 2013 :: 101