Short story
Explosion
-Rajnarayan Bohre
Police van has come again and stayed in the locality. Who knows this time? This sequence continues for the last five days. Every day this van n comes and catches one of the locality. Some have been accused of conspiring to set fire to Kakaji's field, some have been accused of robbing bullock carts on the culvert in the village three days ago. The farmer is understanding what is happening. But he is a government employee, and he is a consummate rural leader.
Kisan is the son of this village. It has grown up in the same soil. When he was younger he too has grazed cattle. Kisan's father Thakur Singram Singh was Kafaju Shivram Singh's paternal brother in the relationship, but the relationship and fraternity bets have never existed between the poor and the rich.
Then one day the tired father returned home looking more sick. He had a severe fever, his body was meditating. The fever subsided a little in the morning. The farmer was buried while running, telling Kakaju that today Dada has fever, you will not be able to sleep. Havildar Pirtheesingh went to the house groping him and had picked up the father himself. Kisan had also reached the farm behind Dada. He was surprised that the father was running away in this condition too.
At the third time the door shouted lightly - Physics, take a little grandfather. He is very sick.
Outside the bullock cart I was the unconscious body of my father, he was taken off and brought inside.
Later, my father did not become conscious for three days. The senses did not come, yes Yamraj had come that night, and had taken the father - with him.
Thirtee-h-ha-havildar Pirathi Singh had picked up and dumped his belongings from the house where he lived till now. Kisan's maternal uncle lived in the town, he came and took both of them to Liva.
Kisan did his BA and MA while staying in the town, and got
involved in the job, applied for every small job , interviewed. But is it easy to get a noackery? There was no MLA nor any uncle minister, so he was disappointed everywhere. After stumbling from everywhere, he caught the education department and incidentally got an appointment in his own village - the teacher. Throughout the day, the children of the village were educated in the school and in the evening, sitting on the chaupal, they talked with the people of the world. He began to rub in the village.
Center for informal education opened in village. The villagers came in contact with government officials. People became aware. Some sent their children to the town of Yen-ken-type. At the end of one and a half years, the village turned into a village. An officer from the district tehsil - enthusiastic people would surround him, for the problems of the village. Sometimes electricity, sometimes health, and sometimes reports were given for the road. Kisan himself always remained behind and motivated those people to talk. They started learning to talk.
Kakaju went to Bhunna and complained in writing to the District Education Officer that the official teacher named Kisan was involved in political activities, with this complaint he also handed over some amount to the District Education Officer.
Do not know what he fed, that the police was suddenly activated. Only those who were sometimes Kakaju's herdsmen or servants were found guilty for all the crimes in the area, from the jokes like Laturi, Milda, Phulla to juveniles like Tikam and Lalsigan, Kisan was activated. Today is the sixth day, while walking this cycle. He has written to everyone, even to the newspaper, but there is no response yet. The farmer is troubled within,
"Masterji is calling you a prisoner". A soldier was interrupting him. He saw that he was carrying the stick in his hand, instead of Wayne.
Kissan Muskarani, today it is my turn, then said, "Okay brother, I'll go."
He took off the shirt and put on a shirt shirt and walked with the soldier.
What was the crime on me - he was thinking. Theft riot or conspiracy, any of these will happen or it may be that there is no thought of any crime yet. Whatever is planted should be applied directly in the police station. This is often the case.
Hey, the whole village is gathered here, reaching to the whan and nodding his head. What is the matter?
The policeman looked at him and grumbled - you are under arrest Mr. Kishan.
'Will you tell my crime? '
You will find it all in the police station, sit in the van.
'Okay' he shrugged as he spoke and moved towards the door behind Wayne. Then a female voice interrupted him - 'Master sir, the police will not be able to catch you. First we will pass through our dead bodies and then will reach you. Wait you Do not sit in the car. '
He startled. Looking back, Laturi's illiterate wife Champa's eyes were torn with anger, she had stopped Kisan.
While shaking in Champa's yes, then all the women and children present there started screaming - 'No one can catch our master Saab.
Knowing who taught them this non-violent protest, they all started laying around the police van one by one. Seeing this, the police employees started to force.
The police officer staring at Master ji revealed his helplessness and Master ji ie Kisan smiled. His fire has now become a spark, it will explode soon. While thinking this, the mind was convinced. His mission is complete, the village will now be truly free - the village too, the poor and the women too.
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A translation of my hindi story
- Rajnarayan Bohre
L - 19 Housing Board Colony Datia (MP)
