রবীন্দ্রনাথ ঠাকুরের ছোট গল্প সমগ্র

The daughter's father could perform Sabur, but the groom's father did not want to perform Sabur. He saw that the girl was past the age of marriage, but in a few days the time to suppress her in a polite or rude manner would also pass. The age of the girl is illegitimately increased, but the relative importance of the money is still slightly higher than that, hence the rush. I was the groom, so it was unnecessary to verify my opinion on marriage. I have done my work, F.A. I passed and got a scholarship. So the two sides of Prajapati, the daughter and the groom, were frequently disturbed. In our country a person who is once married has no more worries about marriage. When he gets a taste of meat, his attitude towards his wife is like that of a tiger towards man. Irrespective of the condition and age, he has no hesitation in filling the need of a wife. I see all the doubts and worries of our new students. With the repeated proposal of marriage, the ripe hair of their father's side becomes raw again and again with the blessing of Kalpa, and at the first light of Ghatkali, their raw hair is about to become ripe overnight. I am telling the truth, I do not have such strange anxiety. On the contrary, the word of marriage started blowing south wind in my mind. One of the quirks of curious imagination fell into a whisper. For those who have to memorize five-seven chapters of Burke's French Revolution notes, this attitude is wrong. If there was any fear of my writing being approved by the Textbook Committee, I would have been careful. But what am I doing? This is a story that I sat down to write a novel. Little did I know that my writing would begin in such a tone. I thought that the clouds of years of pain, which have become black and frozen, will be extinguished by heavy rain like the stormy rain of Baisakhsandha. But, I could not write a children's book in Bengali, because I have not read the grammar of Sanskrit fascination; And, I could not write poetry, because my mother tongue has not blossomed in my life so that I can bring out my heart. That's why I see, the cremator monk inside me is laughing and mocking you. What will you do without doing it? His tears have dried up. The cry of the elder is the tearless cry of the elder. I will not give the real name of the person I was married to. Because, there is no danger of controversy among archaeologists taking his name in the history of the world. The copper plate on which his name is engraved is my heart. I can't think of that name and pot ever disappearing. But, in the immortal world where it remained indestructible, there is no historian. I want a name for him in this article. Well, I named him Shishir. Because, in the dew, laughter and tears are completely united, and in the dew, the talk of the morning comes and ends in the morning. Shishir was only two years younger than me. However, it is not that my father was not in favor of Gauridan. His father was a staunch anti-socialist, having no faith in the traditional religious practices of the country; He studied Kashia English. My father is fiercely social; In our society, in Sadar or inside, in Deuri or Khidki, such things related to him are to be found, because, he also studied Kashia English. The views of both grandfather and father are two different figures of rebellion. Nothing is simple. However, the reason why my father married me to an older girl was because the dowry amount was also bigger because the girl was older. Shishir is the only daughter of my father-in-law. The father believed that all the money of the daughter's father was filling the womb of the future son-in-law. My father-in-law had no particular opinion. He used to do great work under a king of a mountain in the west. His mother died when Shishi was in her arms. My father-in-law did not notice that the girl was growing up year after year. There was no one in his society who would point a finger at him. The dew turned sixteen in due course; But it is sixteen of nature, not sixteen of society. No one advised him to be careful of his age, he did not even look back at his age. I was in my third year of college, I was nineteen, and I got married. Let the two sides fight and bleed to death over whether the age is suitable according to the society or according to the social reformer, but I say, that age is no less good for the matrimonial relationship as it is for passing the exam. Marriage dawned in the glimpse of a single photograph. I used to memorize the reading. A joker relative placed a picture of Dew on my desk and said, "Read real this time — break your neck." A picture taken by a clumsy craftsman. There was no mother, so no one tried to fake her by pulling her hair, tying her hair with lace, wearing a Jabarjang jacket from Saha or Mallik company, to forget the groom's eyes. A heavy simple face, two simple eyes, and a simple saree. But, I cannot tell what the glory is all in all. For example, sitting on a stool, a striped sarchanch hanging behind, a bouquet of flowers in a vase on a teepee beside it. And, two bare feet under the curved hem of the saree on the carpet. As soon as I touched the golden wand of my mind on the picture of Pott, he woke up in my life. How those two black eyes kept searching in the middle of all my thoughts. And, the two bare feet under that curved bank took my heart as its Padmasana. The pages of the calendar kept turning; Two or three weddings are delayed, father-in-law's leave is no longer matched. On the other hand, a precocious four-five months is conspiring to push my age limit from nineteen years to a useless twenty years. He became angry with his father-in-law and his master. Be that as it may, the wedding day came just before dawn. I remember every line of Sanai that day. I touched every moment of that day with all my consciousness. May those nineteen years of mine remain indelible in my life. All around the commotion at the wedding; In the middle of it, the gentle hand of the daughter fell on my hand. What else is so surprising. My mind kept repeating, 'I got it, I got it. ' Who did I get? This is rare, this is human, there is no end to its mystery. My father-in-law's name is Gauri Shankar. He is like Mita of the Himalayas in which he lived. At the height of his seriousness a steady smile rose. And those who knew him would not want to leave him, searching for the one fountain of love that was within his heart. Before returning to work, my father-in-law called me and said, "Father, I have known my daughter for seventeen years, and I only knew you for these few days, yet she remained in your hands." May you understand the value of the wealth that I have given you, there is no greater blessing. " Everyone who cares about him repeatedly assured him, "Don't worry about it, dear." Just as your daughter left her father and came here, she found both her father and mother. " After that, the father-in-law smiled as he said goodbye to his daughter; He said, "Old woman, let's go." This is your only father, I am not responsible if anything is lost or stolen or destroyed from today. " The girl said, "That's it." If there is a loss somewhere, you have to compensate it. " Finally, he repeatedly warned his father about all the things that happened to him. My father-in-law did not have enough restraint in food, had a few misadventures, his special addiction to it - it was a daughter's job to prevent her father from all those temptations as much as possible. So today he held his father's hand and said anxiously, "Father, you keep my word - will you keep it?" Baba laughed and said, "People break bets to get out of breath, so it's safer not to talk." " After that, when the father left, the house fell into chaos. No one knows what happened after that. A group of curious in-laws saw and heard the tearless farewell of father and daughter from the next room. Surprise! Staying in the country of Khotta has become Khotta! There is absolutely no illusion! My father-in-law's friend Banmali Babui arranged Abad's marriage. He is also known to our family. He said to my father-in-law, "You have only one daughter in the world. Now take a house next to them and spend your life here.” He said, "I wasted what I gave." Looking back now, it will be sad. There is no such irony as giving up rights to keep rights." After all, he took me to the shelter and said, like a criminal, hesitantly, “My daughter likes to read books, and she also loves to feed people. I don't want to disturb Behai for that. I will sometimes send you money. Would your father be angry if he found out." I was surprised to hear the question. If there is money in the world from any side, father will get angry, I have never seen him in such a bad mood. As if giving a bribe, my father-in-law hurriedly left with a one hundred rupee note in my hand; He did not bow to me. I saw from behind, this time a handkerchief came out of the pocket. I sat down and started thinking. I understood that they are a different kind of people. I saw many friends getting married. As soon as the mantra is recited, the wife is swallowed in one gulp. After reaching Pakyantra, various qualities of this substance may be revealed and inner anxiety is present from time to time, but nothing stands in the way. But I understood at the wedding ceremony, the family runs on whatever the wife gets through the mantra of charity, but fifteen-anna remains. I suspect, most people marry, never get a wife, and don't know they haven't got one; Even their wives did not catch this news for the rest of their lives. But, he was the treasure of my pursuit; He is not my property, he is my wealth. Dew — No, this name was no longer used. It is not his name, nor is it his identity. He is constant like the sun; He is not the tear drop of farewell of short-lived Usha. What will happen is kept secret. His real name is Haimanti. I saw that all the light of youth has come upon this seventeen-year-old girl, but she has not yet woken up from the lap of youth. It is as if the morning light has fallen on the ice of the peak, but the ice has not yet melted. I know how immaculately white he is, how intensely pure he is. I had a thought in my mind that, an educated older girl, I don't know how to get her mind. But, in a very short time, I saw that there is no intersection between the road of the mind and the road of the bookstore. When a little color caught on his white mind, his eyes felt a little dizzy, when his whole body and mind became eager, I can't say exactly. This is one sided thing. There is another side too, it's time to explain it in detail. My father-in-law's job in the royal family. Rumors have speculated about the amount of money he had in the bank, but none of them came below a lakh. The result of this was that, as his father's price increased, Haimar Adar also stayed at home. He is anxious to learn the workings of our house, but mother very lovingly does not allow him to touch anything. Even, the maid who had come with Himar from the mountains, though they did not allow him to enter their house, did not even ask him about his caste, lest he should hear an awkward answer. The days passed like this, but suddenly one day the father's face looked very dark. The matter is this — my father-in-law gave Rs 15,000 in cash and Rs 5,000 in jewelery for my marriage. Father got news from a broker friend of his, out of which he had to borrow and collect fifteen thousand rupees, the interest is not at all small. Rumors of lakhs of rupees are completely false. Although he never had any discussion with my father about the amount of my father-in-law's property, he decided, I don't know, on what grounds, to deliberately deceive him for his sake. After that, father had an idea, my father-in-law Raja's Chief Minister-something-something. He came to know that he is the principal of the education department there. The father said, that is, the head master of the school - the highest among all the noble positions in the world. Father had a big hope that I will be the royal minister when my father-in-law retires from work today or tomorrow. At such times, the family members of the country came and gathered at our house in Calcutta on the occasion of Ras. Seeing the daughter, a whisper fell between them. The whispering gradually rose from the suffocation. A grandmother from a distant relationship said, "My forehead is burnt! At that age, my granddaughter also failed me. " Another grandmother said, "If we are not going to give up, why would Apu go to fetch a wife from outside?" " My mother said very loudly, "Oma, what is she talking about?" The wife is only eleven years old, this coming Falgun will turn twelve. In the country of Khotta, people eat dal roti, so it has increased. " Grandmother said, "Son, I still don't see so much with my eyes. The daughter-in-law must have grown old with you.” Mother said, “The wrestling we saw. " It is true. But there is evidence in the court itself, the age of the girl is seventeen. The elders said, "There is no more cheating in boxing." " This led to a fierce argument, even a dispute. At that time Haim came and was present. A grandmother asked, "Granddaughter, tell me how old you are." " Mother winked at him and pointed. Haim did not understand his meaning; Said, "Seventeen." " Mother got busy and said, "You don't know. " Haim said, “I know, I am seventeen. " The grandmothers slapped each other. Getting angry at the stupidity of the bride, the mother said, "You know everything!" Your father said that you are eleven. " Haim was shocked and said, "Father said?" never " Mother said, "Surprised." Behai said in front of me, and the girl said "never"! Saying this, he closed his eyes once more. Now Haim understood the meaning of the gesture; The voice said more firmly, "Father can never say such things." " Mother raised her throat and said, "You want to call me a liar?" " Haim said, “My father never tells a lie. " After this, the more the mother began to abuse, the more the ink of the words spread and spread on all sides. The mother angrily told the father about her daughter-in-law's stupidity and even more stubbornness. Baba called Haim and said, "The eldest daughter's daughter is seventeen, is it a matter of great pride, so you have to beat the veil?" All this will not work here, I promise. " Alas, how did the father's honeyed fifth tone towards his wife sound like such a hoot today. Haim was distressed and asked, “What should I say if someone asks my age? " Father said, "There is no need to lie, you say, 'I don't know;' My mother-in-law knows. " After listening to the advice on how not to lie, Haim remained silent in such a way that the father realized that his good advice was wasted. My head went to him to be sorry for the misfortune of Haimar. That day, I saw that the simple and generous look in his eyes, like the autumn morning sky, had faded into a doubt. He looked at my face like a frightened deer. He thought, 'I don't know them. ' That day I had bought a book of English poetry for him. He took the book in his hand and slowly placed it on his lap, without opening it once. I picked up his hand and said, "Haim, don't be angry with me." I will never hurt your truth. I am bound by your truth. " Haim smiled a little without saying anything. He who is given that smile does not need to say anything. Since father's financial prosperity, pujacharana has been going on in our house with renewed enthusiasm to perpetuate God's grace. So far in all those activities the bride of the house has not been called. The new bride was ordered to perform a puja for one day; He said, “Mother, tell me what to do. " It is not supposed to break the sky on anyone's head, because everyone knew that the motherless daughter was a human being. But, the purpose of this order is only to shame Haima. All of them put their hands on their cheeks and said, "Oma, what is this?" This is the daughter of an atheist. Now Lakshmi has left this world, and there is no delay. " On this occasion, what should not be said was said to Haimar's father. Haim has endured everything in silence ever since he gave air of harsh words. He did not even shed a tear in front of anyone for a day. Today, his big eyes started to water. He stood up and said, "You know - everyone calls my father a sage in that country?" " Sage says! A full smile fell. After this, when mentioning his father, he was often called your Rishi Baba! It made our family understand that this girl's place is better than anyone else's. In fact, my father-in-law is neither a Brahmin, nor a Christian, and may not even be an atheist. He never even thought about devarchana. He has taught and listened to his daughter a lot, but he has never given her any advice about God. Banmali Babu asked him once. He said, “If I teach what I do not understand, I will only teach hypocrisy. " Anthapura Haimar was a true devotee, she is my younger sister Narani. He had to endure many beatings for saying that he loved his wife. I used to hear all the insults of Himar during the Sansarayatra from him. I didn't hear from Haimer even for a day. He could not bring these words to his mouth out of shyness. He is not ashamed of himself. Haim would let me read all the letters he got from his father. The letters are short but full of juice. He also used to show me all the letters written to father. Her marriage could not have been complete if she had not shared her relationship with her father with me. There was not even a hint of complaint about the in-laws in his letter. It could have been dangerous. I have heard from Narani that her letters were sometimes opened to find out what was written about her in-laws. Finding no evidence of guilt in the letter did not calm the mind of the superiors. I think they were disappointed. Bisham got annoyed and started saying, "What are these frequent letters for?" Father is everything, we are nothing. ” Many unpleasant words started going on with this. I got angry and said to Haim, "Give your father's letter to me and not to anyone else. I will post when I go to college. " Haim was surprised and asked, "Why?" " I didn't answer him out of shame. Now everyone in the house started saying, "Apu's head has been eaten this time. B.A. Degree studies continued. What is the son's fault? " He is. The fault is all in the mind. His fault is that he is seventeen; It is his fault that I love him; His fault is this rule of God, so the whole sky is playing the flute in the holes of my heart today. B.A. degree I could have put in the oven reluctantly but I bet on the welfare of my heart, I will pass and pass well. There were two reasons why I felt it was possible to save this prize in that situation — firstly, there was such an expanse of sky in Haimar's love that he did not keep his mind bound in narrow attachments, a heavy healthy air of that love flowed around. Second, the books required to be read for the exam were not impossible to read together with Hymer. I tried to pass the exam. One Sunday afternoon I was sitting in the outer room plowing through the special lines of Martino's characterization book with a blue pencil, when my eyes suddenly fell outside. On the north side of the courtyard in front of my house is a staircase leading to the inner courtyard. A single window is sometimes placed on his body. Look, Haim is sitting quietly in one of his windows and looking towards the west. On that side, the kanchan tree in the garden of the Malliks is covered with pink flowers. Pushed my chest and gave a push; A cover of carelessness in the mind was torn. I have never seen this form of silent deep pain so clearly. Nothing, I could only see his sitting posture. One arm rests on lap and other rests, head leaning against wall, loose hair over left shoulder and falling over chest. My chest heaved. My own life is so full that I don't notice any emptiness anywhere. Today I suddenly saw a very big pit of despair very close to me. How can I fulfill it? I don't have to give up anything. No relatives, no habits, nothing. Haim all fellas have come to me. I have not thought about how much it is. He sits on the thorn of humiliation in our world; I have also shared that bed with him. I was united with Haimar in that sorrow, it did not separate us. But, this Girinandini has become a person in a great liberation in the seventeen-year period. In what pure truth and generous light His nature has become so straight white and strong. So far I have not been able to fully feel how despondently and cruelly Haim was separated from her, for I had no equal seat with him there. Haim who was dying moment by moment in his heart. I can give it all but I cannot release it — where is it in myself? That's why in the streets of Calcutta, through the gaps of those towers, his silent mind talks with the silent sky; And one day at night I woke up suddenly and saw that he was not in bed, he was lying on the roof with his head on his hands and his face raised to the stars in the sky. Martino continued reading. I began to think, what to do. From childhood I had no end of shyness before my father—I never had the courage or the habit of courting him face to face. I could not stay that day. Feeling ashamed, I sat down and told him, "My wife's body is not good, she should be sent to her father." Dad is totally confused. There was no doubt in my mind that it was Haim who had introduced me to such an unprecedented competition. Then he got up and went to the entrance and asked Haim, "I tell you, woman, what is the cause of your illness." " Haim said, “There is no disease. " Baba thought, this answer is to show brilliance. But, we didn't understand that Hema's body was getting dry day by day. One day Banmali Babu was surprised to see him, "Ah, what is this?" Haimi, how do you look! Didn't you get sick?" Haim said, “No. " Days or decades after this incident, nothing was said, nothing was said, suddenly my father-in-law came and was present. Banmali Babu must have written to him about Haimar's body. After the wedding, the daughter choked your tears while saying goodbye to her father. Now on the day of the meeting, as father held his chin and lifted his face, Haimar's tears did not obey. Father could not say a word; He didn't even ask how are you. My father-in-law saw something on his daughter's face that broke his heart. Haim took his father's hand and took him to the bedroom. There are many things to ask. His father's body is not looking good either. Father asked, "Old woman, will you go with me?" " Haim said like Kangal, "I will go." " Father said, "Well, I am fixing everything." " If the father-in-law had not been very worried, then he would have understood by entering this house that he is no longer here. Considering his sudden appearance as a nuisance, the father did not say a word. My father-in-law remembered that his sake had once repeatedly assured him that when he would be able to take his happy daughter home. He could not even remember that this truth could be otherwise. Father puffed on his tobacco and said, "Oh, I can't say anything, once it's inside the house—" I knew what it meant to refer to the house-within. I understand, nothing will happen. Nothing happened. The woman's body is not good! Such a big unfair slander! Father-in-law himself brought a good doctor for examination. "A change of air is necessary," said the doctor, "or there may suddenly be a severe convulsion." " Baba laughed and said, "Suddenly a strong attack can happen to everyone. Is it another thing? " My father-in-law said, "You know, he's a famous doctor, what does he say—" Father said, "I have seen so many doctors. By virtue of Dakshina, all the scholars get all the provisions and all the doctors get the certificates for all the diseases! " Hearing this, my father-in-law was completely stunned. Haim understood that his father's proposal had been humiliatingly rejected. His mind became completely wooden. I didn't wear it anymore. I went to my father and said, "I will take Haim." " Baba roared, “Bate re — ” etc. etc. Some of my friends have asked me why I didn't do what I said. It would have happened if he took his wife and forced her out. Why didn't I go? Why! If I don't push Satyadharma to folk religion, if I can't sacrifice people from home to home, then what is the teaching of many ages in my blood to do? do you know I was also there when the people of Ayodhya demanded to give up Sita. And I am one of those who have been singing about the glory of that sacrifice for ages. And, that day, I wrote an article in the monthly paper describing the merits of abandoning one's wife for the sake of entertainment. Who knew that one day I would have to write the story of the second Sita Visharjan with the blood of my chest. It was time to say goodbye to father and daughter once again. This time, both of them have a smile on their faces. The daughter reprimanded with a smile and said, "Father, if you ever come running to see me in this house, I will make a closet in the house." " Father said with a smile, "If I come again, I will come with Sindhka." " After this, I never saw that sweet smile on Haimar's face even for a day. I can't tell what happened after that. I hear, mother is looking for a bride. Maybe one day I won't be able to ignore my request, it may be possible. Because — wait, what is the work!