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A Myth - A Poem

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  A Myth     "You are very lucky.", said Sujata to Anjali. Both Sujatha and Anjali lived in the village Meherpur. From childhood they were very close. They were the two parts of the same coin. Sujata lived with her parents and a brother, while Anjali lived in the village with her grandparents, maternal uncle and aunt. Her maternal uncle did not have any child, so they took Anjali from her mother Shyamali. Anjali had a sister and two brothers. Her parents lived with them in a village called Samarganj, nearly 15 km away from Meherpur.    Anjali studied and was married from Meherpur. Before marriage Sujata and Anjali were very close. They studied in the same class and in same school till higher secondary education. On any occasion colouring of hands with mehendi was a common practice of the village-girls. So it was for Sujata and Anjali. On Saraswati Puja, Lakshmi Puja, Durga Puja, Kali Puja, any school or village programme they, like other girls, coloured their ha...

Rs.100 vs Rs. 70 - A Short Story

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  Rs.100 vs Rs. 70   "See, how Rs. 70 is greater!", laughed Rashiklal. He was a shop-owner in the village Tasarpur. He dealt in stationery items. The shop was his only earning source and it provided him enough to meet his family needs.    Rashiklal's family consisted of his parents, his wife Rama, his two daughters - Mina and Rina. His parents were aged and could not to anything. They were under medication for old age problems. Rama was a home-maker. Mina and Rina were reading in Class V and VII respectively in the village high school, namely Radhakanta High School. Rashiklal was able to meet all his family expenses for his shop. It was running well.  Sumit also lived in Tasarpur village. He worked in other state and once or twice in a year he would come at home to see his family. From childhood Sumit and Rashiklal were friends. When Sumit would come to the village, he passed his whole day at Rashiklal's shop. They had a lot to talk, but every time they must me...

School Learning - A Short Story

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  School Learning     "Do we learn wrong in school?", asked Hari. Hari was a student of class VIII. He lived in the village Dumurkola. It was a small village with nearly 47 families. Hari lived with his parents. His father's name was Dinanath and Rohini was his mother. Dinanath was a tractor driver and he could support his family well. His only child was Hari who read in the local High School, namely Dumurkola High School.   Hari was a good student. He always remained within first, second or third in the final examination. In class V, he was second, in VI became third and in VII he stood first. So, he was the first boy in class VIII. The teachers had special attention on him. They always encouraged him to study attentively.    Hari was the favourite student of Rambabu, the Headmaster. Everyday he would go to Hari's class to look after his education. Hari was also a very obedient student. Whatever task he was given, he did that diligently. Everyone in the vi...

A Dirty Game - A Short Story

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A Dirty Game   There were simple people and the environment was pleasing. The villagers loved the village and society. Empathy, sympathy, harmony, co-operation prevailed there. If their could be any heaven, that was there. Yes, Mahapur village was a heaven on earth. The villagers were simple and so they were happy. Some of the villagers were Dhingra, Haran, Malik, Saran, Jiten, Hari etc. All of them lived happily in that village with their families. Dhingra was a barber, Haran was a cobbler, Malik would run a grocery shop, Saran was a hawker etc. - various were their professions. Yet, there was one thing common - they were honest and simple.    One day a customer gave five rupees more to Saran. He realised that at the end of the day after reaching home. Next day, though he was unwell and had to go to a doctor, he cycled 10km to the customer's house to return the extra money. Haran was poor and he could keep the money, but his honesty did not allow him to give that. The c...

Ideal Teacher- A Short Story

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  Ideal Teacher     "Alas! The more I know the less I respect", said Jamini to Nitish. Both of them lived in the village Naranpara. Jamini was a manager of a Small Finance Bank, while Nitish was a school teacher in a local primary school. They were good friends. Their childhood passed in the same village. From primary to high school they studied together in every class.   They had many memorable incidents. One of those happened with Jimini when they were in class VIII. Mr. Siva Narayan, their mathematics teacher, was teaching theory on the board. A boy suddenly pulled his hair and when Jamini turned back to see who pulled, Siva sir also turned back and his eyes fell on Jamini. As Siva sir was very angry, everybody thought that Jamini would have a good beating when he approached him. But to everyone's surprise, Siva sir advised Jamini that he should concentrate on his lesson when a teacher was teaching, only then he could obtain good marks and progress in life. Jamini...

Revenge of Time - A Short Story

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  Revenge of Time       "Time has taken its revenge", said Samir. He said this when a group of people were discussing about Ramakanta. Ramakant was the resident of the village Shivapur. He was the chairman of the village committee. In those days, the village committee was the main administrative wing for the upliftment of the village. It looked after all the government functions for the village. The committee consisted of a chairman and three members. The chairman was the deciding hand. So to become the chairman Ramakant shed little blood and also bribed a few.       Ramakanta made huge money after becoming the chairman, built multi-storeyed house, bought cars, land etc. He even plundered the local temple. Getting mad with power he forgot that natural justice. Ramakant was living happily with his family. His family consisted of his father, wife Nasha, two daughters and a son. Like Ramakanta, his wife was a makal-fruit, "a fruit which looks attra...

Wrong Choice - A Short Story

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  Wrong Choice       "You have made a wrong choice, my friend", said Ramalal to Srikanta. Both of them lived in the village Shantipur. Ramalal was a craftsman while Srikanth was a wholesaler. Ramalal's family consisted of his wife and his two children - Rima and Jagan. Rima was doing her MA from the district university while Jagan was an unemployed. He completed his MA 5 years back. Being an education-loving family, the Ramalals were keeping a watch on the everyday happenings. They were concerned with the society.    On the other hand, Srikanta's family consisted of his parents, his wife, his two sons and a daughter. His parents were old and were totally dependent on Srikanta for their sustenance. Between his two sons - one left his education after class 10 and the other was reading in class 8. His only daughter Shital was reading in Class V. Srikanta's wholesale business was running very well and his family had security - both financial and emotional, but...

Fruitless Work - A Short Story

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  Fruitless Work      "Why waste time in fruitless work", asked Kamal master to Pitai. Both Kamal master and Pitai lived in the village Rahimpur. It is now a large village with 5000 plus population. There was not any playground, garden even pleasing atmosphere.     But 10 years before the situation was different. It was a happy village. Anyway, the villagers were divided into three sections - literate, namely literate and illiterate. The namely literate section came from the outside and were the most dangerous section. They destroyed the peaceful atmosphere of the village. They robbed the village of its glory. The election period was the most talked about time. The candidates engaged in it used its benefit. Goods, money, bear etc. the election gimmicks.    The literate section did not have any headache with them, but the namely literate and illiterate sections felt the warmth of the election. Pitai belonged to the illiterate section. He was a...

Religion And Progress - A Short Story

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  Religion And Progress     "Cure him, we will worship your idol every year", said Trisha, wife of Mihir. They lived in the village of Taratola. Trisha was of 50 years and Mihir of 60 years. Their family consisted of the year three sons, their wives and children. Mihir was a hawker. He would sell ground-nuts to different villages. His income was decent. He looked after his family well.     Mihir's wife Trisha was a housewife. They had three children - Tarit, Bapon and Shyamal. All of them after their high school education, took up the same profession of selling ground-nuts. Their income was good. In a few years, they built a large pucca house of four rooms.      By and by, all the three sons were married. At first Tarit, then Bapon and at last Shyamal. A few years later, Tarit had three children, Bapon two and Shyamal two children. Then the financial problems started to appear and that led to family quarrels. One day, on sharing family expend...

Too Small Too Big - A Short Story

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  Too Small Too Big     "What", exclaimed Salamuddin. He could not remain composed after hearing from Jalal the illness of his father, Karim. They lived in the village Lakshmipur. There Karim lived with his family - wife, a son and two daughters, Reja and Jimi. Karim was a carpenter. On the other hand, Salamuddin lived with his parents and grandparents. His father Aminuddin was a farmer.     Aminuddin was very labourious. He worked in his land throughout the day. His breakfast, lunch and evening meal were served in the field. He only would eat his dinner at home. Though totally unconcerned of the world affairs, Aminuddin kept his family very happy. While Karim was a lazy person. He did not like to work. Other members of his family lived on his hard-earned money that pained Karim. So selfish he was. He sold all the jewellery that his wife had. Poverty and hunger were always present in Karim's family.     Jalal's mother often had a quarrel wit...

Home vs House - A Short Story

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  Home vs House      "My home has turned into a house", said Tipathi. He said this to his friend Rajashi. Both grew up together in the village Tataphuli. It was a medium size village with nearly 900 people of different castes and professions. But there was one thing common among the villagers - they loved their village. Like all other villages jealousy, quarrels, superstitions dwelt there. In spite of that the villagers were happy. The children were the most happy because there were plenty of playing places, like fields, gardens, temples, ponds etc.      Both Tipathi and Rajashi played a lot with other children in their childhood. They were the best friends. Tipathi's father was a labourer. His family consisted of his parents, his grandmother, his two brothers and a sister. On the other hand, Rajashi lived with his parents. He was the only child. Both of them read in the nearby school.       Tipathi was good in education while Rajas...

Election Benevolence - A Short Story

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  Election Benevolence       "He is a candidate in this election", said Rahimul. Rahimul lived in the village Karimpur. It was a fairly large village, nearly 500 families lived there. The main occupation of the villagers was agriculture. Besides a few practiced other professions, like retail-shop, politics, construction business, bakery etc. Almost all types of houses were visible there, from hut to sky-rocketing buildings.    Rahimul's family consisted of his father, his wife and two children. He had a three-room pucca house. By profession he was a teacher. He taught in the local Primary School. The environment of his village was nearly peaceful, only the local festival and election-times made it restive. Kamal, a resident was known to be a peace loving person. He was a grocery items retailer. Almost every villager had good relation with him. That benefited him a lot. All preferred to go to his store. Kamal's business grew for his behaviour.    ...

Hell of Progress - A Short Story

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Hell of Progress     "That was my first hell of progress", said Muthaiya, a District Magistrate. Muthaiya was working as the District Magistrate of Naserpur district. He was widely known throughout his district for his educational work. Surprise visits to educational institutions - both Government and Private, weekend free coaching class, help to meritorious students - all these made Muthaiya a legend.      But Muthaiya's childhood was very humble. He belonged to the village Marakka, a very remote village. His father was a small grocery shop owner, his mother was a home-maker. He had a sister, namely Maithili. Though their financial condition was not well, yet his parents laid great emphasis on their learning. Muthaiya still could remember the incident of his first school going. He loved the games he played with other village boys. On the very day he was playing with marbles in the village background. His mother went to call him, but he did not listen. She kept ...

Price Of Behaviour - A Short Story

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  Price Of Behaviour      "Where do you your parents live now", asked Makim to Srinath. Srinath was the elder son of Bhola, a village merchant. Bhola lived in the village Nitaipur. In the village he had a large grocery store. His income was decent, so his family was well-off. His wife Rekha, Lila and Mina- his two daughters, Sibal and Srinath- his to sons consisted his family. Rekha was a housewife. She was gentle and good looking as she was known. Lila and Mina were 13 years and 15 years respectively. Sibal was 11 years and Srinath was 9 years. All of the four children were students. They were reading in the nearby High School, namely Nitaipur Progressive High School. There childhood was secure in every respect.             That was the condition 10 years ago. After 10 years everything changed. Lila and Mina were married to distant dltowns and they were happy. Sibal turned 21 years and was about to be married. Affter much search Shital,...

How Are You - A Short Story

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  How Are You       There was a Shiva Temple in the village Trishipur. It was a fairly large village. Almost all sections of people lived there. Their occupations were also different. Rama lived in the village. He was the son of a cobbler. His father was following his family profession. Rama had two sisters. All of them were reading in the local high school. He was good in education.        The temple of their village was the heaven to the Children. They used to play there throughout the day. In the compound, there were many fruit trees, like mango, berry, guava etc. They were the main attraction to the children. Besides, children liked the flower-trees very much, not for their sweet smelling flowers but for their plays. They used to climb on the small bush-like flower-trees and played interesting games. Rama's favourite place was the garden. The huge banyan tree was the main shelter of the villagers to escape the heat of summer. In short, the tem...

Poverty and School - A Short Story

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  Poverty and School         "Amma, I am going to school", said Sempa. Sempa was a student of class VIII. She lived in the village Dinapur. Her family consisted of her parents, a grand-father and a brother. Her parents worked as farm labourers. It was a lower-class family where sign of poverty was potent. Sempa read in the Dinapur High School. As was the condition of her family so was of her school. It did not have enough teaching and non-teaching staff. Two locally arranged did the non-teaching works. A few contractual teachers were also engaged.        The school building was dilapidated. Most of the students of the school belonged to lower-class. In the lower section, the attendance was moderate, but in the higher section it was meagre. The reason was grown-up boys used to go to the town to earn. So, girl-enrollment was higher. Sempa used to go to school with other girls on bare foot. She did not have slippers, unlike most of the children...

Lazy Man - A Short Story

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Lazy Man           "He is living on his ancestral property", said Biren. He said this about Sudhir, the son of late local zamindar. Biren's locality was Shivapur, a semi-urban village. Almost all the amenities of the modern life were available there. There lived a zamindar by the name of Samar. He was well-known for his anti-people activities. His ancestors acquired wide area when the Britishers left India and Samar Babu wided that with his cruel attitude. He used to lend money to the villagers on high interest and having failed to repay that he acquired their land. Thus two-third land of the locality belonged to him.             The people could not but endured his inhuman behaviour as he had many and man-power. Samar Babu's wife died after giving birth to their only son Sudhir. There was a rumour that the zamindar had relation with many women were bound to him by debt. As was the father so was the son. He surpassed his father in e...

Dirty Politics - A Short Story

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 Dirty Politics     "None is by them now. They are the victims", said Samar Nath, a school teacher. He lived in the town called Nawabganj. Nimtala Primary School was his workplace. It was given such name as the school was in the village Nimtala, nearly 45 km from Nawabganj.     Samar sir used the local train to reach his school. To speak of the school, it was a well decorated pucca building. It had five rooms, a large courtyard,a large tree and a pleasant environmental. The students loved their school for the pleasant environment that the teachers created with their efforts. Samar sir was the headmaster of the school. He loved the village children most as he knew the disadvantages that a village child faced having belonged to a village background. His loving and gentle nature made him very dear to the children as well as to the villagers.     Suren, a villager, caught Samar sir,s attention most as his children would read in the primary school and ...

Greed - A Short Story

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  Greed     "Money matters", said Balakrishnan. Balakrishnan was a farmer who lived in Pattali village. The village comprised of many castes, like tikku, pela, nima, saga etc. Among them tikku and pela were the dominant castes. The Tikkus liked the politics. Almost all the political posts were held by them. On the other hand, pelas were the business-class. They disliked politics as it involved corrupt practices. But in reality, they did not get opportunity to enter politics. The nimas and sagas were minority classes and were mainly involved in wage-works.           Balakrishnan belonged to the saga caste, Tirumala belonged to nima, while Nata and Bati belonged to tikku and pela castes respectively. Bati was a businessman. He would run a large store-business. Having familiar with the business techniques from childhood, Bati knew how to make profit in business. His income grew day by day. But as his business grew so also his greed.    ...