11-03-2015, 03:33 PM
homecoming by rabindranath tagore in hindi
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the homecoming by rabindranath tagore in hindi
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homecoming by rabindranath tagore in hindi
12-04-2017, 12:07 PM
Phatik Chakravorti was a ringleader among the village boys. A new evil got into his head. There was a heavy log lying in the mud of the river waiting to be formed on a mast for a boat. He decided that everyone should work together to move the trunk by the main force of his place and roll away. The owner of the register would be angry and surprised, and everyone would enjoy the fun. Each supported the proposal, and was unanimously taken. But just as the fun was about to begin, Makhan, Phatik's younger brother, came and sat on the log in front of everyone without a word. The boys were puzzled for a moment. One of the boys pushed him timidly and ordered him to get up, but he still did not care. He looked like a young philosopher meditating on the futility of games. Phatik was furious. "Makhan," he shouted, "if you do not get down at this moment I'll beat you!"
Makhan only moved to a more comfortable position.
Now, if Phatik had to maintain his royal dignity before the public, it was clear that he must carry out his threat. But his courage failed him in the crisis. His fertile brain, however, quickly seized a new maneuver that discomfit his brother and give his followers an added fun. He gave the command word to roll the trunk and Makhan together. Makhan heard the command, and made a point of honour to follow. But he overlooked the fact, like those who attempt earthly fame in other matters, that there was danger in it. The boys began to lift on the trunk with all their strength, shouting: "One, two, three, go," In the word "go" the record was; And with him was Makhan's philosophy, the glory and everything. All the other boys shouted angrily. But Phatik was a bit scared. I knew what was coming. And, of course, Makhan rose from Mother Earth Blind as Destiny and shouting like the Furies. He ran to Phatik and scratched his face, hit him and kicked him, and then went to cry home. The first act of the drama was over. Phatik wiped his face and sat on the edge of a sunken barge on the bank of the river, and began to chew a piece of grass. A ship went up on the landing, and a middle-aged man with gray hair and dark mustache came up to the shore. He saw the boy sitting there idly and asked where the Chakravortis lived. Phatik continued to chew the grass and said, "Here, but it was impossible to know where it was pointing. The stranger asked again. He lowered his legs from side to side of the barge and said, "Go and find out," and continued to chew the grass as before.
But now a servant came down from the house, and told Phatik that his mother loved him. Phatik refused to move. But the servant was the teacher on this occasion. He grabbed Phatik sharply and charged him, kicking and struggling with helpless rage. When Phatik entered the house, his mother saw him. She shouted angrily, "So you've been beating Makhan again?" Phatik said indignantly, "No, I have not, who told you?" His mother shouted, "Do not tell lies!" Phatik said suddenly, "I tell you, I have not done it, ask Makhan!" But Makhan thought it best to stick to his previous statement and said, "Yes, Mother." Phatik's patience was already exhausted, he could not hear This injustice, ran to Makban and hit him with blows: "Take that," he shouted, "and that, and that, for telling lies." The mother took the side of Makhan in a moment, and pulled Phatik away, hitting him with his hands . When Phatik pushed her aside, she shouted, "What me, you little villain! Phatik was ashamed and embarrassed, but when his mother stepped back and looked at the stranger, his anger turned to surprise, because he recognized his brother and exclaimed: "But Dada! Where you come from? As she said these words, she bent to the ground and touched her feet: her brother had left shortly after her marriage and had started business in Bombay, her sister had lost her husband while in Bombay. She was now returning to Calcutta, and had immediately made inquiries about her sister, and then hurried to see her as soon as she found out where she was: the next few days were full of rejoicing. Two boys, they told her sister that Phatik was a perpetual nuisance, was lazy, disobedient and wild, but Makhan was as good as gold, as quiet as a lamb, and very fond of reading, Bishamber kindly offered to take Phatik from his sister's hands, and educate him with his own sons in Calcutta. The widowed mother immediately agreed. When his uncle asked Phatik if he would like to go to Calcutta with him, his joy had no limits, and said: , Site! "It was an immense relief for the mother to get rid of Phatik, she had a prejudice against the boy, and she did not lose love between the two brothers. To Makhan someday in the river, or to break his head in a fight, or to bring him into some danger or another.At the same time, he felt a little distressed at Phatik's extreme anxiety to escape.Phatik, as soon as everything was settled , He kept asking his uncle every minute when they should start. He was on pins and needles all day with enthusiasm, and awaken most of the the night.
He bequeathed to Makhan, in perpetuity, his fishing rod, his great comet, and his marbles. In fact, at this moment of departure his generosity towards Makhan was unlimited. When they arrived in Kolkata, Phatik met his aunt for the first time. She was by no means satisfied with this unnecessary addition to her family. He found his three children enough to drive without taking anyone else. And bringing in a fourteen-year-old boy in the middle of them was terribly disturbing. Bishamber should have thought twice before committing such indiscretion. In this world of human affairs there is no worse nuisance than a child at the age of fourteen. It is neither ornamental nor useful. It is impossible to give him affection like a child; And he's always getting in the way. If you speak with a childish lisp, you are called a baby, and if you respond in a greater way, it is called impertinent. In fact, any conversation with him is resentful. Then he is in the unattractive, growing age. He takes off his clothes with indecent haste; His voice becomes husky, breaks, and falls; His face suddenly becomes angular and unpleasant. It is easy to excuse the deficiencies of early childhood, but it is difficult to even tolerate inevitable lapses in a fourteen-year-old. The boy himself becomes painfully aware of himself. When he talks to older people, he is undoubtedly forward, or too shy to appear ashamed of his own existence. However, it is at this time when in his heart of heart a young boy longs for recognition and love, and becomes the devoted slave of anyone who shows him consideration. But no one dares to love him openly, because that would be considered undue indulgence, and therefore bad for the boy. So, with scolding and quarreling, he becomes very much like a stray dog who has lost his master. For a fourteen-year-old child his own home is the only Paradise. Living in a strange house with strange people is short of torture, while the height of happiness is to receive the kind looks of women, and never to be despised by them. It was anguish for Phatik to be the uncomfortable guest in his aunt's house, despised by this old woman and despised at all times. If I ever asked him to do something for her, he would be glad that he would overdo it; And then I told him not to be so stupid, but to continue with his lessons. The narrow atmosphere of abandonment in his aunt's house so oppressed Phatik that he could barely breathe. He wanted to go out into the open, fill his lungs and breathe freely. But there was no open country to go to. Surrounded on all sides by the houses and walls of Calcutta, he dreamed night after night in his village house, and much time to return there. He remembered the glorious meadow where his kite used to fly all day; The wide banks of the rivers where he roamed for the whole day singing and shouting for joy; The narrow creek where I could go snorkelling and swimming anytime I wanted. He thought of his gang of fellow boys about whom he was a despot; And above all, the memory of that tyrant mother, who had such a prejudice against him, occupied it day and night. A kind of physical love like that of animals; A longing to be in the presence of the one who is loved; An inexpressible nostalgia during the absence; A silent cry from the mother's innermost heart, like the roar of a calf in the twilight; This love, which was almost an animal instinct, stirred The boy shy, nervous, thin, nasty and ugly. No one could understand him, but his mind continually itched. There was no more retarded child in the whole school than Phatik. He was speechless and was silent when the teacher asked a question, and like an overloaded ass patiently suffered all the blows that came to his back. When other boys were in the game, he stood melancholy by the window and stared at the rooftops of the distant houses. And if by chance you saw children playing on the open terrace of any roof, your heart would hurt the longing. One day he gathered his courage and asked his uncle, "Uncle, when can I go home?" His uncle answered;
"Wait till the holidays come."
But holidays would not come until November and there would still be a long time to go. One day, Phatik lost his book of lessons, even with the help of books he had found it very difficult. He prepared his lesson, and now it was impossible, day after Day the master did it without mercy, his condition became so abject and miserable that even his cousins were ashamed of being their owner, they began to mock and insult him more than the other boys. She finally told her aunt that she had lost her book, and her aunt pursed her lips in contempt, and said, "You are very clumsy and rude!" How can I afford, with my whole family, to buy new books five times a month? "That night, when he returned from school, Phatik had a very strong headache with a chill. Attack of the malaria fever, his great fear was that it would be a nuisance for his aunt. The next morning Phatik was not seen in No part.All the searches in the neighborhood proved useless.The rain had been pouring torrents all night, He went out looking for the boy got wet through the skin.Finally Bisbamber asked for help to the police.At the end of the day A police van pulled up at the door before the house.It was still raining and the streets were all Two policemen brought Phatik into his arms and placed him in front of Bishamber, who was wet from head to toe, full of mud, With his face and eyes red with fever, and his limbs trembling, Bishamber carried him into his arms, and led him into the inner chambers.He exclaimed, "What a lot of trouble this boy has given us. Your face Phatik heard his words and sobbed aloud: "Uncle, I was coming home, but they dragged me again:" The fever rose very high and all that night the boy was delirious. Bishamber brought a doctor. Phatik opened his red-rimmed eyes and looked up at the ceiling, and said vacantly, "Dude, have the parties come yet?" Can I go home?
Bishamber wiped the tears from his own eyes and took the thin, burning hands of Phatik in his own, and sat down beside him all night. The boy murmured again. At last his voice was moved. "Mother," he exclaimed, "do not hit me like that, Mother, I'm telling the truth! The next day, Phatik became conscious for a short time. He turned his eyes to the room, as if expecting someone to come. Finally, with an air of disappointment, his head sank into the pillow. He turned his face to the wall with a deep sigh. Bishamber knew his thoughts and, bowing his head, whispered, "Phatik, I have sent for your mother." I spend the day. The doctor said in a worried voice that the child's condition was very critical. Phatik began to scream; "By the mark, three fathoms, by the mark, four fathoms, by the mark ..." He had heard the sailor in the river-steam calling the mark on the plumb line. Now he was making an unfathomable sea. Later, the day when Phatik's mother burst into the room like a whirlwind and began to throw herself from side to side and moaned and wept aloud. Bishamber tried to calm his agitation, but he threw himself on the bed and shouted, "Phatik, my dear, my dear. Phatik stopped his restless movements for a moment. His hands stopped beating up and down. He said, "Huh?" The mother cried again. "Phatik, my dear, dear. Phatik slowly turned his head and, seeing no one, said, "Mother, the holidays have come.
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