A long time ago, I went to Palamu province, and after returning, two friends of the area requested me again to write a story in that area, I was laughing at them. No one is remorseful of me at this time, but I have sat down to write the story.The story of this age-old rag, whether anyone listens or not, hears old stories.
I have been sitting for many days writing, not all memories. What I have written before, I do not think I am writing at this time. The sight of those deserted mountains, the rugged canyons, etc., was no more an eye. Now the mountains are just rocky, the forests are just dirt, the inhabitants are remembered as mere scum.
When my visit to Palamu was fixed, I rented
a post office train from Eland Transit and left for Raniganj at around 1:30 pm. The car stopped on the eastern side of the Barakar River in Pratt. The river was very small, there was only a little water at that time, everyone was about to walk, the car had to be towed, so the carriage went to call Kuli.
During this time, some of the cool girls came and surrounded my car. Sir is a penny, sir is a penny. 'He started shouting.
A two-year-old boy with them also came up to the sky and raised his hands and stood. I put a penny in his hand, the child threw it away and the other threw it again, while the other boy took the money and made a riot with his baby sister.This time my car went over to the other side.
From Barrak, two small mountains are seen. The Bengalis have the habit of seeing the fields only, and seeing the slight stack of soil they enjoy. So seeing those little mountains - that would be enough joy for me then, and wonder what?
At noon I saw a car passing by a beautiful mountain. There is so much going on, that even small shales of the mountain are visible up to the shadow. I got down and asked the driver to stop the car.
The carriage asked, "Where will you go? I said, 'I'll go to this mountain once.' He smiled and said, The hill is far from here, you cannot reach it in the evening. I could not believe this. I saw clearly, the mountain is very close, so it did not take me five minutes to go, so I did not listen to the carriage restrictions - I went to the mountain. In five minutes
instead of 5 minutes, I went for a quick walk, but the mountain started to say it was five minutes.At that time, I came back to the car to understand my illusion. Setting the distance about the mountain is difficult for the Bengalis;
I reached Hazaribagh at around two in the morning. So I went and heard that my food was being consumed in the bowls of the adjoining Bengalis.
On the way to the hospital where I was going to admit hospitality, the car stopped and I got down from the car. When they saw me, they all moved on. Neither knew the greeting I received the best, but he was the master of the bowl. Even though there were three hundred lakes, my eyes were first read to his face. I have seen very little, as well as delightful lips. Then his age was fifty years old, his name came up on the old list, but I saw him very beautiful. By the way, first of all I see the old man beautiful.
Speaking of which time, I myself am young; Therefore, it is not advisable to look beautiful in old age.
But that day, such an act of religion was done. I myself was old, so I almost saw the old man beautiful. Someone said that if man is not old then he is not beautiful.
So
I went to the children's bedroom to sit in the restroom and talk to the children . The house has a peculiar range, its four corners having four corners on each corner, and one more bed
in the middle . When asked, the boys said, 'We make four beds in four corners, and the master sits in the middle. I was very pleased to see this settlement. Many do not understand the need to have a teacher with their students day and night.
Exiting the bedroom of the children's room, I see a rambling rambling
, a sheet of paper hanging over it. I read that, as a matter of fact, the amount of money spent from Kadi is written in it! Most people usually call it miniature vision, chatter, etc.: But I couldn't think of any angle. As I saw in other matters,
I was amazed at Arak, rather than seeing Calcutta's account. Those whose eyes are small see only the slightest things, they
cannot see the other. But as I speak, I see that
all the finer points are equally visible to him. There are many who can see the big things, but
they do not care about the finer things. I do not appreciate them.
I admire those who work at seeing the finer things together .
I thought Palamu was a great city, a place of happiness. Little did I know then that Palamou was not a city, just a huge parish. The city is not in that area, the city is far away, there is not even a horde,
full of hills and forests.
On my way from Rachi to Palamou, when I could see Palamu from afar at the behest of the carriers, it was as if a cloud had fallen on my head. I stood for a long time and began to see the disgrace. I was thrilled to think that I would go now in this dark cloud.
Entering Palamu, I saw that the river, all the villages, there was nothing to see from afar. In the Palamou
pargana the mountains are numerous, hill after hill, hill after them, again hill; as if the infinite number of rivers.
Once there, I was amazed to see a hill. It is a rock, a rock all over.There is absolutely no soil in the soil, it is clear all over. Its place has been torn apart for a long time, and a large horsepower has grown on it. At that time, it was thought that the horse, the big juicy, was also consuming from this humid rock. Some time later, one day, this horseback tree came to my mind. When I read it, I thought that the tree was a big bush, and it didn't even have a humid rock near it.
After entering Palmau at noon, I started to go through the forest to see the mountain ranges on both sides. I could not see anything like the 'shal tal tamal, hintal' I heard in the narration. That, of course, is not only Hintal, but only Shalban, there are other wild trees. There is not a single huge tree in the shawl, all in the
opinion of our native cucumber tree, or something larger; But even so, the jungle is so remote,
there is no intersection, so terrible.On the way to the forest, there was a sudden
sound of a saddle at a place, which I saw in Madinipur region, hours before. If livestock lose their way in the forest, they have to search for them by word-of-mouth, hence the origin of the bells. How does the sound of wood sound inside the soul? In the jungle jungle he shouted at the noise; But I can't tell if everyone does.
Soon there was a small region of semi-arid grasses, where there was
nothing but herbs or shrubs in thedifferent seas of honey or bees . In the mountains, the desert is delighted;
There were some koalabakas grazing together, black and white, like black beetles, and no one in the neck; Wear to wear, earrings
; Someone is lying in the hall, someone is sitting in the hall, some are dancing.
The place was so beautiful these rocky boys were called fair. There are
stones on the ground , animals on the rocks; Their shepherds are like that.
This area is mainly Coal Bus.Cholera is a wild race, emerald, black;
I can't decide what looks ugly in appearance ! Of all the coals that go to Calcutta Ice or Tea Garden,
I have never seen any of them beautiful; Rather, I am obliged to say very ugly. But at home, Kolamatrei.
Beautiful, at least in my eyes. The wild are beautiful in the forest;Children are in maternal instinct.
A small village after the desert, its name is not remembered; Thirty-two of them live there. All of them are
black. All my wife came to see my palki. According to the ebony,
all are young , all young women, all in a loincloth, gathering small clothes. Small forests in the ears, large forests on the head. The young women held each other's shoulders and looked up.
On the way to Bangla, greetings are more prevalent, but young women are more likely to be seen in the Palamau region. The elderly in the coals are very young, they are young, they are young, they are not seduced if not obedient.They do all the work of housework farming, because of the hard work. Men are just like wives to protect their children, while sowing katana in kakhna. Men for sluggishness grow older like Bangmahilas, wives and children are forever young. Men say that among the livestock, men are strong and beautiful; That is the rule in humans. But it is not uncommon to see coals, their wives are strong and Aryan kanti.But their old men are getting up on their faces, flies in the eyes, no smiles on their faces, as if everyone's life force has diminished.
Let's talk about one day As I used to go to this mountain as usual, and another day, I saw a young man on the way to the hill, some of the women in the pandas accompany him in pursuit.
As I got closer, the wives stopped and stood on one side. The youth asked about the circle.
Sadarpe said, I am going to kill the tiger, this has only killed my cow. I am a Brahmin-child;
He does not kill the tiger and take water in his mouth? I was a little
nervous and said, "Come on, I 'm going with him."
I am naturally terrified, saying that I have never been afraid of tiger-bear. How long the old hunters have forbidden me to go solo in the mountains, but I did not accept it, I would go alone all the time, the tiger would come, catch me, eat me, I did not mind. I do not understand why it did not come here. Many of the men in the army are afraid to see your shadow, while Amal goes to the battlefield to change. They do not know whether the bullets will enter his body. Until their words come to mind, they are brave to the lake; He who does not understand danger is brave. In the primitive condition all men were brave, they did not know the result then.
All can be seen as brave in many respects, even more so than brave European civilians; The results were not unintentional. I do not, therefore, particularly praise my courage. With the civilization, the share of courage came to Kamiya;As good as the Penal Code goes, the courage disappears.
One afternoon, on my way to the mountains, I met some Kolkanyas along the way.
The oldest of them - holding the full callus in his head with two hands - told me with a smile,
"Will you come to see the dance at night?" I nodded and confessed, we all laughed. The young women of Kol laugh as much as they dance, and in every corner of the globe, the daughters of the nation cannot dance as much as our poor boys cannot.
In the evening I went to see the dance; At the edge of the village, a group of youths came together in a botanical field. They have 'dug up', decorated two or three-story wooden 'trunks'. Someone brought a medal, some brought a long stick, no one came in empty; In the guilt of age, all bodies
are playful, all show their strength in various ways. The
elderly are seated on a high earthen stage in the rainbow, their jaws almost gnawing. I went and sat down beside them.
At this time the young women from the villages came to the group and landed; They started mocking at the Asiatic youth, and immediately a great laugh broke out. I couldn't understand the ridicule; Only I realized that the youths were deceived. Cheating, the youth is ten-twelve, but the young women are about forty, laughing at the forty of
them, the Highton's paltan cheats.
When the laughter was over, the dance initiative began. The young woman
held her hands and stood in a half-crescent shape. It looks great. All are equally high, all are rocky.Forests on everyone's head, forests in their ears, smiles on their lips.All are full of joy, full of joy.
As the old men signaled, the group of young men played a medley, and the bodies of the young women shouted loudly; Soon
they started dancing. Their dance is new in our eyes, they are rhythmic, but
no one goes; Do not move, not move. He stood wherever he was standing and
began to lock himself in the coffin.
As the dance began, an old song from the stage began with the 'drum' of a song, as the youngsters sang to the song, and the young women took hold of the dust in intense tones. The tide of the young women
began to move to the nearby hills.
The young women are dancing in rhythm, the foreheads of their heads are coming down as well, and two drops of that flower fall on their shoulders. At the close of winter, two or three places in the fire.
It burns, showing the dancers' aura in the fireplace; They are dancing in rhythm,
dancing in the dance, all like flower petals, 'once falling, watching the moon from the sky.
Laughing, and sitting in the darkness of the botmul I was laughing.
I have been sitting for many days writing, not all memories. What I have written before, I do not think I am writing at this time. The sight of those deserted mountains, the rugged canyons, etc., was no more an eye. Now the mountains are just rocky, the forests are just dirt, the inhabitants are remembered as mere scum.
When my visit to Palamu was fixed, I rented
a post office train from Eland Transit and left for Raniganj at around 1:30 pm. The car stopped on the eastern side of the Barakar River in Pratt. The river was very small, there was only a little water at that time, everyone was about to walk, the car had to be towed, so the carriage went to call Kuli.
During this time, some of the cool girls came and surrounded my car. Sir is a penny, sir is a penny. 'He started shouting.
A two-year-old boy with them also came up to the sky and raised his hands and stood. I put a penny in his hand, the child threw it away and the other threw it again, while the other boy took the money and made a riot with his baby sister.This time my car went over to the other side.
From Barrak, two small mountains are seen. The Bengalis have the habit of seeing the fields only, and seeing the slight stack of soil they enjoy. So seeing those little mountains - that would be enough joy for me then, and wonder what?
At noon I saw a car passing by a beautiful mountain. There is so much going on, that even small shales of the mountain are visible up to the shadow. I got down and asked the driver to stop the car.
The carriage asked, "Where will you go? I said, 'I'll go to this mountain once.' He smiled and said, The hill is far from here, you cannot reach it in the evening. I could not believe this. I saw clearly, the mountain is very close, so it did not take me five minutes to go, so I did not listen to the carriage restrictions - I went to the mountain. In five minutes
instead of 5 minutes, I went for a quick walk, but the mountain started to say it was five minutes.At that time, I came back to the car to understand my illusion. Setting the distance about the mountain is difficult for the Bengalis;
I reached Hazaribagh at around two in the morning. So I went and heard that my food was being consumed in the bowls of the adjoining Bengalis.
On the way to the hospital where I was going to admit hospitality, the car stopped and I got down from the car. When they saw me, they all moved on. Neither knew the greeting I received the best, but he was the master of the bowl. Even though there were three hundred lakes, my eyes were first read to his face. I have seen very little, as well as delightful lips. Then his age was fifty years old, his name came up on the old list, but I saw him very beautiful. By the way, first of all I see the old man beautiful.
Speaking of which time, I myself am young; Therefore, it is not advisable to look beautiful in old age.
But that day, such an act of religion was done. I myself was old, so I almost saw the old man beautiful. Someone said that if man is not old then he is not beautiful.
So
I went to the children's bedroom to sit in the restroom and talk to the children . The house has a peculiar range, its four corners having four corners on each corner, and one more bed
in the middle . When asked, the boys said, 'We make four beds in four corners, and the master sits in the middle. I was very pleased to see this settlement. Many do not understand the need to have a teacher with their students day and night.
Exiting the bedroom of the children's room, I see a rambling rambling
, a sheet of paper hanging over it. I read that, as a matter of fact, the amount of money spent from Kadi is written in it! Most people usually call it miniature vision, chatter, etc.: But I couldn't think of any angle. As I saw in other matters,
I was amazed at Arak, rather than seeing Calcutta's account. Those whose eyes are small see only the slightest things, they
cannot see the other. But as I speak, I see that
all the finer points are equally visible to him. There are many who can see the big things, but
they do not care about the finer things. I do not appreciate them.
I admire those who work at seeing the finer things together .
I thought Palamu was a great city, a place of happiness. Little did I know then that Palamou was not a city, just a huge parish. The city is not in that area, the city is far away, there is not even a horde,
full of hills and forests.
On my way from Rachi to Palamou, when I could see Palamu from afar at the behest of the carriers, it was as if a cloud had fallen on my head. I stood for a long time and began to see the disgrace. I was thrilled to think that I would go now in this dark cloud.
Entering Palamu, I saw that the river, all the villages, there was nothing to see from afar. In the Palamou
pargana the mountains are numerous, hill after hill, hill after them, again hill; as if the infinite number of rivers.
Once there, I was amazed to see a hill. It is a rock, a rock all over.There is absolutely no soil in the soil, it is clear all over. Its place has been torn apart for a long time, and a large horsepower has grown on it. At that time, it was thought that the horse, the big juicy, was also consuming from this humid rock. Some time later, one day, this horseback tree came to my mind. When I read it, I thought that the tree was a big bush, and it didn't even have a humid rock near it.
After entering Palmau at noon, I started to go through the forest to see the mountain ranges on both sides. I could not see anything like the 'shal tal tamal, hintal' I heard in the narration. That, of course, is not only Hintal, but only Shalban, there are other wild trees. There is not a single huge tree in the shawl, all in the
opinion of our native cucumber tree, or something larger; But even so, the jungle is so remote,
there is no intersection, so terrible.On the way to the forest, there was a sudden
sound of a saddle at a place, which I saw in Madinipur region, hours before. If livestock lose their way in the forest, they have to search for them by word-of-mouth, hence the origin of the bells. How does the sound of wood sound inside the soul? In the jungle jungle he shouted at the noise; But I can't tell if everyone does.
Soon there was a small region of semi-arid grasses, where there was
nothing but herbs or shrubs in thedifferent seas of honey or bees . In the mountains, the desert is delighted;
There were some koalabakas grazing together, black and white, like black beetles, and no one in the neck; Wear to wear, earrings
; Someone is lying in the hall, someone is sitting in the hall, some are dancing.
The place was so beautiful these rocky boys were called fair. There are
stones on the ground , animals on the rocks; Their shepherds are like that.
This area is mainly Coal Bus.Cholera is a wild race, emerald, black;
I can't decide what looks ugly in appearance ! Of all the coals that go to Calcutta Ice or Tea Garden,
I have never seen any of them beautiful; Rather, I am obliged to say very ugly. But at home, Kolamatrei.
Beautiful, at least in my eyes. The wild are beautiful in the forest;Children are in maternal instinct.
A small village after the desert, its name is not remembered; Thirty-two of them live there. All of them are
black. All my wife came to see my palki. According to the ebony,
all are young , all young women, all in a loincloth, gathering small clothes. Small forests in the ears, large forests on the head. The young women held each other's shoulders and looked up.
On the way to Bangla, greetings are more prevalent, but young women are more likely to be seen in the Palamau region. The elderly in the coals are very young, they are young, they are young, they are not seduced if not obedient.They do all the work of housework farming, because of the hard work. Men are just like wives to protect their children, while sowing katana in kakhna. Men for sluggishness grow older like Bangmahilas, wives and children are forever young. Men say that among the livestock, men are strong and beautiful; That is the rule in humans. But it is not uncommon to see coals, their wives are strong and Aryan kanti.But their old men are getting up on their faces, flies in the eyes, no smiles on their faces, as if everyone's life force has diminished.
Let's talk about one day As I used to go to this mountain as usual, and another day, I saw a young man on the way to the hill, some of the women in the pandas accompany him in pursuit.
As I got closer, the wives stopped and stood on one side. The youth asked about the circle.
Sadarpe said, I am going to kill the tiger, this has only killed my cow. I am a Brahmin-child;
He does not kill the tiger and take water in his mouth? I was a little
nervous and said, "Come on, I 'm going with him."
I am naturally terrified, saying that I have never been afraid of tiger-bear. How long the old hunters have forbidden me to go solo in the mountains, but I did not accept it, I would go alone all the time, the tiger would come, catch me, eat me, I did not mind. I do not understand why it did not come here. Many of the men in the army are afraid to see your shadow, while Amal goes to the battlefield to change. They do not know whether the bullets will enter his body. Until their words come to mind, they are brave to the lake; He who does not understand danger is brave. In the primitive condition all men were brave, they did not know the result then.
All can be seen as brave in many respects, even more so than brave European civilians; The results were not unintentional. I do not, therefore, particularly praise my courage. With the civilization, the share of courage came to Kamiya;As good as the Penal Code goes, the courage disappears.
One afternoon, on my way to the mountains, I met some Kolkanyas along the way.
The oldest of them - holding the full callus in his head with two hands - told me with a smile,
"Will you come to see the dance at night?" I nodded and confessed, we all laughed. The young women of Kol laugh as much as they dance, and in every corner of the globe, the daughters of the nation cannot dance as much as our poor boys cannot.
In the evening I went to see the dance; At the edge of the village, a group of youths came together in a botanical field. They have 'dug up', decorated two or three-story wooden 'trunks'. Someone brought a medal, some brought a long stick, no one came in empty; In the guilt of age, all bodies
are playful, all show their strength in various ways. The
elderly are seated on a high earthen stage in the rainbow, their jaws almost gnawing. I went and sat down beside them.
At this time the young women from the villages came to the group and landed; They started mocking at the Asiatic youth, and immediately a great laugh broke out. I couldn't understand the ridicule; Only I realized that the youths were deceived. Cheating, the youth is ten-twelve, but the young women are about forty, laughing at the forty of
them, the Highton's paltan cheats.
When the laughter was over, the dance initiative began. The young woman
held her hands and stood in a half-crescent shape. It looks great. All are equally high, all are rocky.Forests on everyone's head, forests in their ears, smiles on their lips.All are full of joy, full of joy.
As the old men signaled, the group of young men played a medley, and the bodies of the young women shouted loudly; Soon
they started dancing. Their dance is new in our eyes, they are rhythmic, but
no one goes; Do not move, not move. He stood wherever he was standing and
began to lock himself in the coffin.
As the dance began, an old song from the stage began with the 'drum' of a song, as the youngsters sang to the song, and the young women took hold of the dust in intense tones. The tide of the young women
began to move to the nearby hills.
The young women are dancing in rhythm, the foreheads of their heads are coming down as well, and two drops of that flower fall on their shoulders. At the close of winter, two or three places in the fire.
It burns, showing the dancers' aura in the fireplace; They are dancing in rhythm,
dancing in the dance, all like flower petals, 'once falling, watching the moon from the sky.
Laughing, and sitting in the darkness of the botmul I was laughing.
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