It was the month of June, noon and sunshine were hard. The drill master was drilling.
The Master ordered the boys to stand in a line and do a double march. The boys' line had completed one round of the field and started the second that Anantharam fell.
Master said, 'Halt!'
The boys were shattered from the line.
Master and two boys together picked up Anant and took him to the verandah. The Master ordered a boy to run and fetch water. Two-three boys took copies of the school to air the eternal. Splatter of water was killed on Eternal's mouth. As soon as he came to his senses, the Headmaster Sahab also came and comforted him by turning his hand on Anantharam's head, pleading.
The school peon brought a tanga. The drill master along with two boys took Anantharam to his house. The news of Anantharam becoming unconscious spread throughout the school. Everyone came to know him in school.
Gurdas was followed by two boys from Anantharam in the line while the boys were running in the sun. After this incident and scandal, he kept thinking, "If he had fallen unconscious in place of Anantram, how good would it have been if he had been hurt?" He thought with a sigh, "Everyone would have known him and for his sake .
Gurdas had a similar condition in the category. The Master of Mathematics used to write questions while walking among the benches and keep an eye on whether a boy is doing imitation or any other inappropriate act. There was a competition going on in the minds of the boys as to who stood up by completing the first question.
Gurdas used to diligently brainwash his mind into a copy. By multiplying and adding the fingers, the answer would have been reached that Banwari would have completed the question. The enthusiasm of Gurdas dissolved and it would be delayed for two-three moments. Sometimes, due to the confusion of being able to ask questions first, there would be a mistake. Master would have given praise, he would have scolded Banwari and Khanna and took the names of Khaliq and Mahesh. Mahesh and Khaliq would not only worry about completing the question, but also would not be ashamed of it.
Such a grain that no one pays attention when picking up the sack. At such a time his ambition to be crushed would be to scream that the incident of his fall on the road from the sack hole should not happen so that the world knows what a really big man he is and that his name should be printed in newspapers in bold letters. Gurdas begins to imagine that he has died, but seeing his name printed in bold letters in the newspapers, smiling curiously towards death, death could not finish him.
As the age progressed, Gurdas' ambition to earn his name was getting furious, but the hope of fulfilling that dream seemed to run as far away. Despite a lot of fantasies, he was able to become the only clerk in the office by the grace of a great sage who was kind to his father.
On the days when Gurdas was explaining his mind that none of the more than a thousand people in his locality had ever appeared in the newspaper, then Lala, a childless child of his locality, revealed the accumulated secret of his age. He announced to set up a school in his name.
Lalaji's name was not only printed in the newspaper with praise, his picture was also printed. Gurdas was filled with sigh. At the same time, after getting the name printed in the newspaper, the hope of earning the name fell on the extinguished chinarias. Gurdas explained to the mind that such wealth and fame can only be attained by the fruits of deeds of previous birth. In this birth, there could be no hope for such opportunity and means for those like that.
The plague broke out in the city early that year. Unfortunately, the first victim of the disease became a person named Dulare in the same locality, due to the roads being rough and narrow in the poor locality of Gurdas.
Rahman Sahab had a house at the mouth of the street. Rehman Saheb called the hospital for contagious disease with the idea of self-defense and defense of the locality and ordered an ambulance car. Many people gathered. Dulare was lifted on a stretcher, placed on the motor and transported to the hospital. The municipality cleaned her house very vigorously. In every house of the locality, there was discussion of Dulare.
Gurdas was returning from an exhausted and annoyed office in the evening. The newspaperman called out from the crowd, "This evening's latest newspaper." Plague broke out in Nahar locality. Read today's news. '
Gurdas shouted at the talk of printing the name of his locality in the newspaper. His brain shone… Oh, the news of Dulare must have appeared. He usually did not buy the newspaper, but due to the news of his locality being printed, he took the newspaper after spending four paise. The news of Dulare really was on the first page. It was written, 'Beware of stopping the disease.' And then there was not only the name of Dulare and the news of it, there was also a picture of Dulare lying on the stretcher, mouth open in panic.
Gurdas read that the condition of Dulare is worrisome due to late onset of treatment of the disease. Sad to read. Then thought what was the hope of this man's name being published in the newspaper? But it was printed.
Gurdas thought, taking a deep breath. It was also sad to see that the condition of Dulare was worrying. Then thought, look, while dying, it was done by name. Everyone dies but death of this disease is still good! I thought that I might not get sick either. Fear was felt but it was also realized that the name was printed. Now everyone's name can be printed a little.
Well, if Dulare could not survive, then what was the benefit of getting the name printed in the newspaper? The fun is then that the poor thing survives and hang the newspaper with your picture in your closet…!
When Gurdas regained consciousness, he heard, 'Take care from here! Raise from above! ”The hip was beating very hard. He himself could not get up. People were picking him up.
'Alas! Hi mother! ”His screams were being heard. People picked him up and put him in a motor.
On reaching the hospital, he realized that he had fallen in the market with a motorbike. The owner of the motor was a civil lawyer. He was very sad for that incident. In an attempt to save a child, the motor had to bend quickly to the right. He also honked loudly and put a brake on it, but this man was so happy to read the moving newspapers that he did not listen.
Gurdas was groaning under the hip and knee. It was not just for him to understand anything.
The doctor gave Gurdas sleep medicine. He escaped from the terrible pain and slept. When sleep broke in the night, the pain started again and at the same time I thought that maybe his name might be printed in the newspaper. There was a great excitement in the pain as well and the pain also started to feel less. In Kalpana, Gurdas began to see his name printed on the page of the newspaper.
In the morning, when the hospital nurse washed Gurdas's hands and mouth and was fixing his bed, Lawyer Sahab, the owner of the motor came to inquire about his condition.
Lawyer pulled a stool and sat down near the iron bed of Gurdas and started explaining, "Look brother, the driver was not a fault of the poor." He applied brakes so hard that the motor was also damaged. If that poor person gets punished too, will it be good for you? Very sorry for your injury. We will also arrange two-four hundred rupees for you. The matter will be presented in the court, as we say, you give a statement; Understand…! ’
Gurdas was listening to the lawyer but his attention was towards the newspaper wrapped in his lawyer's hand. If I could not live, then I sat asking, 'Lawyer sir, is our name printed in the newspaper? Our name is Gurdas. The house is in Nahar locality. '
In the sympathy of the lawyer, the eyes suddenly opened completely, 'Name in the newspaper?' He asked, 'Do you want? Get it printed? '
"Yes sir, it must be printed in the newspaper." Gurdas said with solicitude and humility.
"Okay, write the name and address on a paper." Advocate Saheb moved the pen and a paper to Gurdas, saying, "If not printed now, it will be printed on the day the matter is presented in the court."
Gurdas had to go to the office while limping. It was not easy to answer the crooked lawyer's question, at the beginning he asked - "You wanted to get the name printed in the newspaper?"
"Yes." Gurdas had to accept.
"You hoped that the name of the man who was buried under the motor would be published in the newspaper?" Lawyer then asked.
"Yes!" Gurdas hesitated but he accepted.
The next day appeared in the newspaper, 'The court refused to award damages to Gurdas, who was hurt in the motor accident. The statement of hurt proved that he had come deliberately in front of the motor only to get the name printed in the newspaper….
Gurdas covered his face with the newspaper, how would he show his face to anyone….
@ Indian Writers
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