Struggle of a dark horse
Struggle of a dark horse
Umar was practising
mathematics sitting on rug of gunny sack in cnadle light outside his hut made
up of hay. It was middle of April but heat wave had started blowing early. Bugs were whirling around the candle falling on
mathematics book and Umar’s notebook. But he was totally engrossed in his study unperturbed
by mosquito bites without noticing the bugs and cries of siblings inside the
hut. The half yearly examination of ninth class was going on. He had his last
paper tomorrow. Umar was stuck proving a theorem on cyclic quadrilateral. The
mathematics teacher, his favorite Raj Kumar Babu had emphasized on this
theorem and he expected a question on the theorem tomorrow.
There was a gush of air
which put out the candle. He again lighted it and tried to concentrate. The
wind again blew off the candle. He
closed his book, wrapped his rug and moved inside the hut to study. There came
storm followed by rain.
There was a heavy downpour
and his hut leaked the entire night. His mother Gharibun Nisha, elder sister Sakina and two
younger brothers sheltered in one corner of hut which was leaking less due to
plastic sheet hung from inside to save valuables in the hut. There was a sack
of flour and rice, an empty oil canister with pulses and bundled clothes to
save from rain water.
It was still pre dawn when Umar woke up and
went towards the bamboo plantation to attend nature’s call. There was puddle just outside his hut. The pathway was also submerged in water after
heavy rain. He folded up his payjama and
trudged through the logged water. The darkness was disappearing and he knew
that in few minutes everything will be visible. He moved easily in darkness as
he walked this path every day. He reached the mound inside the bamboo
plantation and relieved himself. He cut
a branch of neem tree, peeled off its bark, crushed it under his right molar and
brushed his teeth. He had read in his book of Rajbhasha, Hindi that brushing theeth
with neem provides immunity from all kind of dental diseases. The muezzin call
for prayer reverberated far and wide. He proceeded towards mosque to offer fajr
prayer.
Umar went to the
sajhapokhar after he finished the mathematics theorem he was stuck at last
night. Sajhapokhar was a pond in the village dug by villagers several years ago
when drought hit the region. He avoided taking bath on the common hand pump
well installed spending punishment money collected from Labro the lame weaver and
Kamrul the mason last year. The penalty was imposed by the revered Jamal Sahib
whose decision was implemented by force in Chainpur. Jamal sahib lived in
posh Zakaria Street of Kolkata and owned property there. He used to visit
Chanipur twice a year with his minions whom he provided shelter in Kolkata. The
minions comprised of lucky people whom sahib chosen and ordered to accompany
him to Kolkata. Whenever Jamal Sahib visited the village the minions would
accompany him too. These people worked in the factory of sahib and got food and
shelter in lieu of work. Sahib sometimes would send some money to the minions’
family whom he was pleased with. These minions were powerful enough to encroach
upon land, occupy houses of others, reap the crops of other's fields, forced marriage their
sons and daughters with chosen ones in the village. There was a writ of sahib
in the village which was implemented by the minions. In-fact association with
the sahib was enough to create havoc and to tame anybody in the village. Umar loathed the villagers for their
cowardice. He always remembered how his father was ostracized by the villagers
as decided by the Sahib without giving opportunity to defend his case. Umar’s
father, Sabir Ali suffered heart attack after the Kangaroo court of Jamal Sahib
had decided to cut the crops of Sabir Ali’s paddy field and give half of the
produce to Motiur Rahman who had false claim on the land of Sabir Ali and half
of the produce to madarsa of Chainpur. There was some murmuring against the unjustifiable
penalty imposed on Sabir Ali but the villagers had to toe the line. The social boycott
didn’t end even after the death of Sabir Ali. Maulvi Taslimuddin, the imam refused to lead
the funeral prayer of Sabir Ali as he feared jamal Sahib might not like
it. Maulvi Taslimuddin visited Kolkata every year during Ramadhan to collect
zakat money for madarsa. During his stay
in Kolkata the maulvi stayed with Jamal Sahib and was feasted every day.
When Umar returned from Sajhapokhar he found his mother had roti and chatni of green chilli ready for him. He gobbled the last morsel without properly chewing it and hurried to his school few kilometres away. He had to rush as he knew that there will be slippery trail on the way to school and he will have to walk slowly.
On the way to school he
found that roofs of several huts were blown off and villagers were helping each
other putting it back. A widow was wailing as her eatables; atta, rice, pulses
were destroyed by the rain water. He found Kareem chacha the weaver, his father
only friend in the village, busy in straightening and washing yarn sullied in
the storm and rain last night. A lady
was searching for her goat which strayed last night. She also asked Umar whether
he saw a black goat with white spots anywhere. Whie passing by Jamal Sahib’s
house he observed the storm and rain couldn’t do any damage to this high and
mighty of Chainpur . Even the nature’s fury was for the destitute.
When Umar reached the other end of his village, chainpur, he slipped and fell down in pool of water wetting his only clothes fit for school. On reaching Sheikhpura Umar shouted and called Aslam out of his hut. Aslam came out opening umbrella as it started drizzling again. Aslam asked Umar to come inside the umbrella cover. On observing Umar’s wet clothe, Aslam offered his clothes but Umar refused as they were getting late for examination. The bell had already rung when they reached school. They entered the class room running and panting. The invigilator for the examination was Rajkumar Babu, the mathematics teacher. He asked Umar and Aslam to take seat and settle fast. Rajkumar Babu gave them question paper and answer sheet. Umar scanned the question paper and opened the sheet to start answering. But to his horror, he couldn’t find pen in his shirt’s pocket. Rajkumar Babu observed Umar panicking and understood that Umar had lost pen on the way to school. He offered Umar his pen which he accepted hesitatingly. Rajkumar Babu lightened Umar’s mood saying his pen would fetch him good marks.
His mother served him rice
with daal and chokha when Umar returned from school. He was too hungry to care
for coldness of food or taste of it. When he finished eating his mother asked
him to go and summon Kareem chacha. Umar
found Kareem chacha in his loom working on sheet which would be sold to Mahajan
Mangal Singh for paltry sum of money to be processed further before sale on premium price in high end market. He greeted Kareem
chacha and conveyed the message that his mother wanted to meet him. He assured
Umar that he would come once he finished the work.
Gharibun Nisha asked her daughter, Sakina to prepare milk tea for kareem chacha. This was also to send
her away so that she didn't hear the conversation about her marriage. Gharibun Nisha reminded Kareem that Abdul khaliq of Rampura had shown interest for marriage of
his son, kaamil. Sabir Ali visited Rampura and invited Abdul Khaliq for the
negotiation about marriage but Sabir’s untimely death delayed the negotiation.
It was decided that Kareem and Umar should go and invite them for negotiation
on the date of Abdul Khaliq’s convenience.
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Next day, just after fajr
prayer Kareem and Umar set off for Rampura. Abdul Khaliq was opening his
kirana shop when Kareem and Umar reached Rampura. After customary greeting and chit chat Abdul Khaliq enquired about
purpose of their visit. Kareem reminded him of Sabir Ali's for negotiation
for marriage of his daughter Sakina with Kamil. Abdul Khaliq started scratching his head and told Kareem with devious smile that Sabir
Ali offered Rs. 25000 in cash and other items traditionally given in dowry. He
enquired whether the cash was brought before negotiation to start. Kareem and
Umar couldn’t say a word as they knew that it was beyond capacity of Gharibun Nisha to give so
much money in cash. Kareem wanted some more time from Abdul Khaliq for consultation in the family
and took leave.
While returning from
Rampura, they didn’t talk. Umar’s mother was curiously waiting for their
return. She fainted when she heard of demand. Umar couldn’t bear the sight
and decided at once to drop out of school and go to Delhi to work in factory where
he had a distant relative working as a supervisor.
Umar assured Gharibun Nisha when she gained consciousness that days of hardship were over........the dark horse got unleashed and was raring to go out of
stable.
story of Millions here in rural India, are we doing something for them. we need more out of us to eradicate the cancer of poverty, dowry and inequality.
ReplyDeleteTrue, the age old problems of villages remain the same. Let us hope this generation acts rather than talking.
ReplyDeleteImteyaz Sir at his best....Privileged to have known such a fabulous and talented person....
ReplyDeleteThanks for nice words
DeleteIs this story real, Sir?....It is simply class apart....Perhaps there cannot be a more poignant narrative to poverty.....Hats off, Imteyaz Sir....:-)
DeleteIt is a work of fiction drawn from personal experiences and observations. Thanks for appreciation.
DeleteExcellent piece of writing. Straight from the heart, which is full of sympathy towards downtroddens.
ReplyDeleteWords of appreciation from you is always great motivator. Thanks a lot sir.
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