Do Bailon Ki Katha in English: Munshi Premchand Story
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Do Bailon Ki Katha in English
Donkey is considered the most intelligent among animals. When we want to call a man a first-rate idiot, we call him a donkey. It cannot be decided whether the donkey is really stupid or whether his straightforwardness and his harmless tolerance have given him this title. Cows blow their horns, a married cow spontaneously assumes the form of a lioness. Dog is also a very poor animal, but sometimes it gets angry, but donkey has never been heard or seen getting angry. Beat the poor as much as you want, no matter how much bad, rotten grass is thrown in front of him, there will never be a shadow of dissatisfaction visible on his face. He may perform kulela once or twice in Vaishakh, but we have never seen him happy. There is a permanent sadness on his face. Happiness-sorrow, loss-gain, he did not see any change in any situation. All the qualities of sages and sages have reached their peak in him, but man calls him a fool. Such disrespect for virtues!
May be simple-mindedness is not suitable for the world. Look, what is the plight of Indians in Africa? Why are they not allowed to enter America? Poor people do not drink alcohol, save four paisa for bad times, work hard, do not quarrel with anyone, feel sad after hearing these four things, yet they are infamous. It is said that they degrade the ideal of life. If they had learned to respond to bricks with stones, perhaps they would have been called civilized. Example of Japan is in front of everyone. A single victory made him famous among the civilized races of the world. But the donkey has another younger brother, who is less of a donkey than him. And that is ‘bull’. In the sense in which we use ‘donkey’, we also use ‘calf’s uncle’ in a similar sense. Some people might say that the bull is the best in stupidity, but we don’t think so. Sometimes the bull kills, sometimes even a stubborn bull is seen. He expresses his dissatisfaction in many other ways, hence his position is lower than that of a donkey.
Jhuri had two bulls – Heera and Moti. Handsome, hardworking, with a good height. After living together for a long time, both of them had become friends. Both of them used to exchange thoughts with each other in silent language while sitting face to face or nearby. We cannot say how each other’s thoughts are understood. Surely there was some secret power in them, of which the man who claims superiority among living beings is deprived. Both of them would express their love by licking and smelling each other, sometimes they would even touch their horns, not out of a sense of separation, but only out of a sense of humor, a sense of intimacy, as if there would be a scuffle as soon as there was intimacy between the two. Seems like. Without this, friendship remains somewhat whispery, somewhat light, and then cannot be trusted much. Whenever these two bulls were yoked to the plow or cart and would move with their necks moving, each one would try to keep as much of the burden on his neck as possible.
After a long day, when both of them would wake up in the afternoon or evening, they would relieve their tiredness by licking each other. After the empty stomach was left in the manger, both of them would get up together, put their faces in the manger together and sit together. If one mouth was removed, the other would also be removed.
Coincidentally, Jhuri once sent Goin to her in-laws’ house. How do the bulls know where they are being sent? Understood, our owner has sold us. Who knows whether he felt good or bad about his being sold like this, but Jhuri’s brother-in-law Gaya found it difficult to carry the cow home. If he drove from behind, both of them would run left and right, if he pulled from the front by holding the wheel, both of them would push backwards. If he would hit, he would lower both the horns and roar. If God had given him a voice, he would have asked Jhuri – Why are you throwing us poor people out?
We have left no stone unturned in serving you. If the work could not be done with so much hard work, we would have taken up other work. We were ready to die working for you. We never complained about anything. Whatever you fed me, I ate with my head bowed, then why did you sell us to this cruel person?
Both the bulls reached their new places by the evening. They were hungry all day long, but when they were put in the manger, not a single one put their mouth in it. Was feeling heavy hearted. What he had considered his home, he left it today. This new house, new village, new people seemed like strangers to them.
Both of them consulted in their silent language, looked at each other from the corner of their eyes and lay down. When the village fell asleep, both of them broke the loom with great force and went towards home. The pegs were very strong. It could not have been expected that any bull would be able to break them, but at this time both of them had gained double the strength. The ropes broke with one stroke.
When Jhuri woke up in the morning, he saw both the bulls standing on the manger. Half of each garland was hanging around the necks of both of them. The feet are filled with mud till the knees and rebellious affection is visible in the eyes of both of them.
Jhoori was overwhelmed with affection after seeing the ox. Ran and hugged them. That scene of love embrace and kiss was very beautiful.
Boys from the home and village gathered. And started welcoming him with applause. Although this incident was not unprecedented in the history of the village, it was important; the children’s assembly decided that a letter of congratulation should be given to both the animal warriors. Some brought rotis from home, some jaggery, some bran, some husk.
A child said, “Nobody will have such bulls.”
Another supported – “Both of them came alone from such a distance.”
The third said – ‘He is not a bull, he is a man of that birth.’
Nobody had the courage to protest this. When Jhuri’s wife saw the oxen at the door, she got jealous. She said – ‘What kind of innocent bulls are they that one day they did not work there and ran away.’
Jhuri could not hear this objection to his oxen – ‘Why is salt forbidden?’ What would you have done if you had not been given fodder?
The woman said with pride, ‘You are the only one who knows how to feed the bulls, and everyone keeps them with water to drink.’
Jhuri teased – ‘Why would you run away if you got fodder?’
The woman got irritated – ‘They ran away because they don’t caress the bull like idiots like you, if they feed it they also plow it by rubbing it. The two were lazy and ran away. Now I will see where I can get oil cake and bran. I will not give you anything except dry straw, eat or die.
That’s what happened. The laborer was strongly instructed to give empty dry straw to the oxen.
When the oxen put their mouths in the manger, they looked dull, neither smooth nor juicy!
What should we eat ? Started staring towards the door with hopeful eyes. Jhuri said to the laborer, ‘Why don’t you add some cake cake?’
‘Mistress will definitely kill me.’
‘Steal it and put it in.’
‘No Dada, from behind you will also say the same thing as him.’
Next day Jhuri’s brother-in-law came again and took away the oxen. This time, he harnessed both to the cart.
Two-four times Moti tried to drop the cart into the ditch, but Heera controlled it. He was more tolerant.
After reaching home in the evening, he tied both of them with thick ropes and made them taste the fun of yesterday’s mischief and then added the same dry straw. Applied all kinds of nutrients on both my hair.
Both oxen had never been insulted like this. Jhuri also touched them with a flower stick. Both used to fly on hearing his voice. Got hit here. There was the pain of hurt honor, but it was like dry straw!
Did not even see towards the trough.
The next day, Gaya yoked the oxen to the plough, but it was as if both of them had taken an oath not to lift their feet. He got tired of beating, but both of them did not raise their feet. Once when that cruel man beat Heera hard on her nose, Moti’s anger went out of control. Fled with the plough. The plough, the rope, the yoke, the plough, everything was broken and equaled. If there were no big ropes around their necks, both of them would not have been caught.
Heera said in silent language – Running away is useless.
Moti replied – ‘He had taken your life.’
‘This time there will be a big blow.’
‘Let it happen, if you are born a bull then how can you be saved from being beaten?’
‘Gaya is coming running with two men, both of whom have sticks in their hands.’
Moti said – ‘If you say, I will show you the fun, I too am coming with a stick.’
Heera explained – ‘No brother! stand up.’
‘If you hit me, I will knock down one or two.’
‘No, this is not the religion of our caste.’
Moti buried his anger in his heart. Gaya came and caught hold of both of them and took them away. It was good that she did not hit him at this time, otherwise Moti would have turned. Seeing his attitude, his assistants understood that it was best to avoid it at this time.
Today again the same dry straw was brought in front of both of them, both of them stood silently.
People began to eat at home. At that time a little girl came out carrying two rotis and put them in the mouth of both of them and went away. That one loaf of bread would not have satisfied their hunger, but it seemed as if both of their hearts had found food. A gentleman lives here as well. She was Bhairon’s daughter. His mother had died. His stepmother used to beat him, so he developed a kind of intimacy with these bulls.
Both of them would go all day long, be beaten, argue, be tied to the police station in the evening and at night the same girl would feed them two rotis. The blessing of this offering of love was that both of them did not become weak even after eating two cheeks of dry straw, but there was rebellion in every pore of both of them.
One day Moti said in silent language – ‘Hira can’t bear it anymore!
‘What do you want to do ?’
‘I will pick up one of them on my horns and throw it away.’
‘But you know, that lovely girl, who feeds us rotis, is the daughter of the owner of this house, this poor girl will become an orphan.’
‘Then I should throw the mistress, she is the one who beats this girl.
‘But you forget that it is forbidden to blow horns on women.’
‘You don’t let me out in any way, tell me, break it and run away.’
‘Yes, I would accept this, but how will such a thick rope break?’
There is a solution for this, first chew the rope a little. Then it goes in a flash.
At night, when the girl went away after feeding her rotis, both the ropes started chewing, but the thick rope would not fit in her mouth. The poor guy kept trying again and again.
Suddenly the doors of the house opened and that girl came out. Both began licking his hand with bowed heads. Tails of both straightened up. She caressed his forehead and said – ‘I will open it, run away quietly, otherwise these people will kill you. Today there is advice at home that Nath should be put in their noses.
He opened the knot, but both remained silently unmoved.
Moti asked in his own language – ‘Why don’t we go now?’
Heera said – ‘Let’s go, but tomorrow trouble will befall this orphan, everyone will doubt him.
The courageous girl shouted – ‘Both uncle’s bulls are running away, oh grandfather! Grandfather! Both the bulls are running away, oh grandfather! Grandfather! Both bulls are running away, run fast.
Gaya came out in a hurry and went to catch the oxen. They both ran. Gaya followed, went even faster, Gaya made noise. Then he returned to take some men of the village along with him. Both friends got a chance to escape. Kept running straight. Even the knowledge of the path remained. The familiar route by which we had come was not known here. New villages started being found. Then both of them stood at the edge of a field and started thinking, what should be done now.
Heera said, ‘I understand that you have lost your way.’
‘You also ran wildly, while you had to kill him.’
‘What would the world say if you had killed him? He may leave his religion, but why should we leave ours?
Both were feeling very hungry. Field was filled with pea vines. Started grazing. They were making noises intermittently. Nobody comes here.
When their stomachs were full, both of them experienced freedom and started jumping happily. First, they both belched. Then they joined their horns and started hitting each other. Moti pushed Heera back several steps, until he fell into the ditch. Then even he got angry. Carefully stood up and confronted Moti. Moti saw that a fight was about to break out in the game so he stepped aside.
Oho ! What is this ? A bull is charging ahead. Yes, it’s a bull. He came out in front. Both friends were rolling up their sleeves. The bull was like an elephant. To fight with him is to risk one’s life, but even if one does not fight one’s life does not seem to be saved. It is even approaching them. Such an ugly face !
Moti said in silent language – ‘You are trapped, will your life be saved?’ Think of a solution.
Heera said in a worried tone – ‘He is full of pride, he will not listen to requests.’
‘Why not run away?’
‘To run away is cowardice.’
‘Then die here. The guy is nine, two and eleven.
‘And who will run?’
‘Then think of a solution quickly!’
‘The solution is that both people attack him together. I’ll rub from the front, you rub from the back, if you get hit twice, he’ll run away. Pounce towards me and insert your horn into his stomach from the side. There is risk of life involved in this, but there is no other way.
Both friends rushed, putting their lives in danger. The bull also had no experience in fighting organized enemies.
He was used to wrestling with an enemy. As soon as he pounced on Heera, Moti chased him from behind. When the bull turned towards him, Heera rubbed him. The bull wanted to knock down both of them one by one, but both of them were also masters. They never gave him a chance. Once the bull got angry and went to kill Heera when Moti came from the side and stuck a horn in his stomach. When the bull turned back in anger, Heera pierced its horns on the other side.
At last the poor fellow ran away injured and the two friends chased him for a distance. Even the bull collapsed breathlessly. Then they both left her. Both the friends would go on dancing intoxicated with victory.
Moti said in sign language – ‘I wanted to kill Bacha.’
Heera sneered – ‘One should not blow the horn on a fallen enemy.’
‘This is all a pretense, Barry should be killed in such a way that he will not rise again.’
‘Now think about how you will reach home.’
‘First eat something, then think.’
There was a pea field in front, Moti entered it. Heera kept on refusing but he didn’t listen to him. We had just eaten a couple of mouthfuls when men came running with sticks and surrounded the two friends. Heera was on the ridge and passed out. Moti was in an irrigated field. His hooves started sinking into the mud. Could not run. Caught you. Heera saw that his companion was in trouble so he returned. Even if we get caught, we will be caught together. The guards caught him as well.
In the morning both the friends were locked in Kanji House.
For the first time in their lives, both the friends had to face such a situation that the whole day passed and they did not get even a straw to eat. Didn’t understand what sort of a saint was he. Gaya was still better than this. There were many buffaloes, many goats, many horses, many donkeys, but no one had fodder, all were lying on the ground like dead bodies.
Many had become so weak that they could not even stand. All day the friends kept gazing towards the gate, but no one was seen coming with any fodder. Then both of them started licking the salty soil of the wall, but what satisfaction would that provide?
When there was no food available even at night, the flame of rebellion burned in Heera’s heart. Said to Moti – ‘Moti can no longer live!
Moti replied with his head hanging – ‘I feel that my life is going away.’
‘Come let’s break the wall.’
‘Now nothing will happen to me.’
‘We used to boast just on this statue!’
‘All arrogance gone.’
Fencing wall was weak. Hira was strong, he stuck his sharp horns into the wall and when he pushed hard, a piece of mud came out. Then his courage increased and he started running and hitting the wall and started dropping a little soil with each hit.
At the same time, the watchman of Kanji House came with a lantern to take attendance of the animals. Seeing Heera’s defiant behavior, he got several sticks and tied them with a thick rope.
Moti said lying down, ‘After all the beatings, what did you get?’
‘I tried as hard as I could.’
‘What is the use of pushing so hard that you fall into bondage?’
‘I will keep pushing hard, no matter how many restrictions I have to face.’
‘You will have to lose your life.’
‘Not bothered. We have to die anyway. Imagine, how many people would have been saved if the wall had gone on its own. So many brothers are prisoned here. No one is active. If this condition continues for two-four days, we will die.
‘Yes, this is true. Okay, then I will also apply force.
Moti also hit the horn on the wall, a little soil fell and then his courage increased, then he started pushing the horn on the wall as if he was fighting with an opponent. At last, after about two hours of trying, the wall fell down about a foot from the top, he gave another push with double the force and half the wall fell down.
As the wall was about to collapse, all the half-dead animals woke up and the three mares ran away at a gallop. Then the goats came out, after this the buffaloes also moved away, but the donkeys were still standing as they were.
Heera asked-‘Why don’t both of you run away?’
A donkey said, ‘Those who may be caught again.’
‘So what’s the harm, now is the opportunity to escape.’
‘We are scared. We will remain lying here.
It was past midnight. Both the donkeys were still standing thinking whether to run or not, and Moti was busy breaking his friend’s rope. When he was defeated, Heera said – ‘You go, leave me lying here, maybe you will meet somewhere.’
Moti said with tears in her eyes – ‘You consider me so selfish, Heera, you and I have been together for so long. If you are in trouble today, should I leave you and go away?’
Heera said, ‘You will be beaten a lot, people will understand that this is your mischief.’
Moti said proudly – ‘Why worry if I get beaten for the crime for which I had to be tied around your neck. This much has happened that the lives of nine-ten living beings have been saved, they will all give blessings.
Saying this, Moti took both the donkeys out of the pen by hitting them with his horns and then came and slept near his brother.
There is no need to write about the commotion that arose among the clerk, watchman and other employees as soon as dawn broke. It is enough that the pearl was thoroughly repaired and it was also tied with a thick rope.
Both friends lay there tied for a week. No one offered any food. Yes, the water was shown once. This was their foundation. Both of them had become so weak that they could not even get up, they were hoarse. One day the wagon train started playing in front of the enclosure and by noon fifty-sixty people had gathered there. Then both the friends were taken out and people would come and look at their faces and go away with a sad mood.
Who would be the buyer of such dead bulls? Suddenly a bearded man, whose eyes were red and whose posture was very stern, came and started talking to Munshiji by touching the buttocks of both the friends. Seeing the face, the hearts of both the friends trembled with intuition. They had no doubt about why he was there and why he was groping. Both of them looked at each other with deep eyes and bowed their heads.
Heera said – ‘Run away from Gaya’s house without any reason, now your life will not be saved.’ Moti replied with a feeling of disbelief – ‘It is said that God has mercy on everyone, why doesn’t He have mercy on us?’
‘For God, both our living and dying are equal. Well, it’s good, we will stay with him for a few days. Once that God had saved us in the form of that girl. Will you not save me now?
‘This man will use a knife, see.’
‘So what is the worry? Meat, skin, horns, bones, everything will be useful to anyone.
After the auction was over, both the friends went with the bearded man. Both of them were trembling. The poor fellow could not even lift his feet, but would run away falling down in fear, because if he slowed down his pace even a little, he would stick them.
On the way, a herd of cows and bulls was seen grazing in the lush green fields. All the animals were happy, smooth and active. Some used to jump, some used to sit and chew paagur happily, what a happy life they had, but how selfish everyone is. No one cares about how their two wives are suffering after falling into the hands of a murderer.
Suddenly both of them felt that this was a familiar path. Yes, he went from here with them. The same fields, the same gardens, the same villages started appearing, and their pace started increasing every moment. All the tiredness and weakness vanished. Ahh ! Take this ! Lost his own. We used to come to this well to run the water, this is the well.
Moti said-‘Our house has come closer.’
Heera said – ‘It is God’s mercy.’
‘I will run home now.’
‘Will it let go?’
I will kill it.
‘No-no, run to the police station. We will not go further from there.
Both of them went crazy and ran towards the house, bleating like calves. That’s our place. Both of them ran to their places and stood up. Dhadiyal also used to run behind him.
Jhoori was sitting in sunlight near the door. As soon as he saw the bulls, he ran and started hugging them one by one. Tears of joy were flowing from the eyes of friends. It was licking Jhoori’s hand.
The bearded man went and took hold of the ropes of the bulls. Jhuri said-‘These are my bulls.’
‘How are your bulls? I come from the cattle shed for auction.
“I understand that you are going to steal!” Move away silently, these are my oxen. They will be sold only if I will sell them. What right does anyone have to auction my bulls?
‘I will go and report it to the police station.’
‘These are my bulls. The proof of this is that they are standing at my door.
The bearded man got angry and moved forward to take the oxen by force. At the same time Moti used his horn. The bearded man moved back. Moti chased. The bearded man ran. Moti ran behind him, stopped when he came out of the village, but he was standing watching the path of Dhadiyal, Dhadiyal was standing at a distance making threats, abusing, throwing stones, and Moti blocked his path like a victorious warrior. was standing. The people of the village watched this show and laughed. When the bearded man went away in defeat, Moti returned arrogantly. Heera said, ‘I was afraid that you might get angry and kill me.’
‘Now he will not come.’
‘If he comes, I will take news from a distance. Let’s see how he takes it.
‘The one who gets shot?’
‘I will die, but I will be of no use to him.’
‘No one considers our life as life.’
‘Because we are so simple.’
After some time, the mangers were filled with chaff, bran and grains and both the friends started eating. Jhuri was standing caressing both of them. He hugged him.
Jhuri’s wife also came running from inside. She came and kissed the foreheads of both the bulls. Here’s the end of Do Bailon Ki Katha and we hope that you may like this English version of story.
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