ANIMESH BHOWMICK
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The Midnight Rickshaw: A Journey Through Shadows and Stories
The Midnight Rickshaw: A Journey Through Shadows and Stories Living and DyingAfter many years of survival, I was going to the village; the train was late. When I got down at the station, I saw that the last bus had left; it was nine o'clock at night; it was about 10:00 o'clock, six miles away. I did not know what to do; a few cycle rickshaws were parked; they were whitewashed; no one agreed to go that far at night. Then I got frustrated and went to a tea shop to drink tea. At that time, a thin, Hargil-looking man wearing half pants and a torn vest suddenly came and said, Sir, what Risco Wewas are looking for? Where to go? Yes, Wiwillogo too. Domohani. It'll take you to the Chanditala. Papassengerapage will drop you on the way. Look at that! y Rixo Jujumpediwithojoy. I turned my neck and saw a rickshaw standing under the tree a little distance away. Rickshaw awash, standing under the tree, a little light falling on the leaves of the trees. Punjabi Dhoti Clad Like Fish Scales The man in the Punjabi dhoti seems to be an old man. There Is A Bag In His Lap There is a bag in his lap. He is sitting quietly eating the rickshaw. Puller Went Away I didn't want to talk about rent; I was never in such a state of restlessness. The station is in such an inedible place, the market or miles away; even if I can get shelter at night, there is no service. The tea seller looked at my face, so far he said, Sir, do not go to the rickshaw of Ohi; rather, go to the temple of the lion. There is a dharamshala. I know that if I want to stay in a Hindu temple or in a dharamshala, caste is not possible; that lie is not possible. So I said, Stay, but what is the harm if you go to his rickshaw? Chawla said in a strained voice, Ah, I am saying that you are a new person. Ohid Rickshaw Mara Boy Mora Boy, I understand very well. Chorda Work No No Loh Very good, but you are a faulty guy. Kshaw is dead, boy, so no one will go to the rickshaw. Do not press the dead boy rickshaw at night. I was in great danger once, knowing that the daughter's father-in-law was coming from Harkrishnapur. There was a little talk with Beyan, so the Ohid rickshawwala came and chased him. Come, sir, the night is increasing. Then I got up. Chawla must have wanted to tell a ghost story, interrupted, and sat with a gloomy face. My companion sat with his eyes closed; it seemed he was sleeping. Many people have a habit. I am not in the habit of talking to anyone. The rickshaw is moving slowly. la is not a strong, capable Joan; it was noticed by his appearance. After a while, the broken moon of the black fortnight rose and spread light. At these times in the world, sleep comes naturally on the way to this lonely night, but it is not necessary to keep the senses awake, not because of the fear of ghosts, but because of the fear of thieves and robbers, I thought, Let's talk to the rickshaw driver, so I said, Oh, your name is Ohid, yes? Where do you live?First, on the other side of the station in Harinmara Gopara, he tells us. He looked up at the sky and took a deep breath, then turned his neck to see the moon and said that the big tree is one. One is post offices, police stations, and hospitals—everything is there. Then he started giving a rough geographical, historical, political, and economic account of his village. My attraction towards the man increased. This was about the mile, then Bemka laughed and said,Well, I heard you or you will die this matter.Ohid stopped the pedal and turned to me and said with a strange smile,Netda said that Netda is very naughty. I am breaking my passenger. Let's hang out in the place. Let's play five chats. Friends, people, sir, if you wish, let's go to my car. If you don't want to. Go to and think about what I said busily as a ruin. No, I will die. What happened to it? Oh, pressed the pedal slowly and said that behind the station, Mother Ganga dies in many places. There I am dead. What is the fault? Say the fault. I get three times the fare. Why will the living passenger take me with me? But if the dead flow, many virtuous dead people go to heaven. Who already knows? If you know, it is good if you have sinned. Some of them also do not get into heaven tied to hell. Wahid is happy with my words, then see. But do you know the real thing, sir? Dead Boa is not an easy task; it is not to be done by all the rickshaw pullers at the station; would anyone have peace? Yes, if they could, everyone would have gotten three times more money for the book, but they are jealous of not opening the murder, so I understand first. Yes, it is not easy to turn the rickshaw pedal with a dead passenger. Didn't you try inside? No one knows everything; Dad couldn't. Once Govardhan sat quietly dead in the case of sand. The next morning I saw Rixo lying upside down in the water of Naina Julie. What about the dead interest scam, Govardhan? Govardhan jumped out of the begging seat and ran away, so he moved away when he saw him dead. Tadead. Oh, oh, oh, how can you die? Say, I heard Ohid suddenly became serious after a while. He said, I am dead myself. That means, what do you mean, the dead book? Because once you gave me the house, you know the house. What did he say again? He is very sad. Sir, I had hair in my stomach. I was admitted to Sadar Hospital. There is a separate room on one side of the hospital. If the patient dies or if he dies, leave him in the house and say that Jan left me in that room. Doctor Babu, tell me what then. Doctor Babu could not find my pulse. He died eating before God ruined that every morning. My wife goes to check on me and abuses me. If you are lying in the hospital like this, the family people go to the boy who is dying in the pool, and the wife was suffering from heavy injuries. Every day she used to come and say that Mince was too lazy to pull the rickshaw, so Michi was lying in the hospital at the time. The wife used to go and abuse me every day. The wife became more agitated when she heard me in the house, brought a broom from the house, and went to the door of the house. He went and shouted that Nekami did not get the place, get up, get up, I am reading, and here we are not dying by fasting, get up, we will shake the skin of the back, saying that I got that in a hurry, ruined; my wife did not see, sir. Then I could see what happened. I was turning the rickshaw pedal after seeing the moon again. I knew the dead who ran away from the house. Why should I be afraid of dying? [music] Tell me, he smiled strangely. This time I could see one side of his face up to one eye, VK Xhosa blue sparkling eyes. What a living man made me shudder. Suddenly, I saw that my companion passenger also moved a little and laughed properly in the throat, opened his eyes, and said in fear, What happened? Why is he laughing? Laughing? a heavy voice, who is aliveWho is dead? Is it dead? Difficult to understand, understand. iHe me, tell me me.Tell them not alive or dead, this idea. These dead do not speak; you speak. You because sister is talking, you talking. You, whether she is crazy or I said that you think you are dead, what dead. What, mister? You're dead; what idea? What is that? As he ran away from the house, I also shouted. the house today for fear of his wife's broom. I have broomed away from you. You know that. You have also run away in fear of the wife, the gewife. Atheang laughed loudly and said, No, I said,No, I have a wife, then two wives. Then he is afraid of the doctor; the doctor has just died. You braided. me with a phone to cut me into pieces. Tell me the postmortem. I'm right. The knife you brought to my chest, I jumped up and pushed the doctor Babu, who shouted, Catch him! The dead are running away! I get paid, fathers, and forget not in the hospital. Ohid nodded and said, Never, not because I died. The lesson was that the gentleman stopped laughing and turned to me and said, Let's hear yours. Let's say, what am I ashamed of? What does the miscreant print silver, and what is the benefit? Tell me there is no living person here. Tell me openly how you are. Hey. The problem is that I did not even go to the hospital; I was not even admitted to your funeral or the corpse-cutting room. I am going, after many years, to see the birthplace. The gentleman threatens to be clever; we do not know the dead; do not tell the father; he knew the sir; otherwise, why would I make it and do it? He got angry and said that I am not dead, Chanta man; do not press the pulse, the gentleman said with a serious face. Yes, Ohid, then what did you do wrong? Baba Ohid said loudly, I may be wrong. 'No, I've been dead for so long,' said the gentleman, holding out his hand, letting me see your pulse. He grabbed my hand between his wrists and felt how cold it was, like ice. The look in the eyes was blurred; the eyes of those two were blue in the water. He jumped out of the moving tree; he got up after eating the achar, and then he ran without looking in the direction; they started shouting from behind, Catch him! Run away! Run away! Running at the station light, gasping for breath, when he reached the tea shop, the wise Chhaona smiled and said, Calm, then forbade it. He heard that he went straight to Dharamshala; he will leave in the morning.
By ANIMESH BHOWMICK11 months ago in Fiction
The Story of Raghu the Robber
The Story of Raghu the Robber About 200 years ago, it was not four words for a girl to get married. Not for the ordinary Bengali family because the groom has to pay a huge dowry to get married. At that time, a poor Brahmin is giving his daughter in marriage. The groom arrives, but the problem is that the father of the other bride could not raise fifteen rupees. He is calling God in his mind that the girl should not be lagnabhrashta because if the groom's side refuses to get married without the fear not being unfounded, as soon as the groom heard that the forest money had not been raised, they started the patience to return from the Brahmins hand and foot.At that time, a tall, broad, dark man appeared, his long stick in his hand, with a terrible look. He shouted to the groom, Go to the wedding quietly, otherwise I will keep everyone here with the boat. Knowing his identity, the groom's jump was extinguished; they trembled with fear, and the man gave fifteen to the girl's father and said, I am Raghu. I am a dacoit. I will not allow my sister's marriage to be stopped while I am The story is spread all over Bengal about Raghu the dacoit; his fear of the tiger used to drink water in a ghat in the cow; his dominance was so much that The name of Raghu the robber had reached the Queen of England, just as the condition of the oppressive landlords and English Sahibs had become very bad for this Raghu robber. On the one hand, he became a god to the poor, but who was the most famous robber in the list of robbers of Bengal? How Raghu Dacoit became a small farmer's son, became a robber, and Raghu Dakat's story in today's episode with all the thrilling robbery stories of Raghu Dakat. The story of dacoits is nothing new in our history. Maharishi Valmiki, the author of the Ramayana, was Ratnakar Dusseus in his early life. The story of many notorious robbers is heard; some of them are famous or notorious robberies, looting others' property, murder, injuries, but some have given that wealth to the poor people, standing beside them in their danger, their God just like Robin Hood in medieval Europe, who looted the luxurious oppressive landlords and gave away their property. Among the poor, the robbers of Bengal were somewhat similar to the time we are talking about, and one of them is Raghu Dakat. When you sit down to name the dacoits of Bengal, the first name that comes to mind is the name of one or twoHe was a born Raghu Dacoit's real name was Ghosh, but no one can say where he was born in Bengal specifically. Many say he was a man from Kolkata who used to commit robbery in different areas of Hooghly, Nadia, North 24 Parganas, and South 24 Parganas, and according to some, he was from the Barasat or Saptagram area. Robbery was a family livelihood at that time, but Raghu was not a robber by birth. At the end of the eighth century, the English government centered on indigo cultivation. The oppression peaked when those who did not cultivate indigo, according to the English, were taken to Nilkuthi by men and women. One such farmer was Raghu's father, who refused to cultivate indigo, was picked up by the English, and Raghu's father died of that torture, and in this incident, Raghu was always good at playing sticks; he was added to some other Damal boys, and they started burning the huts of the oppressive indigo one after the other to take revenge, looted the houses of the oppressive zamindars, and the money was among the poor. Thus was born out of the accumulated anger of British oppression in subjugated India. Raghukat's gang became the terror of the moneylenders and the anti-British revolutionaries. They suddenly looted but did not loot at the time of looting; they would inform in advance by letter at what time the robbery would take place, but still no one could touch their ticket. Raghu was fed up with the robbers' harassment. Special departments were formed in the police station to catch robbers, but no one could afford to catch Raghu's gang. Raghu became the god of the poor. Raghu sends the thread of Tarkaratna's son, saying that Namo Namo in the face of the char should not be cured. Thakur does not think about the expenses, demands five thousand rupees, demands five thousand rupees, the king's rent for the Brahmin goes to the widow's house, sells, and suddenly raids Dewanji's house and repays the debt. Raghu says that you have given many poor people; let the evasion be light; its burden is prevalent; there are many such stories. Raghu told the story of the robbery in the house of Binod Babu, the zamindar of Naihati, in the name of robbery. If you do not remember the mountain of robbers in Bengal, then the episode will be linked to the description after the video. In addition to the house of the householder, this gang of Raghu robbers used to rob elsewhere, such as the ship that used to come to the port of Saptagram, which was in the clutches of Raghu robbers. A village in this Saptagram was called Basudebpur; it was around the jungle of Debipur. This is where the robbers hid in the dense forest. Those who went on the way to Tribeni used to fall. Raghu was in the grip of robbers. Many said that Raghu was a robber, so Bidhubhushan Ghosh's house was in Bagdi Jaipur village, north of Tribeni, where Raghu sometimes lived in the day. In the afternoon, he used to work as a general field laborer, and at night he used to go out to rob as a robber. In the campaign, Raghu Dacoit himself was a devotee of Kali. Before committing the robbery, the robbers used to bathe and worship the mother with blood. The robbers came out of the middle of the forest of Debipur. Near the robbery, Raghu Dakat was set up in the middle of the forest of Debipur. It is said that he saw Mother Kali in a dream and got a Kali idol from the bottom of the pond. That temple is still there. That temple is still famous as Siddheswari Kali Temple, although by the genealogy, Raghu Datakats were Vaishnavas, but it was Sakta that Mother Kali was worshiped every new moon day or not. There was a story about the fact that there was a human sacrifice on the day of Kartik Amavasya. Mother will be worshiped, but Raghu did not get any sacrifice on that day. Suddenly he saw a saint walking towards Triveni; the robbers caught him. According to the rules, he was bathed, clothed in blood, and arrangements were made for sacrifice in front of Mother Kali in the woods. The saint said that he is also a devotee of Mother Kali, so before death, he wants to sing Shyama Sangeet once. He was given that opportunity as he wished, and the saint sang, Oh, in my time of danger, Brahmamayi was the saint himself. It is said that on that day Mother Kali herself appeared in Ramprasad Raghu Datat, and since then she has never been a human sacrifice again. Even today, Jhak Sacrifice is done in the Siddheswari Temple. These Raghu Robbers used to worship Mother Kali. They also respected the girls very much. During the robbery, they used to take special care so that there was no harm to the girls of the house. I know how many poor people he has fed. I do not know how many girls he has saved from the breakdown of marriage.
By ANIMESH BHOWMICK11 months ago in Fiction
The Magician
The Magician Magician Half-Yearly Exam Math Paper Bablu got eight and a half. Not only that, with a red pencil on the notebook, Dhiren Sir has written big and big. What is the destruction of the cow? Bablu turned the notebook upside down so that no one could see the cow writing, but Dhiren Sir said in a cloudy voice, Stand on this bench. What I have written in your math book, he saw everyone; he blackened his face and showed everyone the notebook; some people sitting on the fast bench laughed and laughed, who smiled, I will stitch up the face, smile. Immediately it stopped; everyone called Dhiren sir in fear, like Zam, Zam sir. On the fast bench, there was a little bit of a loud noise on the first bench; Dhiren sir roared.
By ANIMESH BHOWMICK11 months ago in Fiction
