At that time my age would have been 13 years. Hindi did not know at all. The Urdu novel was a read-write frenzy. Maulana Sharar, Pt. Ratananath Sarshar, Mirza Ruswa, Maulvi Muhammad Ali Hardoi resident, was the favored novelist at that time. Their compositions were found where, they forgot the memory of the school and ended up after completing the book. At that time, Raynald's novels were shocking. His translation in Urdu was fluttering and selling hands and hands. I was also hopeful of them. Hajrat Riyaz, who was a famous poet of Urdu and who has recently died, translated a composition of Raynald in the name of 'Haram Sara'. In that era, the weekly 'Awadh-Panch' editor of Lucknow, Mr. Maulana Sajjad Hussain, who is an immortal artist of Humor, translated Rayalald's second novel by the name of 'Cheating' or 'Tilsmi Chanus'. All these books I read in the same era and I did not have any satisfaction with Pt. Ratan Nath Sarasar. I read all his compositions. In those days, my father lived in Gorakhpur and I used to read in the eighth in the Mission School of Gorakhpur, which was called the third rank. A bookseller named Buddhi Lal used to live at the sandbar. I used to go to his shop and read the novel with his stock; But the shop could not sit on the whole day, so I used to sell the books and notes of English books from his shop and used to sell it to the boys of my school and read it by bringing the novel home from the shop in its compensation. In two to three years, I have read hundreds of novels. When the stock of the novels ended, I also read the Urdu translation of the Puranas from Navalkishore Press, and also read many parts of 'Talsima Hoshruba'. 17 parts of this large Tulsi text were out at that time and one part would not be less than two-thousandths of the size of the super-super-king. And after these 17 parts, twenty-five parts were printed on different occasions of the same book. I also read of these. The one who composed such a large volume, how powerful his imagination might be, can only be estimated. It is said that these stories were written by Maulana Fazi in Akbar's Humorous Persia. Can not say how true this is; But such a big story is hardly in any language of the world. Understand the complete encyclopedia If a man wants to imitate him even in his 60 years of life, then he can not. The composition is another thing.
In the same era, one of my relations mamu used to come here sometimes. Became aged; But they were uninterrupted yet. There was some land nearby, there was a house, but everything was dry without the house. So did not seem to live at home. Used to wander in relationships, and most expected this, that someone would marry her. It was also ready to spend a hundred-two hundred for this. Why did not they marry, it was a surprise. There were very good men, big bees, average height, mellow colors. They used to drink cows, eyes kept red. He was also a devout of his way. Used to offer water daily to Shiva. And meat did not eat fish.
After all, he did the same thing, people who are unmarried often do. One was injured by the Nayan-arrow of Chamarin. He was a servant to dump his feet, give water to the oxen and perform similar other acts of love. Was young, was born, and like other comers of his class, there was a happy mouth and humor. It was a time to say, 'one time sleepy beauty'. The tragic heart of Mamu Saheb slipped on seeing the stream of sweet water. They began to tamper with things and things. He felt the sense of his heart. There was no such hesitation. And started nagging. Oil also fell in hairstyle, even if it is not of mustard. Mascara also shone in the eyes, Missy also came on the lips, and the slowness of work started. Ever came in the afternoon and went on displaying a glimpse, sometimes it came to rest and went on an arrow. Give the oxen to the oxen and mamu sahib, give them dung, take away the other, why deteriorate from the woman? There, now the love rose was there. In Holi, he gave a sarai accordingly; But there was no sari of Gaji, there was a charming beauty of a couple of rupees two rupees. The festival of Holi also gave it quadruple And the fact that the Chamarin itself became the owner of the house so far.
One day in a day, the Chamaras of Panchayat among themselves. If you are a big man, do you have any respect? One was the father of these lalas that never saw an eye on a mehriya, (although this was a completely wrong) and one is that even the lower castes of the lower castes also put their eyes on them! There was no chance to explain. By explaining Lala, if not, inverted and will raise a case. It is late to rotate their pen. Therefore, it is decided that Lala Saheb should give such a lesson that he remembers forever. Revenge of honor pays only blood, but repairs can also be some of its ransom.
On the second day when Champa came to Mamoo Saheb's house, he closed the inside door. After months of confusion and hesitation and religious conflict, Mamu Saheb decided to give his love a practical form today. Whatever happens, the total will remain or go, the name of the father-dada is immersed or unloaded!
On the other hand, the group of chamaras was on the watch. The queue closed here, and on the other hand they started knocking on the door. First, Mamu Saheb understood that someone would have come to meet Ankam, the queue will stop and return; But when people hear the noise of the people, they are scared. Go through the drawer of keys. Twenty-five-wheelers were trying to break the doors to stop the door. What to do now? Run away somewhere
No, you can not hide Champa anywhere. Understand that the scam came. Aashiqui will feed Gul so soon, why did not he know, why not give this heart to the moon. Champa was cursing them there, what would you do if I got spoiled? The house mood will be cut and left, it used to say, never shut down the keypad, you used to connect hands and feet, but the ghost was on your head. Do not soak in the mouth?
Mamu sahib poora had never come to this quilt. If there was a strong player, he would have taken a hundred remedies; But Mamu Saheb has forgotten such a thing as Sitti-Pitti. In the excellence, the Thar-Thar Kampate stood while reciting 'Hanuman-Chalisa'. Some did not understand.
And there was a clamor on the door, even the whole village got accumulated. Bamhaman, Thakur, Kayastha came to see all the tamasha and to remove the itching of the hand. What would be more entertaining and fascinating spectacle than that, a man can be found in a house with a woman! Then, no matter how dignified and polite it may be, the public can not forgive him somehow. The carpenter was called, the keys were torn and Mamu Saheb got hiding in the straw stack. Champa was crying in the courtyard. The door opens on the opening No one talked to him. Where did mamu sahab run away? He knew, there is no way to escape for them. The killers were ready to eat. Been killed and forced to fall. Whose hand was the hand-shoe, stick, umbrella, kick, slingshot Even Mamun Saheb got unconscious and people left him as a mortal. Now after so much misfortune, he survived, can not live in the village, and his land will be brought to the hands of the bandits.
The news of this accident reached our destination. I also enjoyed him very much. I was laughing at the imagination of how I would have been beaten by him.
He continued to drink turmeric and jaggery for a month. As you walk around, come here to us. Here, the people of your village wanted to file a divorce.
If they had shown some humility, then I would have been sympathetic to them; But they had the same confidence. Seeing me playing or reading the novel, screaming and frightening me and threatening to complain to my father, why did I start to tolerate this now! Now I had enough spice to humiliate them!
After all, one day I wrote all this accident as a drama and told my friends. All-about-laughed My courage grew. I wrote it clearly and put it in the head of Mamoo Saheb and went to school. There was some fear in the heart, some were happy and some were also scared. The biggest curiosity was that what is called Mamoo Saheb reading the drama. I did not feel like living in school. The heart was tinged up there. Went home as a vacation But the paw was stopped near the door. Fear happened, mamu sir, do not kill me; But he knew that he would not be able to kill me more than a slap, because I was not in the girls who killed me.
But what is the matter! Mamu Saheb is not on the cot, where he would have been lying lately. Did you go home? Come and see the room there also silence. Mamu Saheb's shoes, clothes, bale missing all. Go in and ask. It is known, Mamu Saheb went home with some urgent work. Did not even eat food.
I came out and filled the whole room well, but my drama- that first composition- I did not get it. Do not know, Mamoo Saheb handed him to Chiragali or took him along with him to heaven?