A Kalam-Kasbi of Gujarat who lived with a painful heart

- It is our environment that has produced all these sins!

- The criminal's eyes were on the chef! A real policeman can recognize a thief by his feet. After taking him to a private place, he gave him one, two, three lashes, gave him a prison sentence. 'Believe it, soil! Otherwise, today is because of you.'

- Dilon Mein Ghar Bana Lena Nahi Asan Kuch Sahib,

Hunar jisco ye aa jae kabhi beghar nahi rahana.

This is the story of a writer in Saurashtra. From childhood, mother Sharda put her head in her lap. His brother works in the kingdom, but what if this cool man is made of gold, he doesn't like a skeleton!

Today, many writers will be seen standing at the gate of Lakshmivant or at the royal gate, giving a beggar in the hands of Ma Sharda, but the true writer is a madman, a madman, a lonely man, a lonely man! May the thorny sect be free!

This writer took a vow with his four friends in Calcutta, 'not to fall into the world, to practice celibacy for life and to practice the Sadhana of Maa Saraswati.'

Among these five friends, one of them even became a giant, but he wrote this determination and sent it to his home. He lived the pious life of a hermit monk, but the writer we are talking about chose to remain cool despite all the circumstances of worldly entry! And that fun and ease came to life and love. Saurashtra's period in journalism was brought to prominence by his pen. Susheelta's aura shined. Amritakoompa of Antar fell on the thorn of language and continued to offer sweetness to them.

But they are not sitting here to tell the story of their life. A mini-show, an event like a flickering dim lamp on a dark hill! The stormy winds are such that there is no telling when they will be extinguished. Before that we want to point the finger at that beacon. Perhaps, sometimes a lost, lost boat will be helped by it.

A watch by the author. Not much promotion of the watch at that time. The watch is very beautiful. Its chain is also beautiful.

The author is a cook there! A bit whimsical! Cook watch the clock every day, praise it! If you ever get an opportunity, take it in hand and see! He was surprised to see the thorn spinning and said, 'Brother! Look at this strange ghat. A hundred of bells and one of bells. While the minute hand like a laborer turns a full circle, the hour hand like this big sir turns only one notch.'

A one-time thing. The writer left the watch and went out for a walk. If you see when you come, there is no clock! The nature of not going for a moment without a watch. The watch is beautiful, but if it goes away, the heart will be broken!

He started an investigation. asked the servant. The servant says, 'Sir! I do not know.' When asked the cook, he came to rebuke, 'Sir! Such a clock will be placed everywhere! You are oblivious, sir! Must have forgotten somewhere!'

And the next invention was picked up by the chef. He started threatening the neighbor's boys. The servant began to know. The writer himself was calm. A criminal lives at the front door. A close relationship with them. The chef spoke to the criminal. So Fojdar came forward and said to the writer, 'Are you in a headlock?'

'Nothing, nothing, you stay the police!' The author said half and half.

'Are you afraid of the police? The police will not tire you out by pushing you to the police station. Don't bother your men and I am too!' Fajdar said.

'No, no, I don't want to entrust that to you. You bring suspicion on my servants. Catch him, tie him, kill him...' The writer's heart was filled with compassion. As if the heart was saying, our environment has created this sin!

'Sir! Would you be educated and say that? If we don't kill the thief, why salute?' The criminal questioned. It happened that there are educated Vediyas.

'But where are all these thieves? These are people drawn by natural instincts,' said the writer.

'What is natural?' Faujdar felt something new in the conversation.

'How is it that when we see someone's good house, we feel like getting such a house! We have been trained, the mind has been trained. We know the broad way of what should be done to get such a good house. These poor people have not been educated in the hassle of kneading bread from a young age. Maybe he got greedy and resorted to theft and made a mistake.'

Faujdar was listening to this philosophy. The writer went to his office to investigate. The left hand often does not remember what is left!

On this side, when the relatives got the news, they came to inquire. The writers were not at home, but were criminals in front. Everyone said to them, 'Fojdar Sahib! Whatever he says, but what is your duty? It is not okay to steal from the door in front of your seat!'

'I will catch the thief in two hours, but then...' said the criminal.

'Then on us. No one will say anything because the object will be found. These are crazy people. They couldn't even afford it. Came but couldn't afford it,' relatives said practically.

Ne Fojdar called the cook, the servant! His eyes were on the chef! A real policeman can recognize a thief by his feet. After taking him to a private place, he gave him one, two, three lashes, gave him a prison sentence. 'Believe it, soil! Otherwise, today is because of you.'

A thief's feet are of clay. The chef shuddered. Said, 'Sir! I have taken it.'

'Go, get it from where you put it!'

The cook immediately set off to get the watch. Meanwhile, the writer checked in the office and came home empty-handed. If you go to the house and see, the fireplace burns like that! The dough is kneaded. The dal-rice pans are not boiled, nor is the chef! No servant!

The writer's heart was crushed. Decided! The criminal must have caught the cook-servant and killed him. Oh poor thing! They must be thinking that whoever was employed there was beaten! Shame on me!

Fair show between thieves and moneylenders? The lender has the discretion to take the item. A thief has the courage to steal something. Wisdom is better than courage. Courageous guards or sepoys. A wise man is withered.

The writer reached the house of the fugitive in a panic. The criminal was sitting with a watch in his hand. The chef was standing by.

'Take a watch! This is it!' The criminal showed the watch.

'Where did you get it from?' the writer questioned with unwavering curiosity.

'From your chef. Learn to recognize man.'

'You killed him, didn't you?'

'Lato ke bhoot baton se nahi manate. Never get caught stealing without the fourteenth ratan. Faujdar said his years of experience. There was naturalness in his voice, but the writer's voice was broken.

Hey Fojdar sir! Did you see with your own eyes? I just wanted to see! Nahak beat the poor man. What am I to do with such a clock! Alas, there will be no dinner yet. Let's all eat together.'

The author did not pick up the watch. The criminal was also taken to eat together. While eating, he said the same thing, 'Sir Fojdar! You killed the poor thing.'

Sitting next to him, he asked the chef. He was afraid that now he will put me hard, but he got a new experience. After preparing the meal, he took the watch from the Fajdar and asked the cook intently,

'You like this, why?'

What would the chef answer? There was fear in his eyes. Don't know what will happen. She was scared. 'Brother! We don't get everything we want. It requires hard work, honest hard work.'

And the writer went ahead and gave the watch to the chef. For the chef to touch the clock was worse than to touch the black snake... but the writer's insistence was unstoppable. Looking at this crazy man with criminal astonishment. Finally, the watch remained in the chef's pocket. He also had a job as a chef. The examination of the tendency of man to distance himself from man is called Vidwatta.

This small event is also indicative of the importance of human beings. This author's name is Mr. Sushil! He wrote ironic religious stories. Along with this, he showed a shift in religion in life. Worked in the field of literature and journalism for forty years. He wrote history, biography, compassionate stories, religious stories and translations in as many as thirty-five books. Creators like Sushil, who act as a great research, are soon forgotten by the society. A society that forgets its noble splendor soon becomes rank.

anecdote

Who is friend and who is enemy in politics?

Takhta, a play written by the famous English playwright Bernard Shaw, was also scheduled to be performed. Playwright Bernard Shaw was the first show of the play. Prime Minister of the country Mr. Invite Churchill.

Bernard Shaw was widely known for his sense of humor. He sent an invitation to Winston Churchill. It wrote:

'I invite you to the first show of my play. You will come if necessary, even if you have any friend with you, bring along if necessary.'

Prime Minister Winston Churchill received an invitation, but he could not understand a sentence of Bernard Shaw. Why would Bernard Shaw have written 'if a friend'?

Winston Churchill wrote a reply thanking him for the invitation and also asked why you wrote 'if a friend'?

Bernard Shaw retorted, 'You are a politician and a politician considers no one a friend, hence 'if' was written.'

We remembered this because it is difficult to find out who will be friends with whom in the politics of the country in the run up to elections. Once adversaries Rahul Gandhi and Akhilesh Yadav became firm friends. Bihar Chief Minister Nitish Kumar after leaving the BJP at one point 'RSS'. He announced the resolution of 'Free India' and said, 'Mitti mein mil jayenge par BJP mein vapus nahi jayenge.'

After making such a political pledge to fill the people, he formed an alliance with the BJP twice. Two years ago, BJP also said that 'BJP's doors are forever closed for Nitish Kumar.' Now and again Nitishkumar joined hands with BJP and along with it, to fill the gullible people at that time, he has promised that 'Now I will stay with BJP till the end of my life.'

A defector in Indian politics, Nitish Kumar has retained the chair of the Chief Minister for eight times and thus proved what Bernard Shaw had said years ago.