GHAR JAMAI ||MUNSHI PREMCHAND'S story||

                                                      

                                                    

Harithan came in the second half of the Jeth with water and kept sitting outside.  Smoke was seen coming from the house.  There was also the sound of sizzle.  Both his brothers-in-law came after him and went into the house.  Boys from both years also came and entered in the same way, but Haridhan could not go inside.  Ethar was dealing with him for a month and he had to listen to the rebuke, especially yesterday, he was putting fetters on his feet.  Yesterday his mother-in-law had said, my brother is filled with you, am I sitting for your life for a contract?  And above all, the cruelty of her woman had broken her heart.  She sat listening to this rebuke, but not even once did she come out of her mouth, mother!  Why are you insulting them?  She sat listening to the gut.  Perhaps I was happy on my condition.  How does he go to this house?  Then to eat the same abuses and hear the same rebuke?  And today, after ten years of life in this house, it is happening.  I work less than anyone?  Both the brothers keep sleeping sweetly and I give water to the bulls, I prune them.  Everybody there drink Chillam from moment to moment, I keep working in my work with eyes closed.  At dusk, the householder goes to play songs.  I watch cow - buffalo till night.  He is getting the award that no one asks for food.  Reverses and abuses are found.  Her woman came out of the house with a drool and said, 'Just pull it from the well, there is not a drop of water.  'Haridhan dodged and brought water from the well.  He was very hungry.  Understood, now she will come to call for food, but the woman went inside with a drool, then she is being there.  Haridhan tired - Manda, was distraught by apps, sleeping. Suddenly his lady Gumani came and woke him up.  Haridhan said - lying down, "What is it?"  Will you not be left lying or want more water?  'Gumani said in bitter voice,' Why are you gurti, I have come to call for food.  'Haridhan saw that both his brother-in-law and his elder brother-in-law were going to eat.  A fire broke out in his body.  I have now reached the point that I cannot even sit and eat with these people.  These people are the owners.  I am going to lick their stick.  I am their dog, which is eaten after slicing bread.  This is the house where he was respected so much ten years ago.  Brother-in-law used to remain a slave.  Mother-in-law used to live  The woman used to worship.  Then he had money, property.  Now he is impoverished.  These people litter all his property.  Now he has also been brought to the loaves.  A flame arose in his heart that at the same time he went in and soaked the mother-in-law and the sister-in-law, but remained confiscated.  Lying, he said, 'I am not hungry.  I will not eat today.  'Gumani said,' You will not eat from my problem, if not.  You will eat, it will go in your stomach, something will go in my stomach.  'Haridhan's croth became a tear.  This is my woman, for which I mixed my whole earth in the soil.  I want to remove all this now by making me an owl.  Where does he go now!  What to do .  His mother-in-law came and said, 'Why don't you eat it later, on whom are you crying.  Nobody has the capacity to bear your tantrums here.  Do not give what you give and what you will do.  Your daughter is upset, no one has taken the contract for your life.  'Haridhan said with heartache,' Yes, Amma!  My mistake was that I understood this.  What do I have now that you will take the contract for my life?  When I had money, everything used to come.  Now I am poor, why would you ask?  The old mother-in-law also swung in and went inside.

                                                     

                                                                  

For children, the father is a useless thing, 'a thing of luxury, like a gram for a horse or an attachment to babus.  If you do not get bread - lentils, temptation for a lifetime, then who is at a disadvantage, but one day the roti - lentils are not seen, then see what happens.  The darshan of the father sometimes goes up in the evening, he bounces the child, caresses, sometimes takes it in his lap or with a finger and takes it for a walk and that is his duty.  If he goes abroad, the child does not care, but the mother is the child's all.  The child cannot bear his separation even for a minute.  The father should be someone, not a caretaker, there should be only one bouncing man, but the mother should be her own, sixteen - to come.  Same form, Same color, same love, same thing.  If it is not there, it is as if the child's source of life dries up, then it is the Nandi of Shiva, on which offering flowers or water is not imperative.  Today, Haridhan's mother had passed away ten years.  He was married at that time.  He was a sixteen year old Kumar.  But as soon as mother died, she came to know how helpless I am.  As if he had no right over that house.  The sisters were married.  Brother was no other.  The poor person was afraid to go home alone too.  Wept for the mother, but was afraid of the shadow of the mother.  In the cell where he had sacrificed, he would not even lift his eyes.  There was an aunt in the house, she used to cherish Haridhan a lot.  Haridhan now gets more milk, he also has to work less.  Aunt would repeatedly ask, 'Son!  Will you eat something?  Tiger also loves him more than now.  A separate cow was ordered for him.  Sometimes he would give him some money to spend as he wants.  But these wounds did not cure the wound which had hurt his soul.  He caressed and loved her, reminding her of her mother repeatedly.  Was the fun of mother's movements in this caress?  Was there joy in this beggar that he was happy to ask his mother, fighting, nipping and taking him away?  Previously he was healthy, he used to eat by asking, fighting and fighting, now he was ill, good things were given to him, but there was no hunger.  He lived in this condition for a year.  Then the world changed.  A new woman, whom people used to call her mother, came to her house and, looking like a black coat, covered her narrow planet, 'all the greenery, all the light was covered with darkness.  Haridhan did not even talk to this fake mother, never even went to her.  One day he came out of his house and went to his in-laws' house.  The father called again and again, but during his lifetime - he did not go to that house again.  The day his father's death was reported, he felt a kind of jealous joy.  There was not even a drop of tears in his eyes.  Arriving in this new world, Haridhan once again enjoyed the joy of mother-love.  Her mother-in-law filled her void life like a sage - a blessing.  There was greenery in the desert.  All the aspirations of her life were fulfilled in the affection of the daughters, in the affection of the mother-in-law, in the speech of the years, and in the love of the woman.  Mother-in-law would say, 'Son!  You consider this house as your own, you are the star of my eyes.  She used to complain to her boys, daughters-in-law.  He understood in his heart, Sasji wants me more than his sons.  As soon as the father died, he went home and returned to his property with a bag of money.  Now his double honor began.  He made his life worthwhile by offering all his wealth at the feet of his mother-in-law.  Till now, he was sometimes reminded of the house, now forgetting hisDo not miss, as if it was a terrible scandal in his life, which was good for him to forget.  He would get up first, do the most work.  Seeing his good work, his hard work, the people of the village used to press their fingers.  The fate of his father-in-law, who got such a son-in-law.  But as the days went by, his respect and honor declined.  First there was the deity, then the man of the house, finally the slave of the house.  The rotis were also hampered, humiliation started.  If the people of the house were to die of hunger as well as he had to die, then he would not have any complaint.  But when he sees that people are giving a mustache to mustaches, only I have been made a fly of milk, then a long, cold sigh would have come out of his interior.  At present, she was only twenty five years old.  How will this age be spent in this house?  Moreover, her woman also turned her eyes, this was the most cruel scene of that disaster.  Haridhan was hungry and thirsty - there was burning in the fire, there was talk of mother-in-law at home and in both years.  Gumani also used to mix yes.  The elder brother said, 'We equal people.  They do not understand that someone has taken a little bit of their life.  It has been ten years.  Would not two or three thousand have been captured in these days?  'Little brother said,' If you are a man, even a man can race, Dante also, what should anyone say to him now.  Do not know whether the body will ever be removed from them?  You must understand in your heart, I have not given two thousand rupees?  They do not understand when their two thousand flew.  A quarter of a century is required.  The mother-in-law said in a serious way, 'It is very heavy khorak.  'Gumani was removing lice from mother's head.  Smoldering heartily said, 'What is the work except eating a worthless man.  There is nothing to eat 'big,'  One who eats as much as he is hungry, but should produce something.  Do not understand that someone's days are cut off in Pahunai.  'Little', I will say one day, now take your way, your debt has not been eaten.  Hearing such things from the family members, she started to hate her husband.  If he brought four paise from outside, then how much honor and respect he would have had in this house, she would have also become a queen.  Don't know why his grandmother dies while going out and earning somewhere.  Gumani's attitudes were still quite childish.  He had no home of his own.  The interest of the same house - harm was also important for him.  She would also think in the same words, look at the problem with the same eyes as her family.  The truth is, will you buy someone for two thousand rupees? What is the amount of money?  Two hundred were just a year old. 

                                                   

                                                       

 Will not two men eat two hundred in a year?  Then clothes - latte, milk - ghee are all there.  It has been ten years, a brass ring has not been made.  If they go out of the house, they die.  You know, as before there was worship, it will continue throughout the birth.  Do not think that before there was more, now there is more.  The daughter-in-law also goes to her in-laws first, so how great is her.  The instruments ring as soon as they get out of the doli, the women of the village-locality come to see its mouth and give money.  For months, she gets good food from around the house, wearing good clothes, no work is taken, but after six months no one asks for her, she becomes a housemaid.  I used to have the same pace in his house.  Then weep.  If you say that I work, then it is your mistake, it is another matter.  He is also scolded by the man, also killed, kept whenever he wants, whenever he wants.  Takes tight work.  It is not that when he came in Zee, he did some work, when he came in Zee, he was sleeping.  Haridhan was also lying inside - he was smoldering that the two brothers came out and the elder brother said, 'Brother!  Wake up, the third watch has fallen, how long will you sleep?  The whole farm is lying.  Haridhan Chat got up and said in a loud voice, 'Have you got me an idiot?  'Both brothers became shocked.  The man who never opened the tongue, always kept his hands tied like slaves, today he became so self-respecting, it was enough to surprise him.  Some answers were not thought out.  Haridhan saw that both these steps were uprooted, so one could not stop the strong desire to push and give.  He said in the same manner, 'I have eyes too, I am not blind, nor am I deaf.  Tear the chest and work on it, even if the dog is considered, such donkeys will be elsewhere.  Now even the elder brothers get hot, 'No one has tied you here.  'This time Haridhan is wonderful.  Nothing was thought out.  The elder then said in the same manner, 'If you want to remain there for the whole of your birth and continue to be treated with the same kind of respect, then it is not our question, Haridhan said with eyes,' Am I less than you  Do work  "Elder, 'who says this?' Haridhan, 'So the policy of your house is that the one who does the most work, the hunger should be killed? Elder,' You did not go to eat yourself. Would anyone put mouthful in your mouth? Haridhan chewed his lips and said, 'I did not go to eat myself.  You do not feel sorry  "Did not come, sister, to call you?"  'Blood came into Haridhan's eyes, grinding his teeth and left.  The younger brother said, 'Amma also came.  You did it, I am not hungry, what would I do.  The mother-in-law was running from within.  Hearing this, she said, 'I am lost by saying how much, no one wakes up, what should I do.  'Haridhan said in a tone filled with poison, blood and fire,' I am your boy's shoe to eat?  I am a dog to eat and throw a piece of dry bread in front of me?  The old lady said in awe, "So will you match the boys?"  'Haridhan is defeated.  In a single sentence of the old lady, her work was done.  His stretched bhava fell loose, the fire of the eyes extinguished, the tearing nostrils became silent.  Like a hurt man, he fell to the ground.  'Will you match my boys?  'This sentence used to pierce his heart like a long spear,' neither was the end of the heart, nor that spear!  The whole house ate, but Haridhan did not get up.  Mother-in-law celebrated, daughters-in-law celebrated, father-in-law celebrated, both brothers-in-law lost, Haridhan did not get up.  There was a sack at the door, picked it up and took it to the most isolated well and laying it on the world.  It was a rainy night .  Bright stars were playing like children in the eternal sky.  Some danced, some bounced, some laughed, some opened their eyes and then opened.  By and by, a courageous child filled the flat and crossed that wide area in an instant and did not know where.  Haridhan remembered his childhood when he used to play in the same way.  His hair-memories were ignited like those same bright stars.  He started remembering his small house, the mango orchard, the place where he used to take care of, the ground where he used to play kabdi.  Then the sad idol of his loving mother stood before him.  There was so much compassion, so much compassion in those eyes.  He felt as if the mother had tears in her eyes, stretched out her hands to attach her chest to her side.  He forgot himself in that sweet feeling.  It seems as if Mata has tied her to her chest and is turning her hand on her head.  He started crying, weeping bitterly.  In the same self-hypnotized condition, words came out of his mouth - Amma!  You have forgotten me so much.  Look, what is the condition of your beloved Lal?  Nobody even asks him for water.  Is there no room for me where you are? Suddenly Gumani came and called, 'Have you slept?  Is such a monstrous sleep, why not walk and eat?  How long someone should sit for you.  Haridhan came under cruel imagination from that fantasy world.  At the same time there was the world of wells, the same shattered tat and gumani was standing in front, 'How long someone should sit for you.  Haridhan sat up and said as if the sword was taken out of the sheath and said, 'Well, you have come to know me.  I had done it, I am not hungry.  'Gumani', so how long will you not eat?  "Now I will not drink even the water of this house.  Do you want to go with me or not?  Hearing these words full of determination, Gumani was astonished.  He said, "Where are you going?"  'Harighan said as if drunk,' What do you mean by this?  Will you go with me or not?  Then do not say back, told me not.  'You said with a sense of objection,' Why don't you tell me, where are you going?  "Will you go with me or not?"  "Until you tell, I will not go."  "You know, you don't want to go."  That is all I had to ask, otherwise I would have gone half way by now.  Saying this, he got up and walked towards his house.  Gumani kept on crying, 'Listen, listen.  'But he did not even look back.  Hari Dhan, a thirty-mile destination, covered five hours.  When he arrived in front of the immortals of his village, his maternal spirit was playing on Usha's golden lap.  Seeing those trees, his very heart started dancing.  Seeing the golden urn of the temple, he was running like this, as if his mother was calling him on the lap.  When he reached the mango orchard, where he enjoyed the elephant ride, sitting on the branches, where the raw beers and lees had a serpentine flavor, he sat down and bowed his head on the ground, as if his mother was his  Calamity - Telling the story.  In the air there, in the light there, as if her great mother was spreading.  The Angul - Angul land there was sacred with the footsteps of the mother, the words still submerged in the mother's affection, as if echoing in the sky.  Who knows what Sanjiyani was in this air and in this sky, which again filled his heart with excitement.  He climbed a tree and started eating mangoes from there.  The harsh words of the mother-in-law, that brutal shock of the woman, all the humiliation she forgot.  His feet were swollen, the soles were jealous, but he did not care about anything in this joy.  Presser's.  Precious katiyaSuddenly the keeper called out, 'Who has climbed up, Ray?  Get down now, otherwise I will pull such a stone and kill them, that they will cool down.  'He also gave many abuses.  At this time Hariyan was getting supernatural joy in this rebuke and these abuses.  He hid in the branches, downed several mangoes, and laughed out loud.  He did not laugh for such a long time.  The guard found this laughter familiar.  But where is Haridhan here?  He is breaking in-laws' loaves.  How laughable, what a chibilla.  Don't know what happened to the poor thing?  Used to jump in the pond with the tree.  Now who is like this in the village?  Scolded and said, 'Sitting from there - if you will laugh, I will come and remove all the laughter, else come straight down.  'He kept on abusing that a kernel came and hit his head.  Stirring head said, 'Who the devil is, does not believe.  Wait, I come and take your news.  'He laid down his wood and went upstairs like monkeys.  If seen, Haridhan is sitting and smiling.  Surprised, he said, 'Hey, Haridhan!  When did you come here  How long have you been sitting on this tree?  Both of their childhood friends were hugged right there.  'When did you come here?  Come on, let's go home.  Good man, were there commoners too?  'Haridhan smiled and said,' Mangroo!  The taste of these mangoes is not in the mangoes anywhere else.  What color is the village?  Mangroo, 'All is well, brother!  Just like you broke the bond.  That way someone leaves their village - home?  Ever since your grandfather died, the whole situation was destroyed.  There are two small boys.  What happens to them?  'Harighan,' what is the deal with that arrest, brother?  I have already given my take  Will you get the approval?  I will feed your cow, give me food.  'Mangroo said with disbelief,' Hey brother!  What kind of things you do, life is present for you.  Will you not live in your in-laws' house?  Nothing to worry about .  First of all it is your house, manage it.  Have small children, raise them.  You were afraid of the new Amma.  Poor thing is poor.  Just understand your mother.  After getting you, you will be happy.  Okay, will you bring the family also?  'Haridhan,' will no longer see his face.  She died for me.  'Mangroo' will be the second engagement.  This time, I will bring such a kind of medicine that you will drink his feet, but if the first one comes, then?  'Haridhan', it will not come. When Haridhan reached his home, both brothers came, brother.  Brother came.  Saying this, she ran inside and told her mother.  Haridhan felt such peaceful glory as soon as he stepped on it, as if he is sitting on his mother's lap.  His heart had become soft during these days.  Where previously there was pride, there was insistence, there was arrogance, there was despair, defeat and plea.  The force of the disease had reduced, now even a minor medicine could affect it.  The walls of the fort were strewn.  It was not impossible to get into it now.  The house where he had been disillusioned one day, was now ready to shelter him by spreading his lap.  Harivan's constant mind was satisfied after getting this shelter.  In the evening, Vimata said, 'Son!  You have come home, our blessed part.  Now raise these children.  The relationship of the mother is not right, it is the relation of the father.  Give me a loaf, I will eat and stay in one corner.  My sister has a relationship with your mother.  Because of that you are a boy.  'Haridhan saw his mother as a mother-child with a vimata.  The shadow of maternal memories was scattered in every corner of the house like moonlight, the adult face of Vimata was also decorated with the same shade.  The next day Haridhan then plowed on the shoulder and walked to the field.  There was gaiety on his face and pride in his eyes.  He was no longer a dependent, a refugee, not a beggar of someone's door, a keeper of the house.  One day he heard, Gumani took another house.  He said to his mother, 'You heard, Aunty!  Gumani got home.  Kaki said, 'What will the house do, ridiculed!  Such oppression in the community?  Is the court not a panchayat?  "Haridhan said, 'No, Kaki. It was very good. La, come to Mahavirji offering laddus. I was afraid, I could not get around my neck. God listened to me. I was determined to go from there, now  Will not see his mouth.