Alok nandan
The peasant of Balzac, flashes before my eyes, rude, clever, merciless, opportunist, and greedy creature under the sky, as far as I can imagine through tireless pen of the French Writer. After reading his book 'the Peasant' my whole concepts was completely turned and I started looking the peasant world according to his mind, it impressed me much. Earlier in my school days I had been taught a lot about Peasant, his greatness, his selflessness, his humbleness, his kindness and his simple nature. And I had been asked to write essays about greatness of this great creature, and I would it. But latter I realized that, very true to say you after reading the peasant, how the wrong picture had been presented before me. A peasant is simple creature! Never, never, not at all. I can tell it because I have a village background, and know very well about the peasant's world, a merciless world, full of cruelty and dishonor. In spite of it I am weeping hard as I have just lost one of my childhood friend, a son of peasant. He committed suicide. I am worried he will disturb the hell as he would disturb the earthly creature around him like his father, a bloody full father who would never mind to pick up the quarrel anywhere and anytime. It is not least, even he would beat his three sons brutally, one of them was Indal, the man who committed suicide, the bloody one.
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I was seven five years old. I was playing with some boys of my village. Indal was also among them. He was always interested in gambling, although he was three years older than me, and had intention never to loose. He did not mind to have a fight when he lost and anyhow he captured all the money. Better to say he was a terror among all the children like his father.
All of sudden he came with a five years girl, holding her in his hand and trying to have intercourse with her. The girl, too, was supporting him. And before our eyes they indulged in a heinous act, and first time in my life, in my early life, I got glimpsed such a relation between a man and woman. And to me, it was hateful. All the boys of the village felt humiliated and shattered. A general and unspoken code was made since the day among the children not to talk him. He was not careful about it, further all his heinous acts remained continue, and of course, all these acts were leading him to suicide. And hell, he deserved for it.
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His elder brother died when he was bathing in a village pond and after one year he was married, when he was only eleven years old, with a nine years old girl. The child marriage was very common in that region, and very soon became the father of a girl. His father told him to go according to his own way and according the land was divided into three parts, two parts got the two sons and one part his father.
When he became 27 years old, he was six feet tall and fair. He was a peasant without formal education, but clever and crude.
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'What do you want? You don't know me…,' the man said with frightful voice when he was stopped by three unknown men, covering their face. It was a dark night and the man was going to his house after closing his shop.
'Don't worry. Just give me your money…' one of the covered faces said.
'What money? ', the man crumbled.
' I known you have money, and you are going to that Brahaman woman, who is living in our village.You have sinned, and for it you have to pay,' said the covered man.
'Who are you ? …wait I have recognized you…And I will see tomorrow…before the whole natives…'
'And what about tonight? If you recognize me then certainly you are not going to see the next sun…' with this words, the covered man grabbed him and knocked him down. Then he advanced to him with with a knife in his hand.
The man on the ground saw the killing instinct in his eyes and pleaded, 'Please leave me, whatever you want you take, …but please leave me…I have a wife and two sons…mercy !'
The covered man had no mercy and he killed the man.
'What did you do? ', said the second covered man to the killer.
'Take the money, He had recognized us, and it might be dangerous, ' he said and uncovered his face. It was Indal, killing the man and descending to suicide. Very soon this story spread all around the village and the whole village felt un-secure, somewhere I too.
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My father sifted in a town, one hundred kilometer away from my village. One day I was told to carry some grains from village to town. The leftist movement on its picks so there was a heavy scarcity of manpower. I was in a difficult situation.
All of sudden Indal came to me and said, 'May I help you? '
I had no alternative, so I agreed to take his help. He said, 'I am going to town, take all the grain in my Jeep. I will drop them in your house. And If you think better, you come latter, enjoy the village and its life. After all you have come here after a long gap.''
Really I was in mood to enjoy my village. So I put down all the grain in his jeep and stayed in the village.
After a week when come back to town my mother asked me about the grain. For a little I did not understand her words, buy gradually I realized that I had been a fool, I had been cheated by Indal. Latter I came to know that at the same day he had sold my grain in a market. I was very angry but I could not do anything against him, after all he was a murder, a cruel murder.
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Latter I entered into a new world when I came to Delhi. I worked there as a journalist for different newspapers and electronic media. And whenever I came across the news that I peasant had committed suicide, I had no sympathy for it. Even it became a political issue in Andhra Pradesh and Chandra Babu Naidu lost his election.At that time the suicide rate in Andhra Pradesh was very high.
After years I left Delhi and came Mumbai.
Day before yesterday a call came from Delhi and I was informed that Indal had had committed suicide. He was the real representative of peasant world, more or less I see the same characteristics in all peasants. And at last I am very much thankful to Balzac, I love the deep rooted meaning in his words. He is great ! He is great! and he is great!
The peasant of Balzac, flashes before my eyes, rude, clever, merciless, opportunist, and greedy creature under the sky, as far as I can imagine through tireless pen of the French Writer. After reading his book 'the Peasant' my whole concepts was completely turned and I started looking the peasant world according to his mind, it impressed me much. Earlier in my school days I had been taught a lot about Peasant, his greatness, his selflessness, his humbleness, his kindness and his simple nature. And I had been asked to write essays about greatness of this great creature, and I would it. But latter I realized that, very true to say you after reading the peasant, how the wrong picture had been presented before me. A peasant is simple creature! Never, never, not at all. I can tell it because I have a village background, and know very well about the peasant's world, a merciless world, full of cruelty and dishonor. In spite of it I am weeping hard as I have just lost one of my childhood friend, a son of peasant. He committed suicide. I am worried he will disturb the hell as he would disturb the earthly creature around him like his father, a bloody full father who would never mind to pick up the quarrel anywhere and anytime. It is not least, even he would beat his three sons brutally, one of them was Indal, the man who committed suicide, the bloody one.
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I was seven five years old. I was playing with some boys of my village. Indal was also among them. He was always interested in gambling, although he was three years older than me, and had intention never to loose. He did not mind to have a fight when he lost and anyhow he captured all the money. Better to say he was a terror among all the children like his father.
All of sudden he came with a five years girl, holding her in his hand and trying to have intercourse with her. The girl, too, was supporting him. And before our eyes they indulged in a heinous act, and first time in my life, in my early life, I got glimpsed such a relation between a man and woman. And to me, it was hateful. All the boys of the village felt humiliated and shattered. A general and unspoken code was made since the day among the children not to talk him. He was not careful about it, further all his heinous acts remained continue, and of course, all these acts were leading him to suicide. And hell, he deserved for it.
-----------------------------------------------------------
His elder brother died when he was bathing in a village pond and after one year he was married, when he was only eleven years old, with a nine years old girl. The child marriage was very common in that region, and very soon became the father of a girl. His father told him to go according to his own way and according the land was divided into three parts, two parts got the two sons and one part his father.
When he became 27 years old, he was six feet tall and fair. He was a peasant without formal education, but clever and crude.
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'What do you want? You don't know me…,' the man said with frightful voice when he was stopped by three unknown men, covering their face. It was a dark night and the man was going to his house after closing his shop.
'Don't worry. Just give me your money…' one of the covered faces said.
'What money? ', the man crumbled.
' I known you have money, and you are going to that Brahaman woman, who is living in our village.You have sinned, and for it you have to pay,' said the covered man.
'Who are you ? …wait I have recognized you…And I will see tomorrow…before the whole natives…'
'And what about tonight? If you recognize me then certainly you are not going to see the next sun…' with this words, the covered man grabbed him and knocked him down. Then he advanced to him with with a knife in his hand.
The man on the ground saw the killing instinct in his eyes and pleaded, 'Please leave me, whatever you want you take, …but please leave me…I have a wife and two sons…mercy !'
The covered man had no mercy and he killed the man.
'What did you do? ', said the second covered man to the killer.
'Take the money, He had recognized us, and it might be dangerous, ' he said and uncovered his face. It was Indal, killing the man and descending to suicide. Very soon this story spread all around the village and the whole village felt un-secure, somewhere I too.
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My father sifted in a town, one hundred kilometer away from my village. One day I was told to carry some grains from village to town. The leftist movement on its picks so there was a heavy scarcity of manpower. I was in a difficult situation.
All of sudden Indal came to me and said, 'May I help you? '
I had no alternative, so I agreed to take his help. He said, 'I am going to town, take all the grain in my Jeep. I will drop them in your house. And If you think better, you come latter, enjoy the village and its life. After all you have come here after a long gap.''
Really I was in mood to enjoy my village. So I put down all the grain in his jeep and stayed in the village.
After a week when come back to town my mother asked me about the grain. For a little I did not understand her words, buy gradually I realized that I had been a fool, I had been cheated by Indal. Latter I came to know that at the same day he had sold my grain in a market. I was very angry but I could not do anything against him, after all he was a murder, a cruel murder.
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Latter I entered into a new world when I came to Delhi. I worked there as a journalist for different newspapers and electronic media. And whenever I came across the news that I peasant had committed suicide, I had no sympathy for it. Even it became a political issue in Andhra Pradesh and Chandra Babu Naidu lost his election.At that time the suicide rate in Andhra Pradesh was very high.
After years I left Delhi and came Mumbai.
Day before yesterday a call came from Delhi and I was informed that Indal had had committed suicide. He was the real representative of peasant world, more or less I see the same characteristics in all peasants. And at last I am very much thankful to Balzac, I love the deep rooted meaning in his words. He is great ! He is great! and he is great!
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