Anil Rai turned to move towards the farm shed, he saw Bhagwan lal coming out fumbling with his Pyjama knot and looking about furtively, Rai stopped in his track “ Madarc**d ” he muttered to himself , Its been 10 years since he moved to Haldwani and lala had been upto these antics regularly, it all the more became difficult for the ‘forced bachelor ’ Anil with his wife and kids tending to Blind mother at RISIA in Tarkulwa.
Batuknath had passed away since long, new generation the first thing they did was to throw out Anil’s mother, Anil who managed to find a job with ‘Pearl poultry farm’ was visiting them off and on more off than often , life was a drag..he wanted to be with his kids and family.The make belief he always bragged to others about acres in East and his Bhumihar legacy seemed like a dream which he wanted to share with his kids, wife and mother.
Meanwhile unware of storm brewing to turn his life topsy turvy Anil entered the shed after Lala turned away to go to the bunglow, he saw PUSHPI ….the Tharu girl, he knew with LALA favoring her he had no chance,he ordered her to go to neighbouring shed ‘Shamless girl’ he shouted as if given a chance to do same he would have turned away like a saint.
PUSHPI ran away to other shed, she loved relative importance she enjoyed, That was the story of her community, Already crushed over centuries by invaders of North and classified as down most in social hierarchy..the isolated thriving of few Tharus in small pocket of Terai near Nepal border ended with new invaders who tilled this fertile land, did away with Jungles, Tharus became indentured labour under ‘KAMAIYA SYSTEM’ which was a form of debt bondage, PUSHPI had only known this life and now LALA spending his passion in her gave her the power she had never felt before..simple people complex choices.
Sun was up already,Labours had started moving in shed for morning egg collection, as first hand held trolley entered the Hatchery,Ballu was tending to electrical fault which was making INCUBATOR do very strange kind of nut/bolt churning kind of sound..it took him to another place and another time.. he recalled Tony making similar voices before trying shouting at him and Kharagbahadur was smiling, He smiled within “where would be Kharag these days”.As he turned than Ballu fell over the egg trolley which was sprawled on the floor..egg whites and yoke all over the face of Ballu.
Batuknath had passed away since long, new generation the first thing they did was to throw out Anil’s mother, Anil who managed to find a job with ‘Pearl poultry farm’ was visiting them off and on more off than often , life was a drag..he wanted to be with his kids and family.The make belief he always bragged to others about acres in East and his Bhumihar legacy seemed like a dream which he wanted to share with his kids, wife and mother.
Meanwhile unware of storm brewing to turn his life topsy turvy Anil entered the shed after Lala turned away to go to the bunglow, he saw PUSHPI ….the Tharu girl, he knew with LALA favoring her he had no chance,he ordered her to go to neighbouring shed ‘Shamless girl’ he shouted as if given a chance to do same he would have turned away like a saint.
PUSHPI ran away to other shed, she loved relative importance she enjoyed, That was the story of her community, Already crushed over centuries by invaders of North and classified as down most in social hierarchy..the isolated thriving of few Tharus in small pocket of Terai near Nepal border ended with new invaders who tilled this fertile land, did away with Jungles, Tharus became indentured labour under ‘KAMAIYA SYSTEM’ which was a form of debt bondage, PUSHPI had only known this life and now LALA spending his passion in her gave her the power she had never felt before..simple people complex choices.
Sun was up already,Labours had started moving in shed for morning egg collection, as first hand held trolley entered the Hatchery,Ballu was tending to electrical fault which was making INCUBATOR do very strange kind of nut/bolt churning kind of sound..it took him to another place and another time.. he recalled Tony making similar voices before trying shouting at him and Kharagbahadur was smiling, He smiled within “where would be Kharag these days”.As he turned than Ballu fell over the egg trolley which was sprawled on the floor..egg whites and yoke all over the face of Ballu.
(Purely a work of fiction any resemblance to persons living or dead is incidental)
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