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Polymorphous Man

Polymorphous Man

By uff nayenPublished 3 years ago • 10 min read
Polymorphous Man
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We talked to Harida and said, Have you heard, Harida, what happened?

By blowing on Unan's face and blowing many threads, Harida answered our words this time - No, I didn't hear anything.

- What has Jagdish Babu done, Shashaneni Harida?

Harida, no brother, how can I listen to the news of big people? Who will tell me?

For seven days a monk came and stayed at Jagdishbabu's house. Very high rate monk. Lives in Himalayan caves. Eat only one haritaki throughout the year; Eat nothing else. Many people think that the age of the monk is more than a thousand years. Are Harida-Sanyasis still there?

- No, gone. Harida regretted - I would have gone and washed my feet once.

Harida could not get it. He is a terribly rare thing. The monk did not allow anyone to touch the dust except that one Jagdish Babu. Harida-why?

Jagdish Babu attached a senna ball to a pair of wooden clogs and held it at the monk's feet. Then the monk was forced to put his feet forward, put on new clogs and Jagdish Babu took the dust from his feet.

Harida-Bah, this is very interesting!

- Yes, apart from that, Jagdish Babu forcibly threw a one hundred taka note into the monk's pocket while sending the monk away. The monk smiled and left. |

Harida became very serious after hearing the story. He remained silent for a long time. Harida has no ear to what we are saying or not saying.

The fire of Harida's heat was burning very loudly. After putting down a pot of boiling water for our tea, Harida put her pot of rice on the stove.

This small house inside the narrowest lane of the city is the house of Harida's life; And the morning and evening chat room for four of us. We bring tea, sugar and milk. Harida just boils water in the fire of his Unan.

Harida is a very poor man. But there is an obstacle in Harida's life to work. If you want, Harida can get an office job, or a shop salesman job; But that kind of work is not the choice of Harida's life. It is not possible for Harida to do a regular job with time and rules in front of the clock. Harida Unan's pot often boils only water and does not boil rice. Harida does not mind tolerating this monotonous lack, but has a terrible objection to monotonous work.

Harida's life has a really dramatic variety. And, that is Harida's profession in life. Haridar tries to settle his demand for rice pots with whatever he earns from Bahurupi. Sometimes Harida really worships. Then one day suddenly again one morning or evening in a strange disguise and went out on the road. No one can recognize. Those who know give one-anna or two-anna gratuity. Those who do not recognize, either do not pay anything, or get bored and give two paisa each.

One day, near the bus stand at Chowk, there was an outcry at noon. A crazy madman; Saliva is dripping from his mouth, his eyes are bright red. A tattered blanket is tied around his waist, and a tin necklace is around his neck. The madman is carrying a brick in his hand and is hurling it at the passengers sitting on top of the bus. Passengers are shouting and throwing a penny.

After a while the bus driver Kashinath scolded. That's enough Hari, this time move away. go the other way

Ah? Is it a polymorph? Some of the bus passengers laugh, some are quite upset; Someone is quite surprised. Really, that guy managed to dress up very well.

Harida's life seems to be going on with such multi-faceted games. The multi-faceted Harida sometimes creates wonderful events in the life of this city. The light of the evening has just started, the personality and chatter of the people in the shop has accumulated. Suddenly, the sweet sound of the bells echoed across the road. A beautiful Baiji is about to dance. Those who are new to the city, they stare with wide eyes. But the shopkeeper laughed - Hari's trunk!

Ah? Is it a beauty or not? Some people's fascinated eyes are confused, and they ask questions in a slightly disappointed voice.

Baiji's disguise did not harm Harida's anger that day. He got a total of eight rupees and ten annas. We also saw that beautiful Baiji standing in front of each shop, smiling and holding a flower arrangement. Shopkeeper too. He laughed and picked up a siki and threw it on Baiji's flower arrangement.

Sometimes Baul, sometimes Kapalik. Sometimes the old Kabuliwala with the baggy shoulders, sometimes the hat-coat-pantlun-wearing Firingi Keramin Sahib. Harida stood inside Dayalbabu's lychee garden dressed as a policeman; Four school boys were caught. The boys cried in fear; And the master of the school came and apologized to the fake policemen - measure them like this time. But after taking Atana bribe. The master's request was protected by the fake-cop Harida.

The next day, however, the master of the school did not know, to whom he gave a bribe of eight annas. But the master was not angry at all. Instead, he praised a little, really, the police dressed very nicely Hari!

But now we don't understand exactly what Harida is thinking so seriously. After listening to the story of the monk, did Harida have any new thoughts in his head?

Well, our suspicions are not false. Harida said - today we will show you a forced game.

- What is your benefit by showing us Harida? You will not get more than a cigarette from us.

Harida-No, not exactly. I say you are from there. then

Will see...

- Where?

Harida – Today evening at Jagdish Babu's house.

-Suddenly you got so much enthusiasm to show the game at Jagdishbabu's house.

Harida laughs - I will get something like that. You understand, the whole day. It does not cost more than two or three rupees even if you go around in disguise. Once Baaji Seze was found, however, there was more. But what will happen?

Harida is right. Harida went out dressed for one day a week. But it does not make the stomach move for seven days.

Harida said-No, this time it is not to take a bribe to get a hand like a pauper. Now kill the elephant, the booty is the treasure. What I swallow at once will last me a whole year.

But how is it possible? Jagdish Babu is a rich man, but quite a miser. Jagadish Babu will be more happy to see Harida dressed as a yogi monk or a monk? And if you are happy, you will give gratuity. Not more than five.

Harida says - if you want to see, then stay at Jagdishbabu's house today in the evening.

We said - Stay; I will go to Jagdish Babu this evening to get chada for our party.

Great look this evening. How long has the moonlight fallen upon our city, but never has such a soft and calm glow shone round it so beautifully as it does today.

The wind is blowing. All the leaves of Jagdish Babu's garden are rustling as if trying to say something. A big light is burning in the balcony of Jagdish Babu's house. Jagdish Babu is sitting on a chair near that light. Jagadishbabu is a white head, white beard, gentle, calm and wise man. We stand handing over our spert chadar khata to Jagadishbabu.

Jagdish Babu was shocked. Jagdishbabu's two surprised eyes became blinded by looking at the stairs of the balcony.

We are also surprised. I was surprised, a little scared. Because, I really can't believe that, who is standing near the stairs, is he really Harida? And the appearance can really be a polymorph?

Jatajutdhari is not a monk. There is no commando in hand, no tweezers. The deerskin seat is not included. There is no traditional dress. Warm body, a pale white northern over it. Wearing a white thong of small fleet.

Dry white hair is flying on the head. Feet covered in dust, a window in hand, inside that window there is only one book, Gita. What did this stranger see when he took out the Gita? Then he smiled to himself.

This stranger is as if he has walked from beyond the limits of this world. The slender body seems almost incorporeal in appearance. What a strange noble calm and bright look is falling from the eyes of this stranger.

Jagadishbabu stood up - let's go.

The stranger laughs – are you greater than God?

Jagdish Babu thinks about something and says - why? Why? Why are you saying this, my lord?

I am not a king, I am a speck of dust in this creation.-But you probably think yourself bigger than God by boasting of property worth eleven lakhs of rupees. So you are standing there, unable to come down.

At that moment, Jagdish Babu went down the stairs. - I have committed a crime. you don't get angry

The stranger laughs again – I am angry, I have no anger. There was a day, that was about previous birth.

Jagdish Babu- Tell me, how can I serve you now?

Biragi says - I want cold water, I don't want anything else.

Biragi gasped after drinking cold water. Meanwhile Bhavatesh whispers near my ear.-No no, not Harida. It can't be. Impossible! Harida's voice is not like that.

Biragi says - do you know what the ultimate happiness is? Freed from all the bonds of happiness!

Bhavatosh puts his face to the ear and says, "Are you listening?" Can these languages be the language of Harida's mouth?

Jagdish Babu was sitting on the stairs by then. Perhaps his hands began to fumble to touch Biragi's feet. Jagdish Babu says I should stay here for a few days Biragiji. This is my soul's request to you. Jagdish Babu looked at Biragi's face with both hands. |

Biragi laughs - can you tell me why I should stay in the house of a person when there is open sky outside and space on the earth?

- Biragiji! Jagdishbabu's tone of voice was pitiful.

Biragi says no, I have had water here, this is enough. God bless you. But it is not possible for me to have you here.

Jagadishbabu – But at least give some command, if you have any….

Never mind, the one I'm falling for is no less than you. So I don't need to ask anything from you.

Jagdish Babu - But give me some advice, Biragi, otherwise I will not get peace.

Biragi-Dhan Jan Jouvan is nothing Jagadishbabu. These are beautiful deprivations. With all the desires of the mind and soul try to become one's own only, to whom all the opulences of this creation are available.Well I go.

Jagdish Babu says - You stay for a minute Biragiji. Biragi stood motionless on the stairs for a minute. A strange aura, softer than today's moonlight, seems to be falling from Biraghi's eyes. Bhavatesh whispers - no no, can those eyes be Harida's eyes? impossible

Jagdishbabu has a bag in his hand. A rush of knots inside the bag. Jagdish Babu put the bag at the feet of Biragi and prayed in a sad voice - this is a kiss, this is a little. Biragiji accept one hundred rupees and give me peace. I gave this money for your pilgrimage.

Bibagi laughs – All the pilgrimages are inside my chest. There is no need to travel.

Jagadishbabu-My request Viragiji….

Biragi says - Just as I can easily trample on the dust, I can easily trample the army too.

Saying that, Biragi went down from the stairs. A bag of one hundred and one rupees was lying on the stairs. Biragi didn't even look at that.

What are you doing Harida? What happened? where Did you forget that you said that you will show the game today? Why did you spend the evening sitting at home?

Saying that we all entered Harida's room

The fire of Harida's heat was burning very loudly. Rice is boiling in a pot on the heat. And, holding a bidi, Harida is sitting silently. He smiled shyly when he saw us.

- What a surprise! Bhavatosh was shocked. - Harida, you really came out. Are you angry?

Harida does not laugh, brother.

There is that white northerner lying on the mat, and that window and that Gita.

Anadi says - What did you do, Harida? Jagdish Babu got five hundred rupees, but you turned away like a true monk with contempt?

Harida - tell me what to do? I didn't want to. Be a hundred... What is Bhavatesh?

Harida-shat be it, tell me how to touch money and money as a monk?

That ruins my mood. |

Harida said what a strange thing! Harida does not argue with this. And, it is not difficult to understand, the rice pot of Harida's life will sometimes be filled only by boiling water. The blind will never forgive this mistake of Harida.

Anadi says - but did you ever go to Jagdishbadhu again….

Harida screamed and laughed at the book. What is the way without going? Go and demand at least the bakshish?

Bakshish? Bhavtesh shouted. That's eight annas or ten annas. | Harida smiles shyly with a beedi mouth - what else can be done? Not only that, the life of this type of person can expect more than this?

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