Subedar Jaswinder Singh Bhuleria
Recently I went to the Military Welfare Office regarding some of my documents. A retired Captain who came to the office was pleading to cover up his misdeeds, but the military welfare officers were not forgiving him. Until I came to know the truth about him. By that time I was pitying his condition that we spend all our youth at the expense of the country and we have to beg the office bearers for old age pension. The senior clerk told him that today is not the time; Then one day we will try to solve your problem. When he said yes and went out, I asked the clerk, “Why didn’t you listen to an old man?” The army has awarded him with the post of Honorary Captain. Look at his condition now. Why don’t you feel sorry for an elderly person? Getting a chair does not make a person a god. This chair is for four days. Today it will be under you and tomorrow it will go under someone else.” He would listen to my words and say, “Subedar Sahabji, you don’t know the meaning of this. If you find out, then the soil will come out from under your feet. His wife passed away a few years ago. Its only son. He doesn’t do any job, but he is very smart. She has been married for 10-15 years, but has not had any children yet. The daughter-in-law Rani is also well-educated and quick-witted. They sat at home and made a plan that why not make it so that even after the death of the Captain, the son-in-law continues to get pension. Captain first divorced the boy and daughter-in-law Rani in papers. Then after a while, it was shown in the papers that he married his daughter-in-law Rani. He quickly submitted the death certificate of his first wife. Then these three people came here to the office with the marriage certificate. Her son was sitting outside in the car. Both the daughter-in-law and father-in-law sat on the chairs in front, pretending to be husband and wife. Sometimes we look at the Captain and sometimes at that lady. Often there was a big age difference, but we could not speak about their personal matters. Still, we were not able to digest that this old Captain’s legs are going to the graves and how did he manage to get married. The Captain came under our suspicions. We kept her marriage certificate and asked her to come after a week. We have numbers for every soldier. We called a neighbor of his village. After talking to him, inquired about this Captain. We found out that the marriage is fake. The next week he came again. We did not let him know that we have found out the truth of your marriage. He came and sat down and I said to him, ‘Sir, bring the wedding photos and the certificate of Anand Karja’. Then he started saying, ‘Only after all the formalities are completed, this marriage certificate which I have brought and given to you is made. You complete your paperwork so that my wife continues to receive pension after my death’. I didn’t leave. I asked Bibiji to go outside in the car. When the lady went out, I asked her, have you really got married? His tongue began to tremble. Sweat broke out on the face. The truth began to show on his face, but he could not say anything. If we did not find out its truth, we would have been trapped in the case of four hundred and twenty. Now we have trapped it in the case of four hundred and twenty due to which it goes around begging us. You must have thought we were wrong. I have not seen such a greedy person in my entire service, who has put aside the sacred relationship like father and daughter in the greed of pension. Now tell me how to deal with such a person. My heart hurt a lot. I got up from there without doing any work.
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A unique relationship
Master Bachitr Singh Jatana
There used to be a cat in our house, I don’t know where it came from. In summer, she used to climb the stairs of our house and sleep on the roof at night. In winter it slept in the thatched roof of our house. It would disappear for a long time during the day. I don’t know where she went. It became quite familiar with all the members of our household. The whole family started loving it. She also believed in all the members of our family. She even loved our house pets. In general, the buffaloes and cows kept at our house were not trusted at all even by those members of our family who did not take care of them or did not do the work of taking care of the animals. Our pets used to kill those who passed by, but they also got attached to this cat. She would often sit near them. They say nothing to it. This cat had grown up.
It was pregnant. After a few days, she gave birth to two cubs in a thatched hut, which were white cubs. It was winter season. It was the month of December-January. It was very cold. I often saw her giving milk to her two children. I don’t know what happened that night. My mother got up early in the morning like every day to make tea, and she saw a white bloungara sitting shivering near the crude hearth of our house. It was weak, it looked like the cat had left it here. My mother saw this Balungara. He felt pity. He lit a fire and roasted it on the fire. Made the family tea. The housemates came to drink tea according to their respective times. My mother told everyone about Balungade. Hearing this, my wife brought a small mug from inside the room. Our children used to drink milk in this chungi when they were small. Now the children were grown up. Therefore, there was no need for the chungi. My wife had a chungani sambha. Wash with warm water. Cleaned it and handed it over to Chughani mother. Mother poured warm milk into this chungni. Balungade fed. Balungara drank all this milk by gushing. It went on like this for several days.
Balungara became much stronger and healthier than before. He had started going to the cattle of our house like his mother. He also fell in love with cattle like his mother. Even the cattle loved it. Now they were neither afraid of him nor intimidated by him. When my mother used to heat milk for our family, she would strain it and put it in a pot and feed it to this baby. This little boy started running and dancing. He started playing with our cattle like his mother. Climbed the stairs and ran here and there. In our house, an old house and a shed are built within the same boundary. Now it started going towards Kothi too. It would climb the stairs of the house and go to the roof. Sometimes I felt that he had a different attachment to his mother than the rest of the family, including my mother. My mother had permanently installed a cowl to feed it. She used to feed it in the morning, afternoon and evening by putting it in the cowl. In general, Balungads eat less bread.
Mother would put milk in the koli and keep the milky koli on the stairs. After drinking milk from the cow, if it was hot, Balungara would go up to the roof, if it was cold, he would come to the roof. I wondered how it knew that mother had come upstairs. Mother did not make any sound to it because it did not understand any tongue. So the only alarm was ‘couli’. If there was a rattle when the mother picked up the cow, then it would quickly come to the mother’s feet.
Morning tea time also happens like this. When mother would get up to make tea, there would be a clatter of dishes, it would quickly come down the stairs or come out of the terrace to mother. It was like this every time. I used to feel how even domesticated animals without a tongue of their own become permanently addicted.
Once mother went to visit my sister for a few days. She stayed there for three or four days. This Balungra started to be sad. Everyone in our house would try their best to make her happy. To feed it, a milk jug is placed in front of it repeatedly. It was given other things to eat, but Balungara was not eating anything. It had also stopped dancing like before. It is not even used by cattle. It was like looking for someone. We told all this to mother on the phone. Hearing this, she returned to her sister on the same day. Reached home around 10 am. Balungade did not know who told him, he came like a wind and went to his mother’s feet. Started touching and licking the feet. Mother went straight to the kitchen. Milk was taken out of the refrigerator and heated and then cooled. Put it in a pot and put it in front of it. Balungade drank a lot of milk. I was surprised. Mother sat on the bed. We started meeting mother. Balungara came and sat under the same bed. After sitting for a long time, he got up from under the bed and left. It’s time to make bread. Mother started kneading the dough and making bread. Dishes clattered on the square. Kouli was also washed. I don’t know where Balungade heard Koli’s voice and he quickly came to the stairs. My mother put milk in a pot and put it on the stairs. All this milk was drunk. Mother continued to cook bread. All the members of the family came and broke the bread. It was my turn to eat bread too. After eating bread, I lay down on the four-poster bed for rest. Father on the bed, my eyes went to Balungade sitting on the stairs. Balungara was staring at my mother. I felt that he might be saying to mother, mother, don’t leave me for so many days, I can’t live without you. Now my real mother is no longer in the world. You are my mother you raised me You have given me to eat. If I am alive today, I am alive because of you.
I was deep in the world of fantasy. Suddenly the mother broke the sticks with force to put them in the stove. Hearing this voice, my chain of imagination was broken and Balungara went to the hut.
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