Saturday, December 28, 2013

Film Review: A Doctor's Death


Once I had a time to watch a movie called A Doctor's Death. It is originally a Hindi movie called 'Ek Doctorki Mout', written by Ramapada Chowdhury and directed by a renowned Bengoli director Tapan Sinha.

The movie revolves round the story of a scientist, Dr Deepankar, who has been spending every bit of his moment of his ten years in the research of leprosy. He is adamantly determined to find out the way for eradicating the leprosy from the face of the earth, because it has been thinking that the leprosy is a cursed disease. It is incurable and people hate to go before such lepers. It has become an inerasable stigma since history.

The story starts with the event of experiment led by Dr. Deepankar in his private laboratory in his home. He seems communicating with the brown mice he has kept in his laboratory for his experiment. He injects the vaccine in the body of the brown mice. Then the story keeps on developing with the dispute between the couple with regard to family responsibility against the scientific determination. Seema feels many times that she must abandon her husband because he has turned to be a self-imposed, irresponsible, senseless man because he is so indulged in his research. He has become so rude to her, showing no love and conjugal affection toward her. His academic research has been everything to him.

One day, Seema writes a goodbye letter in order to ditch Deepankar for good. But, no sooner she completes the letter than she remembers the moment Deepankar was so happy as a result of the solution on toxicity, which was so disturbing for him. And he had given all the credit to Seema, because she was the one who had afforded all the scientific appliances needed for Deepankar's experiment. She, too, was happy receiving the acknowledgement from her husband. She stops writing and cherishes the hope of getting compassion from her husband but of no avail. She concedes the fact that it's her weakness and naive not to forsake him despite of her arid life. The feud grows in the issue of cultural compulsory.

Far removed from the daily concern, Dr Deepankar is engrossed with his experiment of developing new hormone with the blood of horse. The hormone doesn't respond much to the body of Rhesus Monkey. The ideal animal for this experiment is Armadillo, but it is only found in America, which a far cry from his reaches. Pangolin is another option for him but he cannot afford this either. Therefore, he has started his experiment with brown mice.

Seema's duty has been to keep her eyes on the brown mice in the home made laboratory, as though they were her children by her husband. She has to look after the equipments and utensils of the laboratory, as though they were the ornaments bestowed upon her. When a single thing gets removed from the usual place in an attempt to clean room by Seema, Deepanker burns up with his anger. He never thinks that she is taking care of him rather it's a great disturbance against his valuable task of his research. Both of them think that each doesn't understand the other's feeling.

‘A most interesting result! … A most interesting result! ’ Cleaving his eye to the microscope, he ignores everything said by Seema to him.

‘Don't you have any bit of a concern towards other person than yourself in this home? ’

‘I have not done any injustice to you, I'm sure!’

No entreaty moves the mountain of his determination. He yawns at his work at midnight. Gets up and stretches his body back and forth for exercise. Hums in tune and goes to shower. Comes again to resume his work.

‘What time might it have been now, can you guess? ’ Seema frowns her brows.

‘10 or 11 pm by now ’ without moving his eyes from his work, he says.

‘It's 2 am now!’ Seema controls herself from being violent toward him.

‘Ok, that's fine. You better sleep’ He goes on indulging his work. What Seema intends by her words never gets communicated.

Deepankar, as chemical, attracts and repels many characters in the movie.
Dr. Kundu is very interested in his dedication to his research. He studies his notes and affirms his originality in the process of his findings. But the conclusion is yet to be made as validity. So, he asks Deepakar about his plan to derive his conclusion. Deepankar tells him that he is just experimenting on brown mice at this juncture and dreaming to experiment in human body finally. This problem is really hunting him. on another day, when they are in tea-talk, Dr Kundu proposes that he likes to offer his body for the sake of Deepankar's experiment. Deepankar hesitates to accept his remarks because it may be dangerous to his life. Also, it needs permission for such work. It's life and death issue. but Dr. Kundu convinces him that he is becoming older and older. The body decays one day as the person dies. So, why would he not use his body for the sake of human welfare? He has an individual freedom to use his body. So, he opines that doesn't need any permission to use his body to the scientific experiment. He has his own choice. He also brings history of sacrifice in the scientific research. Professor J.B.S. Haldane volunteered his body for the sake of the experiment on cancer run by Dr. Sanyal in Kolcatta.

Deepankar feels great awe towards Dr. Kundu's will to the knowledge for the welfare of humanity. He thinks that if his body is used for the experiment it would be great thing for him.

Amulya is another character who likes to help Deepankar with all his possible ways. He was a good student of astrophysics but now has become a journalist. Deepakanr is not happy with his change in the career. He has his own reason for doing that, because he thinks science is beyond the capacity of his mind. He says that his journalism can do many things that the science cannot do. He says that he can provide a wide range of publicity of Deepankar's research work. At this, Deepankar expresses his contempt on publicity. Amulya insists on its significance. Finally, he publishes the article on the research without the consent of Deepankar. Soon it gains a wide currency all over the intellectual circle. The more of his popularity the more the rivals he gets. The plot reaches to the crux with the publicity of Deepankar's work. He not only receives complements but also a threat from those who are envious of his success. Dr. Arjit, a physician and a friend of him since his school days, is also disturbed in his tranquility. The Department of Health calls Deepankar to explain certain matters. Deepankar is mad with his anger on such reaction to his genuine endeavor. Many things are inquired of his work. Which laboratory? Whose permission? Legal process? And,what not. Deepankar, who used to be fire on his wife, has now an ample grounds for being fire on many rivals. Meanwhile, the BBC spreads the news of his research and John Anderson Foundation sends an invitation letter to Deepankar in order to explain his research process on how the leprosy vaccine will work in human body. But the invitation letter is kept hidden by the Health Department under Dr. Khastagir, the director of the department. Deepankar is asked to submit his report to the health department, then only the decision will be made whether or not he will be allowed to send to John Anderson Foundation. Another option is that he has to resign his current job and can go. He cannot leave his job as he is already in debt for establishing his private laboratory in his home, in which Seema had many unforgettable sacrifices, like selling out her personal ornaments.
Some days later, Deepankar gets a letter from the health department. He is transferred to remote hospital in the village. He has to make his paper ready for the health department. He is now away from his home, his laboratory, his references for the note. Most importantly, away from his wife, Seema. Both Seema and Deepankar realize how important they are to each other now. Seema pays a weekly visit to Deepankar in the village.

‘Please ,stay some more days with me here, Seema !’
‘ Then, who will look after your children, the brown mice in your laboratory back at home?’

In the long run, Deepankar is unable to produce his paper before the health department. By then, the rumors spread like a wild fire that Deepankar's investigation is fake. The board of the government doctors form an inquiry committee. Deepankar is asked to explain his research before the inquiry committee. Deepankar, fully conceited, charges them that they don't know anything about leprosy. They are not aware that what they have been using as medicine against leprosy is of 19 century's medicine. They are denuded and proved hollow in the argument by Deepankar. Debunked and defeated before the fierce conceit, they feel insulted, for they were luminaries in field of leprosy. The inquiry board consists of Dr. Arjit, a renowned physician, who later disjoins the committee. Dr. Ramanand Chatterji, the chairman of the board, who is a renowned gynecologist. Uma Shankar Upadhyay, who runs a leprosy home of 556 lepers. Dr. Kedarnath Das, who runs a leprosy clinic. The inquiry committee demands the paper for explanation of the research. Deepankar demands their specialties:

‘Who among you are micro cellular biologist? Tell me. Who is molecular biologist here in the committee?’

Fully knowing the fact that they are creating hurdles against his intellectual effort, he gives in finally,

‘I surrender myself now, because all of you are running after me to bring my intellectual effort into naught.’

After facing the impudent remarks from the science students during his lecture, which is called by them just to ridicule him before the mass of the student, he becomes sick. Later on, at his home,  Amulya brings a news paper and reads out loud that someone else has been attributed for the invention of the leprosy vaccine. Deepankar's original work is abused. His intellectual effort is ruined by the power structure.

In the end, Deepankar kills all of his brown mice and other animals of his laboratory. Seema weeps bitterly. A brilliant athlete in the field of knowledge looses his scientific game before his rivals.

The film closes with Dr. Kundu's reading a letter from John Anderson's Foundation, inviting Deepankar again for the explanation of the experimentation of the vaccine in the human body.

The film seems to convey some important message to its viewers. It harks back to the history of leprosy and the social stigma attached with it. The Bible also records its historicity. In the book of Leviticus, it says that They were outcasts of society. The leper was to cry “Unclean! Unclean!” wherever he went: he was to dwell alone; in a habitation outside the camp” (Leviticus 13:45, 46).  They had to carry a bell everywhere they went and if anyone should come within 50 yards of them they had to ring a warning to them. Leprosy was a contagious disease.

Tuberculosis once had been considered as Raj Rog in India.The patients were shunned and despised. But, now a days, with the invention of the ATT medical system the stigma attached to TB is erasing. Dr Deepankar firmly believes that a curse has its remedy too. He tantalizes the remedy of such stigma. But human society lives with paradoxes. Deepankar is beset with an uphill climb to his intellectual journey. He struggles in the welter of the bureaucratic power structure.

Knowledge is power, they say; but sometimes it is ignorance that operates as power to control humanity for long. There are some, for example Max Weber, who prefers to deal power as separate entity that encroaches in human affairs. Women, who are generally considered to be a weak vessel, have pierced the mountain-like chest of the velour; for example, the goddess Durga stabbed the giant Mahishasur to his death with her trident. Mahakali had trampled down the chest of Mahadeva. Some years ago, one of the ladies member of the Constituent  Assembly slapped a male district officer in the Tarai region. So, power operates differently in different situation.

Power also controls the knowledge. Sometimes, even research programs fall prey to the power pattern. Thomas Kuhn has carefully studied about the revolutions that have imparted knowledge rather than adherences to the popular paradigm. The inquiry committee in the film represents the paradigm. I would like to borrow some ideas from Charles Vandoren ,who writes :

In 1611 Galieo went to Rome to describe what he had seen to the pontifical court. He took his telescope with him. Many were impressed by his findings, the meaning of which they did not at first comprehend. But he demanded that they open their eyes to those consequences. Among other things, he said he could prove mathematically that the earth went around the sun and not the sun around the earth, that Ptolemy was wrong and Copernicus right. And, he insisted, his telescopic observations proved that the heavens were not basically different from the sublunary world. There was no such things as the quintessence. All matter, everywhere, must be the same, or at least very similar.
                  You can prove no such things with your mathematics, said cardinal Robert Bellarmine (1542-1621), chief theologian of the roman church. He reminded Galileo of the time-honored belief that mathematical hypotheses had nothing to do with physical reality. (It was this belief, held by the church for centuries, that had protected Copernicus's work from oblivion.) Physical reality, the cardinal said, is explained not by mathematics but by the scripture and church father.
              Look through my telescope and see for yourself, said Galileo. Bellarmine looked, but he did not see.
         Why were cardinal Bellarmine  and the Dominican preachers whose aid he enlisted in a campaign against  Galileo unable to see what Galileo saw, and what we would see if we looked through that telescope? Their eyes were physically the same as ours, but they did not see as ours would.
                  (A History of Knowledge. pp 201-2)

Nietzsche calls it as cultural hypocrisy. He was the one who felt averse to human choice of obstinate resistance to the correction of self-deception. People not only possess self-deception but also preserve it in many forms.

Another important aspect for the scholarly viewers of the film is that, research is a systematic investigation of knowledge. Dr. Kundu says, ‘ being born in the family of the king does not make a person prince!’ Validity and reliability generates each other.validity corresponds between the concept and empirical indicators. Reliability is a matter of consistency in the measurement. A reliable but invalid measurement is worthless. Dr. Deepankar hums to himself as he works in his laboratory,‘ Kitni Jane Baten Anjaan Rahjaaten hai’, meaning that so many known things, yet they are unknown to many.

A family support for the scholar is another issue that the film portrays to the viewers. Seema has become an ideal woman in her support to her husband. Support and sacrifice makes her ideal rather than her role as wife to Deepankar. Once she was about to leave her husband but soon she controls herself and realizes how important she is to him, however, Deepankar seems to sense this truth only when he is transferred to remote village. The moment is so touching when Deepankar drops tears from his eyes as he begins to talk with Seema in the remote village. Man is a social animal, however, he is the paragon of other animals.


Cast:

Dr. Deepankar (Pankaj Kapoor)
Seema ( Deepankar's wife, Shabana Ajmi)
Dr. Kundu (Anil Chatterji)
Amulya, a journalist. He was a good student of astrophysics. (Irrfan Khan)
Dr. Ramanand Chattarjee, a gynecologist.
Dr. Prashant Mullick ( not seen in the scene)
Dr. Arjit, a physician. (Vijayendra Ghatge)
Paramita ( Arjit' wife, Deepa Sahi)
Anjana ( Arjit's daughter)
Dr. Khastagir, the director of the health department.

Dr. Emile Barnard, a representative of John Anderson Foundation, London.

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

म हिड्ने गल्लीबाट


म सधैं हिड्ने
गल्ली, बाटो र चोकमा
गहिरो नजर लगाइ
हेरीबस्छु सधैं मलाई –
धेरै जीवनहरूमा एउटा छुट्टै जीवन
ओहोर दोहोर गरिबस्छ ,
बिहान जान्छ
बेलुकी फर्किआउँछ ।


बलैले च्यापेर, जोगाएर गल्लीबाट 
मूलबाटोमा पुर्‌याइ राख्छु ।
मूलबाटोबाट चोकमा
बसमा चढाइ बिदा गर्छु ।
दिनभरी धेरै खहरेहरूमा
एउटा खहरे मिसिएर
विशाल जीवनहरूमा एउटा जीवन हराउँछ ।
घर– कार्यालय– कामकाज
मित्र–शत्रु– हेर्नु– हेरिनु
छोएर जानु– कसैले छुनु
तारिफ–धम्की–चुनौती–अवसर
बच्नु र बचाउनु ....

बेलुकी एउटा छायाँ  फर्‌केर आउँछ,
म सधैं हिड्ने
गल्ली, बाटो र चोकमा ।

हरेक साँझले
एउटा आत्मग्लानी र दर्दमा
पर्दा खसाउँछ ।
हरेक बिहानले
एउटा तमाशाको निम्ति
पर्दा उघार्छ ।
मञ्चमा पुगेपछि
स्क्रीप्ट बिर्सने कलाकारको निम्ति
यताबाट सहानुभूति निस्केर
सहानुभूति फेरी फर्किआउँछ ।


बाटो किनारमा भएका
बिजुलीका खम्बाहरूबाट हेर्छु म
चोकमा भएका पसलेका आँखाहरूबाट हेर्छु म
कार्यालय छेउसम्म
बोकी लैजाने गाडीबाट हेर्छु म
माया दिँदा मात्र
माया पाइएको हो कि
अब त
बाटो, गल्ली र चोकले
परैबाट चिन्छ मलाई
मायाले हेरेर
माया देख्छु म –

म सधैं हिड्ने

गल्ली, बाटो र चोकमा ।


(४ अक्टुबर २०११)

Monday, July 15, 2013

Centripetal ?

Penalty (Jurmana): a story by Premchand.

1 Summary

Munshi Khairat Ali Khan was the inspector of Sanitation and hundreds of sweeper women depended on him. He was good-hearted and well thought of--not the sort who cut their pay, scolded them or fined them.

But he went on regularly rebuking and punishing Alarakkhi. She was not a shirker, nor saucy or slovenly; she was also not at all bad-looking. During these chilly days she would be out with her broom before it was light and go on assiduously sweeping the road until nine. But all the same, she would be penalized. Huseni, her husband, would help her with the work too when he found the chance, but it was in Alarakkhi's fate that she was going to be fined. For others pay-day was an occasion to celebrate, for Alarakkhi it was a time to weep. On that day it was as though her heart had broken. Who could tell how much would be deducted! Like students awaiting the results of their examinations, over and over again she would speculate on the amount of the deduction.

Whenever she got so tired that she'd sit down a moment to catch her breath, precisely then the Inspector would arrive riding in his ekka. No matter how much she'd say, 'Please, Excellency, I’ll go back to work again,' he would jot her name down in his book without listening. A few days later the very same thing would happen again. If she bought a few cents worth of candy from the sweets-vendor and started to eat it, just at that moment the Inspector would drop on her from the devil knew where and once more write her name down in his book. Where could he have been hiding? The minute she began to rest the least bit he was upon her like an evil spirit. If he wrote
her name down on only two days, how much would the penalty be then! God knew. More than eight annas? If only it weren't a whole rupee! With her head bowed she'd go to collect her pay and find even more deducted than she'd estimated. Taking her money with trembling hands she'd go home, her eyes full of tears. There was no one to turn to, no one who'd listen.

Today was pay-day again. The past month her unweaned daughter had suffered from coughing and fever. Several times she'd come to work late. Khan Sahib had noted down her name, and this time she would be fined half her pay. It was impossible to say how much might be deducted.


Early in the morning she picked up the baby, took her broom and went to the street. But the naughty creature wouldn't let herself be put down. Time after time Alarakkhi would threaten her with the arrival of the Inspector. 'He's on his way and he'll beat me and as for you, he'll cut off your nose and ears! 'The child was willing to sacrifice her nose and ears but not to be put down. At last, when Alarakkhi had failed to get rid of her with threats and coaxing alike, she set her down and left her crying and wailing while she started to sweep. But the little wretch wouldn't sit in one place to cry her heart out; she crawled after her mother time and time again, caught her sari, clung to her legs, then wallowed around on the ground and a moment later sat up to start crying again.

'Shut up!' Alarakkhi said, brandishing the broom. 'If you don't, I’ll hit you with the broom and that'll be the end of you. That bastard of an Inspector's going to show up at any moment.'

She had hardly got the words out of her mouth when inspector Khairat Ali Khan dismounted from his bicycle directly in front of her. She turned pale, her heart began to thump. 'Oh God, may my head fall off if he heard me! Right in front of me and I didn't see him. Who could tell he'd come on his bicycle today? He's always come in his ekka. ‘The blood froze in her veins, she stood holding the broom as though paralyzed.

Angrily the Inspector said, 'Why do you drag the kid after you to work!
Why didn't you leave it at home!'

'She's sick, Excellency' Alarakkhi said timidly. 'Who's at home to leave her with!'

'What's the matter with her?'

'She has a fever, Huzoor.

'And you make her cry by leaving her? Don't you care if she lives?

'How can I do my work if I carry her?'

'Why don't you ask for leave!'

'If my pay is cut, Huzoor, what will we have to live on?'

'Pick her up and take her home. When Huseni comes back send him here
to finish the sweeping.

She picked up the baby and was about to go then he asked, 'Why were
you abusing me!'

Alarakkhi felt all her breath knocked out of her. If you'd cut her there
wouldn't have been any blood. Trembling she said, 'No, Huzoor, may my
head fall off if I was abusing you.
And she burst into tears.

In the evening Huseni and Alarakkhi went to collect her pay. She was very
downcast.

'Why so sad?' Huseni tried to console her. 'The pay's going to be cut, so let
them cut it. I swear on your life from now on I won't touch another drop of
booze or toddy.'

'I'm afraid I'm fired. Damn my tongue! How could I....’

'If you're fired, then you're fired, but let Allah be merciful to him. Why go
on crying about it?’

'You’ve made me come for nothing. Everyone of those women will laugh
at me.

'If he's fired you, won't we ask on what grounds! And who heard you abuse him' Can there be so much injustice that he can fire anyone he pleases!
If I'm not heard I’ll complain to the panchayat, I'll beat my head on the
headman's gate--'

'If our people stuck together like that would Khan Sahib ever dare fine us
so much''

'No matter how serious the sickness there's a medicine for it, silly.'

But Alarakkhi was not set at rest. Dejection covered her face like a cloud. When the Inspector heard her abuse him why didn't he even scold her? Why didn't he fire her on the spot! She wasn't able to work it out, he actually seemed kind. She couldn't manage to understand this mystery. She was afraid. He had decided to fire her- that must have been why he was so nice. She'd heard that a man about to be hanged is given a fine last meal, they have to give him anything he wants-so surely the Inspector was going to dismiss her. They reached the municipal office building. The pay began to be distributed. The sweeper women were first. Whoever's name was called would go running and taking her money call down undeserved blessings on the Inspector and go away. Alarakkhi’s name was always called after Champa's. Today she was passed over. After Champa, Jahuran's name was called, and she always followed Alarakkhi.

In despair she looked at Huseni. The women were watching her and beginning to whisper.

One after another the names were called and Alarakkhi went on looking at the trees across the way.

Suddenly startled, she heard her name. Slowly she stood up and walked ahead with the slow tread of a new bride. The paymaster put the full amount of six rupees in her hand.

She was stupefied. Surely the paymaster was mistaken! In these three years she had never once got her full pay. And now to get even half would have been a windfall. She stood there for a second in case the paymaster should ask for the money back. When he asked her, 'Why are you standing here now, why don't you move along!' she said softly,

'But it's the full amount.’

Puzzled the paymaster looked at her and said, 'What else do you want--do
you want to get less!'

'There's no penalty deducted?'

'No, today there aren't any deductions.

She came away but in her heart she was not content. She was full of
remorse for having abused the Inspector.

2. A force that gravitates.
Everyone wears a mask in society. This story also puts a mask per se for the readers so that they may plumb the truth of human behavior. We do not want people to glimpse our self doubting within us. The story demands a diligent effort for underpinning the complexity of human behavior. Our personality and ego are much fragile than they appear to be. Bringing doubt and anxiety will make people feel gravitated towards the force that attracts them. Most people want to be liked by others. But they tend to generate dislike in others around, too. Occasionally, people may resort to ingratiation- an attempt to increase a target person's liking for them.

The most annoying question in the story is why does not Khairat Ali Khan punish Alla Rakkhi for abusing him. How does a man like him come to be set up against the traditional practice of punishment? The story represents him a modern employer, the inspector of Sanitation, on whom hundreds of sweeper women depend for their livelihood. The antagonism between the employer and the employee is as sure as the sun rising from the east. It is only invisible on the grounds of social cohesiveness. However, its manifestation is universal. “Visibility is a trap.” Says Michel Foucault, in Discipline and Punish: The Birth of the Prison. He was very interested in the way in which punishment had changed in different historical periods. According to his notion the concept of modern punishment involved much less physical cruelty, but was more psychological in nature. Punishment designed to demonstrate the power of the sovereign and often involved severe physical punishment was a pre-modern notion. Therefore, eye for an eye is a classical way of punishment.

Khairat Ali Khan punishes Alla Rakkhi in a disguised form. The "leniency" is a calculated economy of power to punish. This power is applied not to the body but to the mind as a play of representations or signs. It is generally designed to observe and control the individual, to limit their movements, and in effect to take over all aspects of their lives. 'There's no penalty deducted' means an economy of punishment. Alla Rakhi thinks herself not less than 'a man about to be hanged is given a fine last meal'. She gets the full amount of her salary which makes her 'full of remorse for having abused the Inspector'.
Foucault analyzed the people in power moved from attacking bodies to seizing goods. For him the soul is the prison of the body. Alla Rakkhi is preoccupied by the changed way of punishment and 'She couldn't manage to understand this mystery'. Her preoccupied situation is a stance for psychological imprisonment. She is amazingly being hooked and the story does not tell us that she is on the point of revolt understandably. Rather, there is a probability that she will comply with the authority of her boss, Khairat Ali Khan. She suffers a mirror defect. When she sees him she sees herself: her values and her flaws. 'I'm afraid I'm fired. Damn my tongue! How could I....’ she tells her husband.

The story closes with author's supporting comment-
She was full of remorse for having abused the Inspector.

What gravitates her towards the authority of the inspector is what because of the art of seduction. It is a game of psychology, not beauty. Seducers are people who understand the tremendous power contained in such moments of surrender. They see themselves as provider of pleasure. They are never self-absorbed. Their gaze is directed outward, not inward. (Green: preface. xi). Seduction is an induced surrendered in one's target (person). The wound of her abuse at him seems no such deeper than the effect of lull created for her. The analysis, before be foisted as biased toward Khairat Alli Khan, worth it would be to see three variables below- A,B and C, affecting one another.

A
'Khairat Ali Khan was good-hearted and well thought of--not the sort who cut their pay, scolded them or fined them.'

B
'Alla Rakkhi was not a shirker, nor saucy or slovenly; she was also not at all bad-looking. During these chilly days she would be out with her broom before it was light and go on assiduously sweeping the road until nine '

C
but it was in Alarakkhi's fate that she was going to be fined. For others pay day was an occasion to celebrate, for Alarakkhi it was a time to weep. On that day it was as though her heart had broken. Who could tell how much would be deducted! Whenever she got so tired that she'd sit down a moment to catch her breath, precisely then the Inspector would arrive riding in his ekka. No matter how much she'd say, 'Please, Excellency, I’ll go back to work again,' he would jot her name down in his book without listening. With her head bowed she'd go to collect her pay and find even more deducted than she'd estimated. Taking her money with trembling hands she'd go home, her eyes full of tears. There was no one to turn to, no one who'd listen.

Human expectation is that good begets good. But, C is the discrepancy of the expectation between A and B. it is also a further precursor of what Alla Rakkhi would find herself scrupulous to accept her full payment without any deduction in amount. Not surprisingly, human behavior is non-linear. The intersection of her experience sets her rationality in ambivalence. She is in search of a center of meaning of this ambivalence. Brooding over her flaws that she mirrors in the kindness of her boss who bestows on her a full payment, she is gravitated toward him. she is pushed ahead for she is under the force of poverty. Her husband is drunkard. She has a baby girl who is sick, yet she brings her along, instead of taking to treatment. She is virtually imprisoned for she has become an object of the art of seduction. The author's comments on her at the beginning versus at the end is interesting.

But though she put up with just about anything she had managed not to let Khan Sahib put his hands on her.
(Before Alla Rakkhi speaks rude about Khairat Alli Khan)

Versus,

She came away but in her heart she was not content. She was full of
remorse for having abused the Inspector.
(After Alla Rakkhi finds herself not being punished by Khairat Alli Khan)

Alla Rakkhi is a serpent that hisses- 'That bastard of an Inspector's going to show up at any moment.' But then, a serpent that refuses to bite the charmer- The blood froze in her veins, she stood holding the broom as though paralyzed.

'Why were you abusing me!'

Alarakkhi felt all her breath knocked out of her. If you'd cut her there
wouldn't have been any blood.

Trembling she said, 'No, Huzoor, may my head fall off if I was abusing you.'

And she burst into tears.

People are narcissist – they are drawn to those most similar to themselves (Green: The Charmer.p.41). Alla Rakkhi thinks about herself much why she abused her boss and yet he does not punish her. On the contrary, to punish her, Khairat Alli Khan must have used the art of seduction borrowing the opium from Ovid

Go with the bough, you'll bend it;
Use brute force, it'll snap.
Go with the current: that's how to swim across the river.
Fighting up stream's no good.
Go easy with lions and tigers if you aim to tame them;
The bull gets inured to plough by slow degrees
So, yield if she shows resistance:
That way you'll with the end.


(Ovid, The Art of Love. Translated by Peter Green)

Friday, June 7, 2013

होटेल्‍नी माया

मायाको विषयमा एक आख्‍यान लेखूँ जस्‍तो लागेको पनि धेरै भैसक्‍यो । व्यस्त शहरमा एक सामान्‍य हाटेल थियो उनको । बा आमा एक कुनामा थिए; खाटमा । काठको दराजमाथि एउटा टी भी थियो । धुँवाले कालो भएको कोठामा केही बेन्‍ची र डेस्‍कहरू थिए । 

हामी खाना खान जान्‍थ्‍यौं,मिटिङ सकेपछि । सस्‍तो र घरकै जस्‍तो खानपिनको व्यवहार भएकोले हामी त्‍यहाँ जान्‍थ्‍यौं । केही वर्ष पछि हामीले उनको आमालाई मात्र देख्‍यौं, त्‍यही खाटमा । खाना खाने दौडानमा हामीले सोध्‍यौं,

खोइ त बाजे त देखिनुहुन्‍न त ?

बाजे त बितिसक्‍नु भो नि ।

ए ़़़ हो र ?

हो नि, पोरपरारै पो त ।

त्‍यस दिन खाना अलि नमिठो जस्‍तो भो मलाई । मायाको पकाइमा कुनै गल्‍ती थिएन । मन अलि अमिलो भयो । मायाको अनुहारमा नियाँले - अलि पाकी झैं देखिन्‌ उनी । हाँस्‍दा पहिले झैं आकर्षण देखिँदैनथ्‍यो ।

केही वर्ष पछि, एकदिन हामी त्‍यहीं खाना खान गयौं । हाम्रो चिनजानको होटेल त्‍यही थियो । आफ्‍नै घर जस्‍तो मानेर हामी खान्‍थ्‍यौ त्‍यहाँ । लावती सरले त बन्‍दाकोपी उसिन्‍न लगाउनु हुन्‍थ्‍यो । मायाले अलि पारा नल्‍याउँदा आफै तम्‍सिनुहुन्‍थ्‍यो -

यसरी पो त हौउ, माया 

माया मुस्‍काउथिन्‌ । तेज गुमिसकेको फूल जस्‍तै लाग्‍थ्‍यो मलाई उनको अनुहार । दुइ तीन वर्ष पहिले माया निकै उज्‍याली देखिन्‍थी । आँखाले अनुहारको इतिहास खोज्‍न थाल्‍दो रहेछ । कुनै उन्‍नति त घटेर सानो बन्‍न नसक्‍ने पनि हुँदो रहेछ । माया फेर्केर फेरी त्‍यहीं पुग्‍न नसक्‍दा कति नरमाइलो लाग्‍थ्‍यो मलाई ।

खोइ त बोजु देखिनुहुन्‍न त ? 
लावती सर फाक्‍सा र उसिनेको बन्‍दाकोपी मुखभरी लगाउदै बिग्रेको आवाजमा बोल्‍नु भो ।


बोजु त बितिसक्‍नु भो नि ।

ए ़़़ हो र ?

हो नि, पोरको साल ।

पहिलेको खाट त्‍याहाँ थिएन । अन्‍तै सारेछन्‌ । पहिले त्‍यहाँ एउटा टिभी पनि थियो । अलिपर्तिर अर्को कोठामा सारेछन्‌ । मायाका बा आमा बितिसकेर पनि हामी त्‍यहाँ समय समयमा खाना खान गैरहन्‍थ्‍यौं । अरुभन्‍दा सस्‍तो र चिनजान भएकोले हो ।

अर्को पल्‍ट भोकले लखतरान भएर हामी मायाको होटलमा गयौं । मायाले होटल गर्न छोडिसकेछिन्‌ । त्‍यसपछि हामी कन्‍चनजंघा होटेलमा गयौं । निकै महंगो तर नमिठो खाना खायौं , मायाका केही संझनासँगै ।

केही वर्षपछि फेरि खाना खानको लागि त्‍यहाँ पुग्‍दा सडक विभागले बाटो चौडा बनाउने अभियानमा सबै बुल्‍डोजरले तोडफोड पो गरिसकेको रहेछ । भात खाने निहुमा घरिघरि त्‍यही जान पनि सरम पो लाग्‍न थाल्‍यो अब त । 


जनावरहरु एक स्‍थानबाट अर्को स्‍थानतिर सर्नुका कारणहरू ़़़
छोरीले अंग्रेजीमा जीवविज्ञान पड्‌दैथिन्‌ 

आवास
शत्रुबाट सुरक्षा
र खाना

छोरीको पाठलाई मनमा खेलाउँदै कार्यालयतिर लागें । बसमा जाँदै गर्दा बाटो छेउमा एकजनाले अखबार पढिरहेको देखें । मनमा सोंचेँ - यसलाई हबारमासको संचार सिद्धान्‍त थाहा छ कि छैन होला ? कि मलाई अझ बढी बुझाउन पो सक्‍छ कि ? मानिसलाई सत्‍य तथ्‍य बुझ्‌नको लागि कति स्‍वतन्‍त्रता चाहिएला ? दिमाग छ भन्‍दैमा सबै थोक नबुझिदो रहेछ । कान्‍टलाई पनि यसैको समस्‍या पर्यो होला । 

एकैछिन पछि बसमा एक युवती चढी । तिनी गोरी थिइन्‌ । मेरो ध्‍यान उनको गलामा पर्‌यो । आकर्षक लकेट चम्‍किरहेको थियो, हरियो रङको पत्‍थर । हरियो ठिकै थियो तर अझ निलो बढी खुल्‍थ्‍यो कि ? यस्‍तै कुरा सोच्‍दै थिएँ । बसमा बजेको हिन्‍दी गानाले मेरो ध्‍यान खिँच्‍यो । एउटा गानाको निम्‍ति कति धेरै ध्‍वनिहरू संयोजन गर्दारहेछन्‌ भारतीय संगीतले । चर्चमा गिटार बजाउने भाइको याद आयो । उनले खुट्‌याउन सक्‍थे कि कतिवटा ध्‍वनि संयोजन भएको छ यो गानामा । सँगै बसेर छलफल गर्नपाउँदा मजा आउने थियो । गिलास पनि बजाउँछन्‌,चुट्‌की पनि बजाउँछन्‌, बीच बीचमा ‘हाअ्‌ हाअ्‌’ पनि मिसाउँन्‌ । प्राचीन बाजा पनि मिसाउँछन्‌ । माटाका घैटाहरू पनि ठोक्‍छन्‌ ।

हिजोअस्‍ति भर्खरको कुरा हो, राती बाह्र बजेसम्‍म एक्‍लै टीभी हेर्दै हाँसिबसेको थिएँ । एकजना हास्‍यब्‍यंगकार कविले एक तवलाबाजको बारेमा खूब हाँसउठ्‌दो कविता भन्‍दैथिए, 

तवला तो बजाते हो, मगर मटकाको क्‍यौं ठोक्‍ते हो ?
वह तो फुट भी सकता है ना 
मटका तो ठोकते हो, फिर तुम्‍हारे कन्‍धे क्‍यौं हिलाते हो ?
वह तो टुट भी सकता है ना 

यस्‍तै यस्‍तै के के कुराहरूले कविता जमाइ रहेका थिए कविजी । तबला बजाउनेले तबला ठोकेको धुनमा आफ्नो काँध हल्‍लाएको देख्‍दा ती कविलाई कविता फुर्देा रहेछ । उनको कविताले मलाई एकान्‍तमा पनि धेरैपल्‍ट एक्‍लै हँसाएको छ । बसमा पनि झन्‍डै एक्‍लै हाँसेछु । कमेडीमा मानवीय असन्‍तुलनले कलाको रुप पाउँदो रहेछ । शूट बूट कसेर हिडिरहेको भलाद्‌मी मान्‍छे केराको बोक्रामा एक्‍कासि प्‍लित्त चिप्‍लेर लड्‌दा देख्‍नेहरू को पो धुरधुरि रोइबस्‍छ होला ? मनलाई तानेरै छाड्‌ने कुराहरू पनि धेरै छन्‌ नि संसारमा ।


भित्रभित्रै हाँस्‍दै ओर्लिनु पर्ने बस बिसौनीमा आएपुगेछु । चिडियाखाना पछाडि गल्‍ली हुँदै हिड्‌छु म । त्‍यहाँका दिवारहरुमा निकै सन्‍देसमूलक चित्रहरू बनाएको देखेको छु । यो कसैको अभियान हुनुपर्छ जस्‍तो लाग्‍छ । ‘यहाँ पिसाब फेर्ने मान्‍छे कुकुर हो’ लेखिएको थियो तर त्‍यसले खासै काम गरेको देखिन । अलि पर्तिर बाघको टाउकोमा नारीको चित्र छ । छेउमा बाँदरको टाउकोमा सुन्‍दर नारीको चित्र पनि छ । अझै पर त्रिकोणहरूको मिश्रणमा घोडाको चित्र पनि छ । भर्खरै तीनवटा सुन्‍दर चित्रहरू पनि थपेको पाएँ । सुन्‍दर हरियाली वनको चित्र, बाक्‍लोगरी बनाइएका शहरका अग्‍ला भवनहरूको चित्र र कुनै गाउँको झोलुङ्‌गे पुलको चित्र जसमा सुकेको नदी छ, ढुङ्‌गाहरू पनि छन्‌ । केही दिन पछि त एउटा चित्र मात्रै थियो- बाक्‍लोगरी बनाइएका शहरका अग्‍ला भवनहरूको चित्र । तल लेखिएको थियो- ‘कङ्‌क्रिट जङ्‌गल ?’ पहिलेको सुन्‍दर हरियाली वनको चित्र र पुलको चित्र चाहिँ हटाइएको थियो ।

त्‍यहाँदेखि सिधै गएर उज्‍यालो घर पुगेर दाहिने मोडिनै लाग्‍दा एउटा झुत्रेझाम्रे जवान केटो छछाडा बोल्‍दै एक्‍लै रुँदैथियो । त्‍यसलाई धेरैचोटी त्‍यस्‍तो रूपमा देखेकोछु मैले । सुरु सुरुमा त मलाई खूब दया लागेर आउँथ्‍यो । मन्‍दिर छेउमा पनि रोइबसेको देखेको थिएँ । उसलाई देखेर खूब मेरो मन पगालेर कविता पनि लेखेको थिएँ,

आज त्‍यही बाटोले
एक जवानलाई मन्‍दिरमा ल्‍याइपुर्याएको छ ।
मन्‍दिरमा आफ्नो सिर ठोक्‍काउँदै
देउताहरू तर्सिनेगरी ग्‍वाँ  ग्‍वाँ  रुन्‍छ ऊ  ।
                    (बाटोमा भेटिएको इतिहास)


हिजआज त त्‍यो जवानलाई देखेर रिसरिस पो उठेर आउँछ । जुन ठाउँमा ऊ रोइबस्‍दथ्‍यो त्‍यहाको भगवानको मूर्ति गायब भएको देखेको थिएँ । अर्को कुरा, मूर्ति गायब भएपछि त्‍यो जवान त्‍यहाँ फेरि रोइबसेको देख्‍दिन । धेरै दिनसम्‍म मलाई सिधा नजरले हेर्दैनथ्‍यो त्‍यसले । पागलहरूको पनि होस हुन्‍छ जस्‍तो लाग्‍छ मलाई । शायद त्यही होसको कारणले होला, आफूले पनि होटेल्‍नी मायाको आख्‍यान लेख्‍न कहिल्‍यै भ्‍याइएन ।

Friday, March 8, 2013

Poverty, as Social Force in the story of Premchand


In 8 February 1921, Gandhiji addressed the congregation in Gorakhpur, evoking a call for sacrifice for others. It was during the time of independence. Munshi Premchand was also present in that congregation. In 16 February 1921, he resigned his government job and decided to join the Satyagrha movement through his writing. Every individuals who thought himself to be in love with his country went to warfare; got beaten and put into jail. Premchand decided to keep on writing on the theme of Swaraj to inspire patriotism in people's mind. This was a call that presupposed the willingness to bear pain.

In 1910, he was hauled up by the District magistrate in Jaipur for his anthology of short stories Soz-e-watan (Dirge of the nation). The book was confiscated, banned and all of the copies were burnt. After that he began to write under pseudonym as Premchand, hiding his real name Dhanpat Rai Srivastava. During 1930s Premchand declared that his sole desire was to leave a legacy of masterpiece that would enhance the movement of the independence.

Premchand paid the price for responding Gandhi's call by leaving his government job. 'Public debate does not take place in vacuum. There are preconditions that need to be fulfilled before a nation or its people can benefit from healthy public discussion.'(Kharel, Political Communication, p.41). He dedicated to inspire patriotism through his writing. But his indignation towards the colonialism is only a half reality, other half of it is the question why he was so agonized by contemporary social evils. He did not write only for independence but also could not help himself peeping through the grim reality of social problems. The slogan of independence surely idealized patriotism but who would think upon the mechanism of social regulation that had functioned more or less unchanged and unquestioned for centuries. Premchand sensed another call to unravel the mechanism of rigidity and cruel social structure of his time. Caste snobbery, which operated as a religious imperative, implicating that it was much more than just a caste system, crushing poverty, brutal exploitation by landowners, money lender and parasitical Brahmins, the strong desire for sons to carry on family legacy and rituals, the shame of widowhood, the proverbial conservatism, etc were some of the major issues that rankled him most.
In light of his indignation and choice of his subject matter, the tropism of social force was so imminent to him that his art is hardly free from the control of it. This study will only focus on poverty to show how it prevails upon his work.

1. Social Force
The relationship between artist and the society is interdependent. There is always representation of societal elements in art. Artist challenges or endorses by silence the status quo of the society. Human imagination is not only a tool for acquiring desired pleasure, as many may think wrongly to be the base of any literature, but also a mode, when properly manifested, to control other's thought. There is social impulse behind the curtain that tantalizes the taste of arts. Literature is social product. To mention literature as social product, it must be seen through the reference of social phenomena. Social phenomena, though very minutely occurring, have a great tendency to affect the milieu. It is unlike a tree fallen in the forest, yet has been unheard by humanity. The skillful pouncing of a tiger on a fast runner deer is virtually quotidian event, which is not so meaningful unless it is brought under National Geography or the Discovery channel. A snapped electric wire in the street may bring about a multiple conjectures than vines in the trees of the jungle that are unnoticed by human eyes. Therefore, there is no meaning of literary work outside the social realm. We as social being of modern time, have to acknowledge that society as an institutional world 'was there before an individual was born, and it will be still there after his death.' (Berger and Luckman 555)

According to D.P Mukherji, the concept of Social Force is 'dynamic relationship between stimuli and response' which should neither be seen as 'series of stimuli nor series of responses'.Social forces pervade beyond the social determinism. Social determinism works mainly through economic factors and biological needs. It is coercive of and external to the actor. But social forces are not so endemic. 'Social forces fight between themselves and cancel one another, like primitive gods' (Mukherji, P. 93). So, the relationship between and among the forces is dialectical. There is where Marxism fits into the analysis of it. It is not that society always wins the game. Sporadically, man has played a chirotic role in the history of civilization and has given the society a definite course. We cannot ignore 'the paradox that man is capable of producing a world that he then experiences as something other than a human product. Therefore, the relationship between man, the producer, and the social world, his product, is and remains a dialectical one. That is, man and his social world interact each other. The product acts back upon the producer.'(Berger and Luckman 556)


2. Poverty as Social Force
Poverty acts as force and controls human condition to a considerable extent. Survival becomes focal point rather than pursuing the value of freedom in poverty. Human beings have shown an amazing capacity for adjustment to misfit (Mukherji.32). People can live even in the bondage of difficulty because of the force that upholds them. Poverty, being as social force, not only directs people's lives in a certain direction but also controls them. Poverty must be observed critically because it is not an automatic process but can cyclically last perennial. Different social factors lurk behind causing this cumulatively. Because of the experience of material and social deprivation that detains individual reaching full human potential. The behaviors are internalized through socialization process, which grows the attitude of resistance to change. The most dangerous thing is that poverty can be a ground for exploitation. Frederich Angel argues that all conceivable evils are heaped upon the poor… They are given damp dwellings, cellar dens that are not waterproof from below or garrets that leak from above… They are supplied bad, tattered, or rotten clothing, adulterated and indigestible food. They are exposed to the most exciting changes of mental condition, the most violent vibrations between hope and fear... They are deprived of all enjoyments except sexual indulgence and drunkenness and are worked every day to the point of complete exhaustion of their mental and physical energies…[1]

The US Council of Economics Advisor stated in 1964, ' The vicious cycle in which poverty breeds poverty, occurs through the time, and transmits its effects from one generation to another. There is no beginning to cycle, no end' (quoted in Moynihan, 1968, p.9). The vicious circle theory of poverty argues that the various circumstances of the poor combine to maintain them in poverty. They are trapped in the situation with little chance of escaping. (Haralambos, p.152). However, force counters its adversaries. Otherwise, it is not a force at all. Human civilization has full of histories where they fought against the repetitious mechanism of erosion. The world would have been still in Stone Age, if the vicious circle theory of poverty were true, at least in all ages. Thus, it is the nature of the social force that counteracts dialectically and breeds competing theories.




[1] Source: From The Condition of the Working Class in England (p.129), by Frederich Engels, 1845/1987.
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3. The Winter Night (Push Ki Raat)
3.1 Summary
Halku and Munni are husband and wife. The story unfolds the tension between the husband and wife with the arrival of the landlord for money. They had kept the money for buying the blanket for Jaunary night because Halku used to guard the farm at night. Without the blanket he could not sleep in the field at night. But the landlord would not be put off. He had threatened and insulted him. The landlord was the calamity right there and the chilling night was there about to come as another death in future.

Halku moved his heavy body and came closer to his wife. He coaxed her and said that he will manage some other way for blanket but getting rid off the urgency was important for them now. Munni was not ready to be credulous because she had already been well acquainted with his several plans that failed. There left no chance to get blanket by anyone if the money would not used for buying the blanket.

Halku was sad. There was no other way but bearing the abuse now. But Munni was furious and said, why should he abuse you- is this his kingdom?
But then she realized the bitter truth in Halku's words. She went to niche in the wall and took out the rupees and handed them to Halku telling him that he should work other than farming this land.

When Halku gave out the money he felt as though he torn his heart to shred. He had saved the money from his work for the blanket. His head was down cast.

Then the story shift to the field where Halku spent a whole winter night talking with Jabra, the dog who accompanied Halku for guarding the field. Halku did many things to while the difficult moments away. He talked with dog as his family member. He smoked his pipe. Gathered some twigs and burned and warmed up. He then fall asleep. After some time he heard some noise of some wild animals that came for grazing his field but he did not get up to chase them away. Instead, he did not leave his place where he slept.

In the morning, he was found asleep till the high sunrise in the sky. Mnni came and showed the concern for the crops that was ruined. Halku on the other hand showed concern for his own life that he was able to manage his life during the night. They talked on working other way for paying the tax. Halku was happy that he would not have to pass the chilly night in the field anymore.

3.2 The cost of freedom and social force
Freedom is costly and weighed at risk. Many social activists have endorsed this value by giving their lives for the sake of freedom. The poorer the people the more costly the freedom is. It works relatively with the powerful group. Nothing significant can happen except eating and drinking in poverty, if freedom is not utilized at its full fledge. Premchand advocates the need of freedom without much said on it.

Halku and Munni get tensed with the arrival of the landlord. Their determination for saving money in order to buy a blanket for winter night has now been shattered. All wisdom and knowledge for choice does not work when freedom is absent. Munni, as rational being, wants to react the situation and determines to ignore the stimulus. But the truth is that only non-living things can remain untouched by the influence of stimulus. She tells Halku to give the money to the landlord next time after the harvest, not right now. Halku coaxes her and tries to convince that he would think of another plan for the blanket but this time it's important to think about their urgency. Munni is far removed from her faith in her situation to believe that her husband can perform a miracle. She remarks drawing away from him.

' You have already tried '' some other plan''. You just tell me what other plan can be found. Is somebody going to give you a blanket? God knows how many debts are always left over that we can't pay off.'

Halku is not true to his name. His body is paradoxically cumbersome. Munni is angry-
'What I say is, give up this tenant farming! The work's killing you'

Munni's statement on her husband's work is paradoxically eccentric. Work for humanity is worship. Work is sustainer of life. Munni's statement is a record of unknown chronicle that whispers the calamities of many workers that go hungry despite of their work. It is also a prophecy to some worshiper who may be killed by their own god (work) they worship. Work is fundamental to livelihood, but ironically Halku's work is killing him. 'According to the traditional Black American subculture, work is defined at best as an unfortunate necessity' ( Haralambos, p. 228)

' Earn money for your own belly! Give up that kind of farming '

Munni's advice seems impractical to Halku. Advice is like seeds always seeking for a fertile ground. There is no fertile ground here for the advice to be sprouted but only the social force behind that makes Halku go against his wellbeing.

I won't give you the money, I won't!
Then I'll have to put up with his abuse. Says Halku sadly.

The writer takes the pathos to a deeper level commenting on Munnis's feeling-

The bitter truth in Halku's words came charging at her like a wild beast.

The modern concept of money is that it is the medium of exchanging goods and services in the market. But the function of money for Halku family is to detain the abuse and insult. The blanket is yet to be owned and it remains as unfulfilled desire. The value of freedom surpasses all values.

Poverty is so common in all societies. Even the rich country like America feels poverty at some point at corner. Many hold the notion that it is a part and parcel of human experience. It is so rampant and common parlance that most of us have acquired a very simplistic idea of what it means. In its clichéd form, it may generate a superficial if not altogether meaningless. Unfulfilled wish is much more than ethical in poverty. Neither the Freudian notion of repressed unconscious can satisfy its implication.

Urgent dictates the importance in poverty. The force of abuse has a greater threat than the force of chilling winter night that is yet to come for Halku. Social force inexorably charts the course of his decision. He acts as rational fool in his poverty. Munni also gives in. however, she denies at first. -

'Why should he abuse you- is this his kingdom? '

But the truth of their poverty works as a wild beast against her determination.

The writer takes the note of pathetic tone as Halku takes the money to give the landlord-

Halku took the money and went outside looking as though he were tearing his heart out and giving it away. He'd saved the rupees from his work, pice by pice, for his blanket. Today he was going to throw it away. With every step his head sank lower under the burden of his poverty.

The next part of the story unfolds the consequences of Halku's decision. Halku spends the chilling night with much difficult. The decision is based on his conscious choice not because of error of choice. He knew what was correct choice but was unable to work on his welfare commitment. Even the most intelligent person can choose what Halku did in his situation. It is the social force that hinders or precipitates the power of choice.

A dark January night. In the sky even the stars seemed to be shivering. At the edge of his field, underneath a shelter of cane leaves, Halku lays on a bamboo cot wrapped up in his old burlap shawl shivering. Underneath the cot his friend Jabra, the dog, is whimpering with his muzzle pressed into his belly. Neither one of them is able to sleep.

In this section, the most important point is Halku's communication with Jabra, the dog.

'Cold, Jabra? Didn't I tell you, in the house you could lie in the paddy straw? So why did you come out here? Now you'll have to bear the cold, there's nothing I can do. You thought I was coming out here to eat puris and sweets and you came running on ahead of me. Now you can moan all you want.'

Jabra wags his tail without getting up in response. Even his canine wisdom is just for a guess.

'From tomorrow on stop coming with me or the cold will get you. This bitch of a west wind comes from nobody knows where bringing the icy cold with it. Let me get up and fill my pipe. I've smoked eight pipefuls already but we'll get through the night somehow. This is the reward you get for farming. Some lucky fellows are lying in houses where if the cold comes after them the heat just drives it away. A good thick quilt, warm covers, a blanket! Just let the winter cold try to get them! Fortune's arranged everything very well. While we do the hard work somebody else gets the joy of it'

Why would the writer have chosen a dog to be a character in the story? Linguists often relates with animal communication in order to distinguish the uniqueness of the human language. Pragmatically, language is a purposeful form of behavior. It produces the illocutionary act as well as the locutionary; that is of grammatical ones. Wittgenstein wrote- A dog could not have the thought' perhaps it will rain tomorrow'- and therefore they do not possess the rights of conscious beings. A dog, Bertrand Russell noted, may not be able to tell you that its parents were honest though poor, but can anyone really conclude from this that the dog is unconscious? (Language Instinct p. 56, 58). Therefore, the implication must have been other than Jabra, the dog. And there is no other than Halku with Jabra. So, the implication may veer round to Halku himself, however, the expression is unlike the soliloquies of Hamlet.

Halku in a way, resembles Jabra. He guards the field at night. He has left his home and has come to field to guard whole night. Both of them share their feelings. Both are suffering from cool night. Neither of them can sleep comfortably.

He (Halku) embraced him with the very same affection he would have felt for a brother or a friend.

He (Jabra) would come back for a moment, then dash off again at once. The sense of duty had taken possession of him as though it were desire.

Dog is a social animal. it is dutiful, faithful and watchful. It has voice yet it has not meaningful pattern as human language. Putting Halku and Jabra at the level of same setting of story has some open ended characteristics of purpose. But the infinity can be anchored by the theme of the story, which is poverty. What Halku says to Jabra is a kind of blurred monologues in ambivalent. There is no meaning exchanged between the interlocutors. It is the writer's craftsmanship of the hidden tautology. The implication is stronger when one draws a hidden tautology between Halku and Jabra. Let us consider the following expression of Halku made unto Jabra-

Didn't I tell you, in the house you could lie in the paddy straw?
why did you come out here?
Now you'll have to bear the cold, there's nothing I can do
Now you can moan all you want
From tomorrow on stop coming with me or the cold will get you
This is the reward you get for farming

Halku is Halku. Jabra is Jabra. These are explicit tautology. Halku is Jabra and vice-versa is what a hidden tautology. Why did you come out here? We cannot expect an answer from Jabra, the dog. Neither can we do from Halku himself. Asking question is easier than answering them, specially when people are gripped by the hidden force.

At last, he distinctly hears the noise of the wild animals; moving around and grazing in the field. But, it seems intolerable for him to go to the field in this cold and chase after animals. The wild animals eat up Halku's fine crops. But then, suddenly a blast of wind pierces him with a sting like a scorpion's. his drowsiness holds him motionless as though with ropes. Wrapped up in his shawl he falls asleep beside the extinguished fire and stirred up ashes.

The next day awaits Halku to hire himself to earn some money to pay off the rent and taxes. The social force creates a consistency in his commitment. He is not free of his duty.

Were we born just to keep paying off debts! -

Munni's realization endorses the tenacity of this force.