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Wednesday, 27 May 2015

Trekking to an altitude of 15730 feet, with a group, at 49 I was the oldest. The mighty Himalayas is so beautiful that changes its hue with changing altitude. Roopkund in May is a frozen lake, a crater surrounded by mountains. This in September is in water form loaded with about 600 skeletons. The mystery is now solved (see google search). The picture below shows two ice peaks, left one is Mata Nandadevi and right one is still untrekkable Trishul.

At the height of 13-14000 feet on the meadows with the grass flower. 
 Mythology meets reality in this route will be
blogged later. On the right are my two friends Dr Santosh Dora a cardiologist working at Asian hearts Mumbai and Dr Rohit Nayak an eminent Neurosurgeon in Hyderabad. Below is a click at the camp site at Bhagwabasa on total ice. Here they are collecting ice to melt to use as water. Tents are also visible.The yellow one was our tent.

 On right my two friends are in my tent. Below is natural grass flowers.

 Right side is the roof of the tent from inside. Below is Mr Birendra with his pet Kallu at the meadows of Allibugyal, His ancestors Lathudebata guided Nandadevi towards her abode in the peak of Nandadevi. The visible portion is called Nandagunthi/ or Nandagundi meaning the Pallu (veil) of Mataji. See the yellow grass flowers.
 Bellow is my trekking stick on my shadow. This is just a preliminary statement, detail will be blogged later.
Overwhelmed to feel my smallness inside the Great Himalayas and its still greater philosophy. A beautiful chance to burn one`s ego where a common man like Birenderji or Dhansingh is to be obeyed as they give lifesaving disciplinary support. Thanks to Indiahikes Mr Sidharth the 6 feet 4 inches tall expert trek leader with a huge understanding personality. Thanks to all the support staff and technical experts. Our group was a nice one with 23 members from north, south, east and west, all helped each other and hopefully I did not hurt anyone.
A life time experience and beautiful way to have a get together with old friends after 23 years.
Extremely thankful to parents, wife, children, and the extended family who remained in stressful situation for several days with the backdrop of the serial tragedies in Nepal.  

Sunday, 10 May 2015

Translation literature. Crocodile`s Lady or Mrs Crocodile? This is the side effect of being great; one cannot look down and react to the darts thrown at him.

Translation literature. Crocodile`s Lady or Mrs Crocodile?

This is the side effect of being great; one cannot look down and react to the darts thrown at him.

An English story written by Sri Manoj Das is translated in the same language by a team of three translators without the knowledge of the living legend. Placed in E-magzine  and its editor said a story can be translated hundred times!! Knowing the fact beforehand the editor didn`t put a foot note even if he was requested saying this is not their policy.  Can it be without permission? I am not an editor and do not know the policies of editors. Posting this for my knowledge and your discussion.

We are in a nation where translation literature is read more often than original. What I want to point out that the most read literature in India obviously are Ramayana and Mahabharata and mostly not that of Valmiki or Vyasadeva but by the regional translators. So never we can ignore such literature. Moreover only excellent works catch the imagination of translators. In other words translational works are selective masterpieces.

With all these thinking on such literature, personally I do not read them. I have a false or true belief that translators may not be catching the original ideas of the real author. Beyond the two epics (which everybody reads directly or listens from too many sources) I have read only two translated books. One is ‘Lajja’ that Late Smt Nandini Satapathy translated from Taslima Nasrin’s Bengali book with the same title and the second book is the famous ‘Chitralekha’.

To translate a great work one need to be a Tulasi Das or a Sarala Das sages themselves. Their creations are as eternal as the original creation of Sage Valmiki or Vyasadeva.
I definitely must be losing many things not reading Saratchandra or Premchand but I am illiterate in Bengali or Hindi. When a friend once gave me one Odia translation of Saratchandra I told him my reservations. 

When a bilingual writer like Sri Manoj Das writes in one language and rewrites it in the second language that is altogether a different matter. People are telling it as trans-creation. In those days he must be with several inspirational pieces ready at any point of time and if an Odia editor demanded one he wrote in Odia and if suppose he had to send one to an English magazine then obviously in English. Later on it was trans-created in the other language.


I beg excuse to opine about such a great person.My above statement is based on reading his several interviews.

Now comes the present problem about the translation of a Manoj Das story that was written in English and was published in ‘The Illustrated weekly’ in 1972 with the title ‘Crocodile's lady’. The story is also published by Penguin in first volume of selected best stories compiled by Late Sri Khuswant Singh. Needless to say the beauty of the story that is as beautiful as his other creations. He trans-created it to ‘KIMBHIRINI’ which was placed in his Odia  story collection ‘Laxmira abhisara’. Now a team of three translated it to English as per their statement from Odia story and an editor published it in his E Magazine, ‘’.

The intention of the editor was genuine as he contacted close aid of Sri Manoj Das, who is Mr Samir Ranjan Das to beg some photos of the legend to be used in the magazine with the story.

He was made aware of the fact that an original English story exists to which the editor took time to decide. He decided to go as per his plan to publish the new translation with a message that a story can be translated hundred times. He then was requested by the administrator of the biggest group of followers of Manoj Das (Samirbabu) to write a footnote that the original author had written the same story himself with the title ‘Crocodile’s lady’.

Mr Editor took time and replied,”This is not our policy”.

The issue died then and there and forgotten till one English language expert Mr Brahmanada Satpathy purchased the E- Magazine to reread the story which he had read earlier. He got shocked to see this is with a different title and lacking the original sublime presentation. He posted his feeling in the Manoj Das followers’ forum.

As regards to the new translation, three authors have jointly translated the story.

-No permission was asked for.
- Can a piece of short story be translated by three persons jointly, whatever great it may be? This speaks the value of the story that the three translators honored without taking the permission of the original octogenarian author who now also is very active.
- How three persons do a short story translation? When I re-read the stories of Sri Manoj Das every time newer meanings/understanding/feeling/ and pleasure is derived as these are not written at a level of a formula which people like us do during a creation. It is through and through under guidance/companion of inspiration that any reader feels when one travels through his creations.
     Did they translate it as a thesis is done for a higher study? A student writes the thesis as per his/her research that is checked by the junior faculty and finally is approved by the professor. 
-Can a creation be translated in the same language? How can this group tell that they translated from the Odia story not did the caricature of the original English story.
- I myself though an ordinary writer do write in both  Odia and English. Can I copy all his Odia stories and tell I translated these from English and copy all his English stories and tell I translated these from Odia? Without obtaining his permission I can start a business of E-world of Maonj Das translation works. See! The google will help me as any one clicks Manoj Das gets an entry to my world of caricatures and it will be a business.
- Translators obviously are very good readers and they need to be good researchers. In this case how these three authors could not know that the story was first written in English way back in 1972.

Now by God`s grace he is a living legend and to sue these persons on his part may not be going to happen. He may not bother as he knows this happened earlier too. He is far above this discussion. But story does not end there. How a person like Mr Brahmananda Satapathy or you or me will be protected from being cheated? His time and money got lost with a negative feeling. Can he not book these persons under section 420 IPC?

This being an E-magazine Mr editor now also can add a small footnote that is justified in this situation.

This is the side effect of being great; one cannot look down and react to the darts thrown at him just like a tree loaded with fruits bears the stones thrown at it.  

I have read one of his speeches published as an article that he delivered in an occasion/seminar on translation literature where he stated in lighter note which I cannot quote in exact words, which goes like this, “Let the translators translate a creation in such an intense way that the reader feels, the original is a poor replica of the translation”.
Once again I want to clarify that the above statement is based on my understanding and my memory.
    
 Let us hope this is one such piece, but Mr Satapathy felt otherwise.

Monday, 20 April 2015

Rita is no more! Dt.19.04.2015 , a short story.

Rita is no more! Dt.19.04.2015.

He went as a guest speaker from India to the international conference on molecular physics in 2002. He was Ramachandra the youngest to be a professor in Indian Institute of Technology in New Delhi. He was very excited about this assignment at New York with little knowledge that ‘the future decides the present’. The future can be so different!
First to his surprise was to meet Raghu Das after fifteen years. Raghu was a year senior to him at Kharagpur IIT where both of them graduated. Raghu never wanted to move abroad and settle in USA. Destiny or compulsion or anything else brought Raghu to this place to hide himself permanently. He used US as a garbage basket after he was accused of poisoning his wife with heavy dose of antipsychotic drugs. He otherwise had no escape from the strong Indian law against domestic violence, dowry torture and attempt to murder a woman. There was every possibility his wife might not recover from coma. He somehow managed to get a visa and God only knows how it was possible.

Seeing Raghu there all the details flashed back to Ramachandra`s mind. He felt as if he can not tolerate his presence. He forgot his purpose and could not calm his inner soul. How can he?

 Raghu however was very cordial and did try to make the atmosphere at peace. He introduced Ramachandra to his present wife Liza and to his two daughters also invited him to his house. Asked about his family and was surprised to know Rama still was a bachelor.

Rama`s talk was on the next day. He had to chair some sessions in each day. Rama in a confused state wanted to return back but could not know how to plan it.

Raghu`s first wife Rita Das was not an ordinary less educated Indian girl. Raghu`s family was a prosperous family in Bhubaneswar. Rita was the daughter of a very reputed family in Rourkela. She was born on Ramnavami in 1968 on the very same day Ramachandra was born in the same IGH hospital of SAIL. The two families stayed in front to front houses in sector eight. They grew up together, read in the same school. Their parents being of very higher ranks in SAIL were close to each other. in Other families near by were of lower ranks. Ramachandra had another brother Akshaya. Rita was the only child to his parents. They did not get another baby even if they wished one son. No consultation or treatment was helpful. Whenever Rita asked for a brother she was told, “Are they not your brothers, Rama and Akshi?”

 "No no Akshi can be my brother Rama is a friend only, a classmate can not be a brother. Rita always replied like this".

"Yes he can be. He is a twin born on same day."

"No papa he is not my brother, he is my friend". Rita replied.

Her grandfather chided,”How a boy can be your friend, you are a girl?”

"Grandpa you are old you don`t know he is not my friend he is my boyfriend," replied the innocent kid.

Everybody laughed. This did not change her version till she was thirteen years old when suddenly she felt discomfort to address him as boyfriend. Rama remained a kid for two more painful years to understand why the girl`s behavior suddenly changed towards him. There proximity being classmates sharing notes, doing discussion, sharing study related information, competing to perform better than each other did never come on their way to be less friendly. Rita was only an hour elder than Rama but she behaved like an elder sister.  She commanded him in all matters. Rama did never mind it. They were no more comfortable when other friends commented them as boyfriend or girlfriend. Rama somewhere secretly felt for it and never could express it throughout his adolescence.

Time passed as it always does. They were in IIT kharagpur. Suddenly roles reversed and Rama was expected to behave as a bonsai guardian to Rita. It was expected from him to be her protector, companion, marketing boy and everything. Rama did not mind it, rather felt elevated.

Rama shared the same room with his senior Raghu in the twin bedded room in the hostel.

 Handsome Raghu had all attributes to attract girls because of his many extracurricular activities in addition to his high standard of academics. His only problem, he was aware of it and over tried using it. No girl could be a friend of him for a period more than six months. In IITs by that time also the eve’s population was too low and Raghu almost tried and failed with all. That made Raghu prominent as a failure in keeping a relationship. Being Rama`s senior roommate and very helping to him he never could speak ill of Raghu even in front of Rita. However he guessed a day may come Raghu would propose Rita when the selfish and self centered room mate once told that a lucky guy is going to get Rita. He analysed in a very mean way that Rita having no brother and plenty of parental wealth was a fortune to his husband.

Ramacahandra became restless. He felt to ventilate this to Rita but hesitated as she may mistake it. He had self doubt. Was he not panicked? Did he love her? What was his main intention, to warn or to distract her? Was it not premature before a real such thing was initiated by Raghu? Many questions came to his mind that prevented him to gossip against Raghu.

He also felt; it would not be easy to face Raghu when he eventually asked about Rita`s relationship to himself. What actually he did feel for her? No, nothing!

Once he became sure about it he gathered the courage to think why not? There must be something in her mind which she was unable to tell being such a sober girl. Even if there was nothing there was no wrong to propose which he felt was the most appropriate at that moment to block her being approached by a crook.

With no exaggeration Ramachandra proposed Rita on the very next day with clear voice that he wanted to make her his life partner and it was not a joke.

Rita didn`t take it as a joke remained silent for about an hour in a garden lawn, choosen for this special purpose.  Not only Rita but the whole atmosphere became silent. The breeze stopped, with it the tiny plants to the big trees all stopped moving to and fro. The movement of people stopped, the couples stopped romancing, the ice cream vendors and the thella owners were looking each other with a complaint of not being consulted and no such proposal should be thrown without offering an icecream first. The lightman forgot to switch on the lights in time and dusk landed early. Rama felt the wait was not for moments bot for years.

Rita answered with a question,”Do you really love me and feel me as your girl friend?”
Another half an hour passed.

“No not at all” replied Rama. “Our relationship is more than any confined sense, but that does not make my proposal with lack of sincerity, after all we are adults and we are going to settle with someone in near future and you know your parents believe they would get a son after your marriage.”

“That may be a bogus idea but my parents are still hopeful for which they didn't opt for IVF as offered by the treating physician and prepared to do it after my marriage.”

“You must be happy Rita, they did not arrange your marriage at the age of sixteen as people with this type superstitions usually do.”

Once again they preferred silence and finally Rita told, “Thanks for daring to propose me but ‘boy’ I always felt you as a real brother, I can never accept you as anything other than a younger brother.”
She brought his head closer and without any consciousness to the surrounding kissed his forehead that put a big full stop to Rama`s proposal. With this the park lights were switched on, the vendors went to business and sky above was with a beautiful star studded full moon that the artificial light dared not to fade its magnificence.

Rama now had no other option to stop Raghu entering Rita`s life which he eventually did.

With obvious but different reasons both side parents took special interest to arrange their marriage once Raghu finished his graduation and Rita had another year. Rita was only twenty by that time. Raghu`s age however was twenty four as he entered IIT after wasting three years.

Initially there was no problem and nothing was expected from Rita`s family with a hope that everything is going to be attached to their family in future. The house at Rourkela, the duplex at Bhubaneswar, the vast ancestral property in their village and everything was for the only child Rita.
Rita`s mother was forty years old and they confidentially did the IVF at the best available center in Singapore and the Baba got the undue credit of his prediction coming true. After waiting some months they spilled the bin when there was no chance to hide it any more.

Rita`s honeymoon turned nightmare thereafter. Suggestive taunts increased day by day. They could have done this or that, could have got so much wealth as dowry. Beautiful girls were making bee lines. Housewife was the best for a family. He could have gone to USA and so on. She had no importance being an IIT educated girl as she preferred a teaching job in a private Btech college thinking to settle at Bhubaneswar. The college however gave her due importance and showed her name prominently on the board with IIT tag. Raghu entered MBA study.

When Rita started feeling hurt and tried to ask Raghu to come to her rescue the man turned a deaf ear. He added salt to the wound, “What wrong were they telling?”

Things worsened as Rita`s parents were blessed with a son, Rita`s third brother after Rama and Akshi

He started beating her. Rita being an educated lady from an aristocratic family could not accept it neither he had any intention to tell her parents about the matter as they may be very upset for planning a second child. 
The situation was very complicated. She went to depression and behaved abnormal. She could not sleep; idea of suicide always came to her mind. The matter went to the extent that she had to lose her job. When she consulted a psychiatrist the thing was further complicated. What drug can cure one`s depression when the triggering factor increased day by day. No psychiatric treatment is possible without family support. Rita was able to judge her problem and she at last wanted to talk to Rama the one who never can betray her.

Rama on receiving the call from his Mtech study at IIT Delhi rushed back to Odisha and immediately went to meet her in the most hostile environment. He was greeted with very filthy language with character assassination. He warned Raghu about the law of the land. Raghu was more abusive. The police turned a deaf ear and rather advised Rama not to interfere in the private matter of a respected family.

Raghu felt helpless and went to Rourkela to discuss the matter.

Rita`s parents felt that the ground below was giving away space to engulf them. Rama`s parents were very upset. They had one known close relation in home department who was immediately contacted and they promptly came forward to help.

It was too late and Rita was already in the ICU. The matter was painted as a case of attempt to suicide by taking toxic amount of antipsychotic drugs.

Raghu was never seen there after.

She was flown to New Delhi AIIMS.Eventually she survived and was discharged. She no more was Rita who once denied Rama`s proposal with a never before and never to happen in future novel way of kissing the proposer`s forehead. She was an infant to be taken care and care at a place very close to the best hospitals.

 There was no other way other than keeping her with Ramachandra. Rama`s parents were equally with tear and it was too difficult to value those meaningful liquid humanity.

Years passed she remained as a vegetable. Akshaya got married. Parents of Rita and those of Ramachandra valued humanity above any other thing. It was felt absolutely normal that Rama stayed there at Delhi taking care of Rita for ever. Once retired his parents shifted to Delhi and stayed there to help him.

Rita`s parents with their young son and with Akshaya and his wife are staying together at Rourkela as Akshaya is an employee there.

Meanwhile Ramachandra excelled in his research and his papers were published in different journals at regular intervals. However he never could move out of Delhi.
His new paper he believed was of merit and it would be injustice to decline the invitation.

He prayed Rita to take food from the hands of his parents, he also called Rita`s parents for a temporary visit to Delhi. Rita nodded affirmative. When she said anything as yes she will try to bring Ramachandra`s head closer and kiss on his forehead. The scene always brought his parents to tear and Ramachandra or anyone else never had the capacity to describe that tear, ‘inexpressible’.

So finally Ramachandra left Rita and she smiled and kissed him. That smile was meaningful Ramachandra even at this difficult moment to bid farewell to his heavenly duties towards a girl, towards humanity, towards brotherhood, towards his childhood girlfriend, as a mother taking care of a woman kid and towards his once upon a time proposed bride, could sense she was improving and time is not far when she can serve a cup of tea to him.

He was completely absorbed with all these flashbacks when Raghu made him remember the time to chair a session. He was at pain to do the job. He wanted to lodge a complaint to the strong policing of that land. He wanted to know how Raghu could evade the multilayered security system to get the entry to this land of justice. He seriously felt there was a breech in the wall which if exposed would be helpful to US authority too. He could not finalise his next course of action.

Suddenly his cell in silent mode blinked not once but several times from his land line at Delhi, from his father`s mobile, from the number of Rita`s father and at last from her number. It was not possible to pick it up. A message came in; a video was sent with Rita having epilepsy for last ten minutes without break. They were taking her in an ambulance.

Oh my God probably she was not given tabs of epsolin, valparin and clonazepam in right dose. May be they skipped any of them or all of them. Rita had not suffered from epilepsy for the last one year.  He was undone, could not do anything other than holding the arms of his chair with very tight grip. He prayed God and hoped she should reach in time to get life saving care.

 After half an hour message from his father`s mobile, “Rita could not be saved”.

Rama was no more a Rama he picked up the metallic flower vase and with his all effort smashed it on the forehead of Raghu exactly on the same spot where Rita must have done many things in past.

He was instantly arrested. Raghu was rushed to the hospital.

He pressed everything to the jury. He is now in New York jail with a five years rigorous imprisonment as a convict of attempt to murder.

His notes were taken seriously and a detailed inquiry was done in cooperation of authorities of both the nations. Seven of the persons were charged for their role to bring in a criminal of a friendly nation to the land of justice.

Raghu was expatriated as his crime was done in India which now was converted to a case of murder. He can never escape as the case turned to be a very high profile crime discussed in several countries.

Rama is not very much unhappy with the turn of the events and his research work is well continuing in a calm and quiet environment created inside the USA jail.

Raghu is inside Tihar. (Report as on 2006)


Friday, 10 April 2015

ଅନନ୍ତା ।

ଅନନ୍ତା
ସେମାନେ ଦିଶୁଥିଲେ ଅତ୍ୟଂତ ପ୍ରସନ୍ନ, ତହିଁରେ କୌଣସି ବିଶେଷତ୍ୱ ଥିବାର କାରଣ ନଥିଲା ମାତୃତ୍ତ୍ୱର  ପ୍ରଥମ ସ୍ୱାକ୍ଷର ବହନ କରୁଥିବା ସଲଜ୍ଜ ବଧୂଟି ପ୍ରଥମକରି ଡାକ୍ତରୀ ପରୀକ୍ଷା ପାଇଁ ସ୍ୱାମୀସହ ବାହାରକୁ ଆସିଛି ସମସ୍ତ ସମ୍ଭ୍ରମତାର ପରିପାଟୀ ସହ। ସ୍ୱାମୀ ତାର ଚିକିତ୍ସା ବ୍ୟତିରେକ ଯେପରି ଆଉ କିଛି କହିବାକୁ ଚାହୁଁଛି କିଂତୁ କହି ପାରୁନାହିଁ। ମନେହୁଏ ପ୍ରସଂଗଟି ଉତ୍ସାହପ୍ରଦ ଯାହା ତାର ମୁହଁର ଉଜ୍ଜ୍ୱଳ ଭାବଭଂଗୀ ପ୍ରକାଶ କରୁଛି। ଡାକ୍ତରୀ କାମ ସମାପ୍ତ ହୁଅଂତେ ବୋହୁଟି ଚୌକି ଛାଡି ଯାଉନି, କେବଳ ତା ସ୍ୱାମୀ ଆଡକୁ ଅର୍ଥପୂର୍ଣ ଦୃଷ୍ଟିରେ ଚାହିଁ ରହିଛି, ସତେ ଅବା କହୁଛି,”କହିବ କହିବ ବୋଲି ଭଜି ହେଉଥିଲ କହୁନ କାହିଁକି?
ଡାକ୍ତର କହିଲେ କଣ କଥା, ଆଉ କିଛି କହିବ!
ମୋତେ ଚିହ୍ନି ପାରୁଛଂତି ସାର?
ଡାକ୍ତର ନିରିଖେଇ ଦେଖିଲେ, “ଚିହ୍ନୁଛି କିଂତୁ ସଠିକ ମନେ ପଡୁ ନାହିଁ”।
“ମୁଁ ମୁଢ ଅନଂତା ଆଗ୍ୟାଁ। ଆପଣ ମୋତେ ଦେଖିଥିଲେ ସରକାରୀ ବାଳାଶ୍ରମରେ ପ୍ରଥମ ଥର”
ହଁ ହଁ ମନେ ପଡିଲା କିଛି ବର୍ଷ ପୂର୍ବେ ସେ ଦିନେ ଅତିଥି ହୋଇ ଯାଇଥିଲେ ବାଳଶ୍ରମକୁ। ସଭାକାର୍ଯ୍ୟ ସରିଲାପରେ ଅଂତେବାସୀ ଓ ତତ୍ତ୍ୱାବଧାରଂକ ସହ ମୁହାଁମୁହିଁ କଥା ହୋଇ ନାନାଦି ସମସ୍ୟା ବାବଦରେ ଆଲୋଚନା ପ୍ରାୟ ଶେଷ ପର୍ଯ୍ୟାୟରେ ପହଂଛି ଥାଏ ବିଗ୍ୟଁ ବ୍ୟକ୍ତି ମାନେ ନିଜର ସୁଚିଂତିତ ମତ ଦେଉଥାଂତି। ସେ କେବଳ ଶ୍ରୋତାପ୍ରାୟ ବସିଥାଆଂତି। ତହୁଁ ଆସିଲା ଅନଂତା ପ୍ରସଂଗ ଅନଂତା ଠିଆ ହୋଇଥାଏ ସାଥିମାନଂକ ସହ ସତେ ଅବା ଅନାହାରକ୍ଳୀଷ୍ଟ ଦଳେ କ୍ଷୀଣ ଶରୀର କିଶୋରଂକର  ଭୀମ ସ୍ୱରୁପ ଦଳପତି। ଆକ୍ଷିରେ ତାର ଝଲକୁଛି ବିଶ୍ୱାସର ପ୍ରତିଶୃତି, କୈଶୋର୍ଯ୍ୟର କଅଁଳ ସ୍ପର୍ଶ ଗଜ୍ଜୁରିତ ନୀଷ ଇତ୍ୟାଦି ସହ ଅନେକ ବ୍ରଣ ଅନଂତାକୁ ଅନ୍ୟ ମାନଂକଠୁ ପୃଥକ କରୁଛି।
ତତ୍ତ୍ୱାବଧାରକ କହିଲେ ଅନଂତାକୁ ଆଉ ଏଠାରେ ରଖିହେବନାହିଁ। କଥା ମାନୁନାହିଁ, ଗେଟ ବଂଦ ହେଲାପରେ ପାଚେରୀ ଡେଇଁ ପଳାଉଛି, କଡା ପାନ ଖାଉଛି, ବାହାରେ କୁସଂଗରେ ପଡିଛି, ସେମାନେ କୁବୁଦ୍ଧି ଦେଉଛଂତି, ଶୁଣଯାଏ ବେଳେ ବେଳେ ସ୍କୁଲ ନଯାଇ କେଉଁ ଏକ ମୋଟର ଗ୍ୟାରେଜରେ ସାମୟିକ କାମ କରି ପଇସା ଆଣୁଛି, ବେଳେ ବେଳେ ସ୍କୁଲ ସାଥି ମାନଂକ ଘରକୁ ଯାଇ ପିଜୁଳି,ଆମ୍ବ, ନଡିଆ ଆଉ କେତେକଣ ଗଛରେ ଚଢି ତୋଳି ଦେଉଛି, ସେମାନଂକ ଘରେ ଖାଇ ପିଇ ଆସୁଛି, ନଦୀ ଗଣ୍ଡରେ ପହଁରୁଛି, ପାଠ ଆଦୌ ପଢୁନାହିଁ, ପାଶ କରିବାର କୌଣସି ସମ୍ଭାବନା ନାହିଁ। ଅନ୍ୟ ଅଂତେବାସୀ ମାନେ ଅନେକ ଦୃଷ୍ଟାଂତ ଦେଲେ ତତ୍ତ୍ୱାବଧାରକଂକ କଥାକୁ ଠିକ ପ୍ରମାଣ କରିବାପାଇଁ।
ସମସ୍ତେ ଅନଂତାକୁ ତାଗିତ କଲେ, ଶୃଂଖଳା ପାଳନ କରିବାକୁ ପରାମର୍ଶ ଦେଲେ, ପରୀକ୍ଷାରେ ପାଶ କରିବା ପାଇଁ ପାଠ ପଢିବା ନିହାତି ଜରୁରୀ; ସେକଥାବି କହିଲେ କେମିତି ମନେହେଲା, ତାକୁ ତା ପକ୍ଷ ରଖିବାକୁ କୌଣସି ସୁଯୋଗ ଦିଆ ଯାଉନାହିଁ ସେ ଦୁଃଖ ଅବା ବିରକ୍ତ ହେବାପରି ଜଣା ପଡୁ ନଥିଲା ସମସ୍ତଂକ କଥା ମାନି ନେଇଛି ବୋଲି ଯେଉଁ ଧାରଣାଟି ସୃଷ୍ଟି ହେଲା ତାହା ମଧ୍ୟ  ଅତ୍ୟଂତ ଭ୍ରମପୂର୍ଣ ଅନୂଭୁତ ହେଉଥିଲା ଲାଗୁଥିଲା ଏ ପ୍ରତି ସେ ସମ୍ପୁର୍ଣ ବେପରୁଆ
ଡାକ୍ତରବାବୁ କହିଲେ, ବାବା ଅନଂତା ତୁମର ସମସ୍ୟା କଣ ଆମ୍ଭଂକୁ ଫିଟାଇ କୁହ
ମୁଁ କଣ କହିବି ସାର, ମୁଁତ ରାଣ୍ଡି ପୁଅ ଅନଂତା (ଜଣେ ବିଧବାର ଦୁଷ୍ଟ ଏବଂ ଏକମାତ୍ର ପୁଅ ଅନଂତା ଗ୍ରାମକୁ ବନ୍ୟାରୁ ରକ୍ଷା କରିବା ପାଇଁ ପ୍ରାଣ ଉତ୍ସର୍ଗ କରିବାର ମର୍ମସ୍ପର୍ଶୀ ଗଳ୍ପ – ଫକୀର ମୋହନ)
ଦେଖାଗଲା ତତ୍ତ୍ୱାବଧାରକଂକ ମୁହଁ ଶୁଖି କଳାକାଠ ପଡିଗଲା, ଅନଂତା ବିରୁଦ୍ଧରେ ସାକ୍ଷୀ ଦେଉଥିବା ପିଲାଏ ହତଭମ୍ବ ଦେଖାଗଲେ ଅନଂତା ଜିଭ କାମୁଡି ପକାଇଲା ଯେମିତି ମସ୍ତବଡ ଭୁଲ କରିପକାଇଛି ସେତେବେଳର ତାପମାତ୍ରା ଅଧିକ ନହୋଇଥିବା ତଥା ବେଗରେ ପଂଖା ଘୁରୁଥିବା ସତ୍ତ୍ୱେ ମହାଶୟଂକ ଦେହ ମୁଣ୍ଡରୁ ସ୍ୱେଦ ନିର୍ଗତ ହୋଇ ପରିବେଶକୁ ଗମ୍ଭୀର କରିଥିଲା ପଛପାଖ ଆମ୍ବ ଓ ବଉଳ ଗଛ ସ୍ତବ୍ଧ ଓ ନିଶ୍ଚଳ ହୋଇ ଯାଇଥିଲେ କେତେବେଳୁ ସୁ ସ୍ୱରରେ ରବ କରୁଥିବା କୌଣସି ଏକ ବିହଂଗର ସ୍ୱର କର୍କଶ ଓ ବିକଟାଳ ଶୁଭିଲା ମନେହେଲା ବିନାମେଘେ ବଜ୍ରପାତ ଘଟିଲା
ପରିସ୍ଥିତିକୁ ଲଘୁ କରିବା ଉଦ୍ଦେଶ୍ୟରେ ଅତିଥିମାନେ ଅନ୍ୟ ପ୍ରସଂଗ ଉତ୍ଥାପନ କଲେ ଏବଂ ପିଲାମାନଂକୁ ବସିବାକୁ ନିର୍ଦ୍ଦେଶ ଦେଲେ
ଅନଂତାକୁ କିଛି କହିବାକୁ ସୁଯୋଗ ଦେବାକୁ ଡାକ୍ତର ସମସ୍ତଂକୁ ଅନୁରୋଧ କଲେ ସୁଯୋଗ ଦିଆଗଲା ମଧ୍ୟ
ଅନନ୍ତା ସାଂଗ ସାଥୀ ମାନଂକୁ ଚାହିଁଲା, ତତ୍ତ୍ୱାବଧାରକଂକ ଆଡକୁ କଣେଇକି ଅନାଇଲା, ଏବେ ସେ ନିଜେ ଦୋଶୀ ପ୍ରାୟ ଦେଖା ଯାଉଥିଲା
“ନାଇଁ ଆଗ୍ୟାଁ, ମୁଁ କଣ କହୁଥିଲିକି, ମୁଁ ମୁଁ  ମାନେ ମୁଁ ଜଣେ ବାପ ଛେଉଣ୍ଡ ପିଲା, ଦୁଃଖିନୀ ବିଧବା ମାଆ ମୋର ବଡ କଷ୍ଟରେ ଚଳୁଛି, ମୋତେ ସେହି ଫକୀରମୋହନଂକ,’ରାଣ୍ଡିପୁଅ ଅନଂତା ଗଳ୍ପଟି ପଢିବାକୁ କେହି ଚିଡାଇବା ଉଦ୍ଦେଶ୍ୟରେ କହି ନାହାଂତି, ସୁପରିଟେଣ୍ଡେଣ୍ଟ ସାର ମଧ୍ୟ କହି ନାହାଂତି, କିଂତୁ ମୋ ନାଁଟି ଅନଂତା ହୋଇଥିବାରୁ ଆଉ ମୋ ବାପା ମରି ଯାଇଥିବାରୁ ଏହା ମୋ ନିଜ ଗଳ୍ପ ଭାବି ମୁଁ ପଢିଛି, ବାରମ୍ବାର ପଢିଛି, ଭାବିଛି ମୋର ଏହି ଧିକ ଜୀବନ ମଧ୍ୟ ଦିନେ ବହୁ ମୂଲ୍ୟବାନ କାମରେ ଲାଗିବ ସତ କହୁଛି, ଆମ ସାର ମୋତେ ଜମାରୁ ସେମିତି କହି ଅପମାନିତ କରି ନାହାଂତି
ବାତାବରଣର ଗମ୍ଭୀରତା ବଢିଥିଲା କି କମିଥିଲା କହିବା ସହଜ ନଥିଲା ତେବେ ବୋଧ୍ ହେଲା ଫକୀର ମୋହନଂକୁ ଏଭଳି ସମ୍ମାନ ତାଂକ ଜୀବଦ୍ଦଶା ଅବା ମରଣତ୍ତୋରେ ମଧ୍ୟ କେଉଁଠାରେ ମିଳି ନଥିବ ସତେଅବା ସେ ମହାନ ଆତ୍ମା ଏକ ବେତ ଧରି ସବୁ ବୟସ୍କ ବ୍ୟକ୍ତିଂକୁ ଛାଟେ ଛାଟେ ଦେଇ ପୁଣି ସେହି ବାତାୟନ ବାଟେ ଆମ୍ବ ଗଛର ସେ ବିହଂଗ ପୃଷ୍ଠରେ ବସି କେଉଁଆଡେ ଅଦୃଶ୍ୟ ହୋଇଗଲେ ପକ୍ଷୀଟିର ରାଗ ଅବା ବିରାଗ ଆଉ ଶୁଣା ଯାଉ ନଥିଲା
ଡାକ୍ତରଂକ ମନ ଶାନ୍ତି ହୋଇନଥିଲା ସେ ଅନଂତାଂକୁ ପାଖକୁ ଡାକି କହିଲେ, ତୁମେ ବହୁତ ଉନ୍ନତି କରିବା ଦୃଢନିଶ୍ଚିତ, ତେବେ ତୁମର ଦୁଷ୍ଟାମୀ କାହିଁକି ବାବା!”
ମୁଁ କଣ ଭାବୁଛି ଜାଣିଛନ୍ତି ସାର୍, ପାଠ  ମୋ ଦ୍ୱାରା ହେଉନାହିଁ କି ହେବନାହିଁ ଏଣୁ ବଡ ହେଲେ ଗାଡି ଚଲାଇବି ସେଥିପାଇଁ ଲୁଚିଛପି ଗ୍ୟାରେଜରେ କାମ କରେ, ଗାଡିର ଭିତର ବାହାର ଚିହ୍ନେ, ଭାରୀ ସୁଖ ଲାଗେ, କେବେ କେବେ ଗାଡି ଚଲାଇବାକୁ ମିଳେ କିଛି ଟଂକାବି ରଖିଛି, ଭାବିଛି ଲାଇସେଂସ ବାହାର କରିବି, ଗ୍ୟାରେଜବାଲା ଏ ଦିଗରେ ସାହାଯ୍ୟ କରିବାର ପ୍ରତିଶୃତି ଦେଇଛି ପାଠ ପଢି କଣ କରିବି, ମୋ ପାଠକୁ ଚାକିରୀ ନାହିଁ, ମୋ ମାଆକୁ କେତେ ଦିନ ଆଉ ବାର ଦ୍ୱାର ବୁଲି ପାଇଟି କରିବାକୁ ଛାଡିଦେବି। ସାର ମୁଁ ଲାଇସେଂସ ବାହାର କଲେ ମୋତେ ଡ୍ରାଇଭର ରଖିବେ!
ଦେଖ ବାବୁ ତୁମ ବୟସ ହିସାବରେ ତୁମ ବୁଦ୍ଧି ବହୁତ ପରିପକ୍ୱ , ତୁମେ ଏମିତି ବ୍ୟସ୍ତ ହୁଅ ନାହିଁ, ତୁମ ପାଇଁ ସଫଳତା ଅବଶ୍ୟ ଅପେକ୍ଷା କରିଛି।
କ୍ରମେ ଘଟଣାଟି ବିସ୍ମୃତ ହୋଇଯାଇଥିଲା
କିଛି ବର୍ଷ ପରେ ପୁଣି ଅନଂତା ସହ ଦେଖାହେଲା ଏଥର ତାକୁ ପୋଲିସ ବାବୁ ମାନେ ଆଣିଥିଲେ ଜଣେ ଅଭିଯୁକ୍ତ ରୂପେ, ଗ୍ୟାରେଜ ମାଲିକର ନାବାଳିକା ଝିଅ ଲାନୀକୁ ଅପହରଣ ଇତ୍ୟାଦି ମାମଲାରେ ଅନଂତାକୁ ସେବେଳକୁ ଅଠର ବର୍ଷ ଏବଂ ଲାନୀ ମାତ୍ର ପଂଦର ବର୍ଷର ନାବାଳିକା
ଲାନୀର ମଂତବ୍ୟ ଥିଲା ସେ ଅନଂତାକୁ ଭଲପାଏ ଓ ନିଜ ଇଛାରେ ତାସହ ଯାଇଥିଲା ବାହାହୋଇ ଘର ସଂସାର କରିବାକୁ ସେ ଡାକ୍ତରୀମାଇନା ହେବାକୁ ଆଦୌ ରାଜି ହେଲାନାହିଁ
ଅନଂତା କହିଲା, “ମୁଁ ଏତେ ନିୟମ କାନୁନ ଯାଣିନଥିଲି, ଲାନୀକୁ ଭଲପାଏ ବାହା ହେବାକୁ ଚାହୁଁଛି କହିବାରୁ ତା ବାପା ରାଜି ହେଲେ ନାହିଁ ଏବଂ ଅନ୍ୟ ପ୍ରସ୍ତାବରେ ଲାନୀକୁ ବାଧ୍ୟକରି ବାହା ଦେବାର ଯୋଜନା କଲେ ସେଥିପାଇଁ ମୁଁ ଲାନୀକୁ ନେଇ କୋର୍ଟ ଯାଇଥିଲି ବାହା ହେବାପାଇଁ ସେଠିକାର ବାବୁମାନେ ଏହା ବୟସ ଦୃଷ୍ଟିରୁ ଆଇନ ସମତ୍ତ ନୁହେଁ କହି ଥାନାବାବୁଂକୁ ଡାକି ଆଇନ ଅନୁଯାଇ କାର୍ଯାନୁଷ୍ଠାନ ଗ୍ରହଣ କରିବାକୁ କହିଲେ, ବାସ ତାପରେ ଆମକୁ ଏଠାକୁ ଅଣାଗଲା ଆପଣ ସାର କୁହଂତୁ ଯଦି ତାର ବୟସ ହୋଇନାହିଁ ସେ ଅନ୍ୟତ୍ର ବାହା ହୋଇଥାଂତା କିପରି! କେତେ ବୟସରେ ବାହାହେବା ଠିକ ସେକଥା ମୋତେ ଗାଆଁରେ କି ଘରେ ଅବା ବିଦ୍ୟାଳୟରେ କେହି କହି ନାହାଂତି କିମ୍ବା ପାଠ ବହିରେ ଲେଖାଯାଇ ନାହିଁ ମୁଁ ଜାଣିବି କେମିତି! ସେ ବୟସ ହେବା ଆଗରୁ ଝିଅଟିଏ ସହ ଭଲପାଇବା ଭାବନା ଆସିବାକୁ ଭଗବାନ ରୋକୁନାହାଂତି କାହିଁକି? ମୁଁ ଭାବିଥିଲି ଯେହେତୁ ରୋଜଗାର କରୁଛି,  ମୋ ମାଆର ସୁବିଧା ପାଇଁ ମୋତେ ବାହାହେବା ଜରୁରୀ ଏବଂ ଲାନୀ ସେଥିରେ ରାଜି ହେଲା ତାକୁ ପଚାରିଲେ ସେ କହିବଯେ ।“
ଅଠର ବର୍ଷର ଡ୍ରାଇଭର ପିଲାଟିଏ ଏକଥା କହୁଛି କିମ୍ବା ଜଣେ ଦକ୍ଷ ଓକିଲ ଯୁକ୍ତି କରୁଛି ସେକଥା ଭାବୁଥିଲେ ଆଶ୍ଚର୍ଯ୍ୟଚକିତ ଡାକ୍ତରବାବୁ
କେଶଟି ଖୁବ ଶୀଘ୍ର ଫୈସଲା ହୋଇ ଯାଇଥିବାର ସୂଚନା କୌଣସି ସୂତ୍ରରୁ ଡାକ୍ତର ପାଇଥିଲେ ଉଭୟଂକ ବୟସ ଉପଯୁକ୍ତ ନହେବା ପର୍ଯ୍ୟଂତ ବିବାହ ହୋଇ ପାରିବ ନାହିଁ, ଲାନୀ ନିଜଘରେ ରହିବ, ତାଉପରେ କୌଣସି ନିର୍ଯାତନା ଯେପରି ନହୁଏ ସେ ପ୍ରତି ମହିଳା ଓ ଶିଷୁ କଲ୍ୟାଣ ବିଭାଗ ଧ୍ୟାନ ଦେବ, ଉଭୟ ପକ୍ଷ ପରସ୍ପରକୁ ବିଭାହେବାକୁ ବାଧ୍ୟ ନୁହଂତି, ଏବଂ ନିର୍ବୋଧତା ବ୍ୟତୀତ ଅନ୍ୟ କୌଣସି ଅପରାଧ କରିଥିବାର ପ୍ରମାଣ ନଥିବାରୁ ଅନଂତାକୁ କୌଣସି ଦଣ୍ଡ ମିଳିବା ସମିଚୀନ ନୁହେଁ; ଏହି ପ୍ରକାର ଆଦେଶ ମାନ୍ୟବର ଅଦାଲତ ଦେଇଥିଲେ
ଏହାପରେ ଅନଂତାକୁ ସେ ପାଶୋରି ପକାଇଥିଲେ ଏହି ଚଇନି ଫିଟ ଯୁବକ ଜଣକ କଣ ଅନଂତା ହୋଇପାରେ ଆଉ ଏ ବୋହୁଟି ଲାନୀ କିମ୍ବା ଅନ୍ୟକେହି !
ଓ ବାବୁ ଜଣକ ତା ନାମ ଅନଂତା ବଦଳରେ ଅନଂତ କହିନଥିଲେ ସେ ସଂଗେ ସଂଗେ ଜାଣି ପାରିଥାଂତେ ପରା ଡାକ୍ତର ପୁଣି ଟିକେ ଚିଠା ଉପରେ ନଜର ପକାଇଲେ ଏଁ! ସତେ, ଆରେ ବାଃ ତାହେଲେ ଅନଂତା ତୁମ କାହାଣୀ ସମ୍ପୂର୍ଣ ନହେଲା ପର୍ଯ୍ୟଂତ ଆଜି ସବୁ କାମ ବଂଦ
ସହାୟକଂକୁ ଡାକି ମୃଦୁ ପାନୀୟର ବ୍ୟବସ୍ଥା କରିବାକୁ କହିଲେ
“ସେ ଅନେକ କଥା ସାର୍, ଆପଣଂକୁ କହିଲେ ଅତ୍ୟଂତ ଆନଂଦ ଲାଗିବ ଆପଣଂକ କଥା ମୋତେ ଗଭୀର ବିଶ୍ୱାସ ଦେଇଥିଲା, ମୁଁ ମନେମନେ ଭାବିଲି ଏତିକି ପାଠକୁ କେଉଁ ଚାକିରୀ ମିଳିବ? ଆତ୍ମ ପ୍ରତ୍ୟେୟ କହିଲା ସୈନ୍ୟବାହିନୀ ତୋତେ ଅପେକ୍ଷା କରିଛି”।
ବର୍ଷା ଦିନର କଥା, ପ୍ରବଳ ବୃଷ୍ଟିପାତ ବନ୍ୟାର ତାଣ୍ଡବ ସୃଷ୍ଟି କରିଥାଏ ସାରା ଓଡିଶାରେ ନଦୀରେ ନଦୀଏ ପାଣି, ଦୁର୍ବଳ ବଂଧ ଭାଂଗି କେତେ ଗାଆଁ ଗଣ୍ଡାକୁ ଉଛନ୍ନ କରିଥାଏ ଉଦ୍ଧାର କାର୍ଯ୍ୟରେ ସୈନ୍ୟବାହିନୀ ମୂତୟନ ହୋଇଥାଏ ସରକାରୀ ବେସରକାରୀ ନାଆ ସବୁ କାମରେ ଲାଗିଥାଂତି, ଲୋକେ କଥା ହେଉଥାଂତି ଏମିତି ବନ୍ୟା କେବେ ହୋଇନଥିଲା ବୈତରଣୀର ସମସ୍ତ ପାଣି ଯେମିତି ତାଂକରି ଇଲାକାକୁ ଛାରଖାର କରିବାକୁ ଶପଥ ନେଇଛି ଉଭାକ୍ଷେତର ଫସଲ ପାଣି ଲହରୀ ତଳେ ଅଦୃଶ୍ୟ, ଯାହାକିଛି ଧନ ଜୀବନ ସବୁ ନଦୀବଂଧ ଉପରେ ନେତାଏ ପ୍ରତିଯୋଗୀତା କରି ନିଜ ଗ୍ରାମକୁ ସମସ୍ତ ସାହଯ୍ୟ ନେବାକୂ ବ୍ୟସ୍ତ କେଉଁଠି କେଉଁଠି ଭୋକିଲା ଗୋମେଷାଦି ପଶୁମାନେ ରଡି ଛାଡୁଛଂତି ଚୁଲି ଜଳିବାର ବ୍ୟବସ୍ଥା ନାହିଁ ପାଣି ଘେର ମଧ୍ୟରେ ଫସି ଯାଇଥିବା ଗୋଟିଏ ଛୋଟ ଗ୍ରାମରୁ ଲୋକମାନଂକୁ ବାହାର କରିବାରେ ସୁରକ୍ଷା ବଳ ଲାଗିପଡିଛଂତି, ନାଉରିଆ ବି ଲାଗିଛଂତି.ସ୍ଥାନେ ସ୍ଥାନେ ପାଣି ଭଉଁରି ଖେଳୁଛି ସେମିତି ଏକ ଭଉଁରିରେ ଦେଶୀ ଡଂଗାଟିଏ ପଡିଗଲା, ଡଂଗା ଓଲଟି ପଡିଲା , ଲୋକମାନେ ପହଂରିବା ଆରମ୍ଭ କଲେ କିଂତୁ ପହଁରା ଜାଣି ନଥିବା ଦୁଇଜଣ ମହିଳା ଭାସି ଗଲେ ସୁରକ୍ଷାବଳ ସେଠାରୁ ଟିକେ ଦୂରରେ ଥାଆଂତି। ଲୋକମାନେ ପରସ୍ପରକୁ ଅନାଇବାଠୁ ଅଧିକ କୌଣସି କର୍ତ୍ତବ୍ୟ ଚିଂତା କରୁ ନଥାଂତି ଅନଂତା ପାଣିକୁ ଲମ୍ଫଦେଲା ସେମାନେ ଭାସି ଯାଉଥାଆଂତି ଧାନବିଲ ଉପରେ ଉବୁଟୁବୁ ହୋଇ ଅନଂତା ତାର ସମସ୍ତ ଶକ୍ତି ଲଗାଇ ଦେଇଥାଏ ହାତରେ ପଡିଲା ଭାସିଯାଉଥିବା ଏକ ଲମ୍ବା ବାଉଁଶ ସେ ତାହାକୁ କାତ ଭଳି ବ୍ୟବହାର କରି ଆହୁରି ବେଗରେ ଆଗେଇ ଗଲା
ଦୁଇଜଣଂକୁ କିଭଳି ରକ୍ଷା କରିବ ସେମାନଂକ ମଧ୍ୟରେଏବେ ଅନେକ ବ୍ୟବଧାନ ହୋଇ ସାରିଥାଏ ଜଣେ ଚିତ୍କାର ଛାଡୁଥାଏ ଆଉଜଣେ ସମ୍ଭବତଃ ପାଣି ପିଇ ନାକେଦମ ହୋଇଗଲାଣି ମନ କହିଲା ଯେ ଗଲା ସେ ଯାଉ, ଅଂତତଃ ଯେ ନିଶ୍ଚିତ ବଂଚିଛି ତାକୁ ରକ୍ଷା କରାଯାଉ ଚିତ୍କାର ଛାଡୁଥିବା ଆର ଗ୍ରାମର ମହିଳାଂକ ପାଖକୁ ଝପଟି ଗଲା ତାର ବାହୁ ଧରି ପ୍ରଥମେ ତାଂକୁ ଥୟ କଲା ଅନ୍ୟ ହାତରେ ବାଉଁଶଟି ଧରିବକୁ ନିର୍ଦ୍ଦେଶ ଦେଲା ଏବଂ ତାହାକୁ କାତଭଳି ଭୂମିରେ ପୋତିବାକୁ କହିଲା କାତଟି ତଳେ ଲାଗିଲା କ୍ଷଣି କାମ ସହଜ ହୋଇଗଲା ଅନଂତା ନିଜର ସମସ୍ତ ଶକ୍ତି ସହ କାତଟିକୁ ଭୂମିରେ ପୋତି ପକାଇ ମହିଳାଂକୁ ତହିଁ ନିର୍ଭୟ ହୋଇ ଭାସି ରହିବାକୁ କହିଲା ଓ ଅନ୍ୟ ଜଣଂକ ଦିଗରେ ଗତି କଲା ଜୀବିତ ହେଉକି ମୃତ ହେଉ ଉଦ୍ଧାର କରିବାକୁ ପଡିବ ଯନ୍ତ୍ର ଚାଳିତ ଡଂଗାର ଶବ୍ଦ ପାଖେଇ ଆସୁଛି, ଅନଂତାର ଉତ୍ସାହ ବଢିଗଲା ବେଗ ଆହୁରି ବଢାଇବା ପାଇଁ ସେ ଅପେକ୍ଷାକୃତ ଅଧିକ ପ୍ରଖର ସ୍ରୋତ ମଧ୍ୟକୁ ଇଛାକୃତ ଭାବେ ଚାଲିଗଲା ନିଜେ ବିପଦରେ ପଡିଗଲା ଇଶ୍ୱରଂକୁ ସ୍ମରଣକରି ଆଗକୁ ମାଡି ଚାଲିଲା ଜୀବନ ଓ ମୃତ୍ୟୁ ମଧ୍ୟରେ କେତେ ଅବା ପାର୍ଥକ୍ୟ, ମୋଟର ବୋଟ ପାଖେଇ ଆସୁଥାଏ ସେ ପାର୍ଥକ୍ୟକୁ ଯୋଡିବା ପାଇଁ ଅନଂତା ଏବେ ପହଂଚି ଯାଇଥାଏ ଅନ୍ୟ ମହିଳାଂକ ପାଖାପାଖି ଆପାତତଃ ସେ ପ୍ରଖର ସ୍ରୋତରୁ ରକ୍ଷା ପାଇ ଯାଇଛି।
 ସୁରକ୍ଷାବଳଂକ ମୋଟର ବୋଟ ପହଂଚି ସମସ୍ତଂକୁ ଉଦ୍ଧାର କଲା ଦ୍ୱିତୀୟ ମହିଳା ମଧ୍ୟ ସେମାନଂକ କ୍ୟମ୍ପ ଡାକ୍ତରଂକ ଚିକିତ୍ସାରେ ଆରୋଗ୍ୟ ହେଲେ
“ଅତଃପର କଣ ହେଲା ଜାଣଂତି ସାର୍, ଆପଣଂକ ଆଶୀର୍ବାଦରୁ ସେମାନଂକ ଅଫିସର ବନ୍ୟା ସରିଲା ପର୍ଯ୍ୟଂତ ମୋତେ ତାଂକ ଟିମ୍ରେ ରଖିଲେ ମୋ ନାମ ସୁପାରିଶ କଲେ ମୋତେ ଡ୍ରାଇଭର ଚାକିରୀ ମିଳିଗଲା ।“
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ଲାନୀ ରାଗିଗଲା “ସାର ମିଛକଥା, ମୋ ବାପାଂକ ଗ୍ୟରେଜରେ ବାପା ୟାଂକୁ କାମରେ ଲଗାଇ ସାରିଥିଲେ ଏବଂ ଶ୍ରଦ୍ଧା କରୁଥିଲେ, କେବଳ ଯାହା ବୟସକୁ ଅପେକ୍ଷା କରୁଥିଲେ, ବେଇମାନ ଲୋକ”।
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“ ମୁଁ ଅଟକିଲି ନାହିଁ ଯାହା ସୁଯୋଗ ଆସିଲା ଗ୍ରହଣକଲି, ଅଟୋମୋବାଇଲରେ ଆଇ.ଟି.ଆଇ କଲି, ପରେ ପରେ ପରୀକ୍ଷା ଦେଇ ଚାଲିଲି, ମୁଁ ଏବେ ଜଣେ ଗ୍ରାଜୁଏଟ ସମାଂତରାଳ ଭାବେ ମୋର ପ୍ରମୋଶନ ହୋଇଚାଲିଲା, ଅଧୁନା ଭାରତୀୟ ପଦାତିକ ବାହିନୀର ଡେୟାର ଡେଭିଲ ଟିମର ମୁଁ ଅନ୍ୟତମ ସଦସ୍ୟ, ମୋର ପ୍ରମୋଶନ ଅନେକ ବାର ହୋଇ ମୁଁ ଏବେ ଜୁନିୟର କମାଣ୍ଡିଂ ଅଫିସର୍ ଲୁଚି ଲୁଚି ଗ୍ୟାରେଜରେ କାମ କରୁଥିବା ରାଣ୍ଡିପୁଅ ଅନଂତା ଆଜି ଆପଣଂକ ଆଶୀର୍ବାଦରୁ ବହୁତ ଆଗକୁ ଯାଇ ପାରିଛି ମା ଛେଉଣ୍ଡ ଏହି ଲାନୀ ପାଇଁ ମୋ ଶ୍ୱଶୁର ବେଶ ଆସ୍ୱସ୍ତ ମୋ ମାଆ ଆଜି ଗାଆଁରେ ମୁଣ୍ଡ ଟେକି ଚାଲୁଛି ସବୁବେଳେ ତାର ଗୋଟିଏ ଉପଦେଶ, “ବିପଦ ବେଳେ ଅଧିର ହେବନାହିଁ ଆଗକୁ ଭଲ ସମୟ ନିଶ୍ଚିତ ଆସିବ” ମା ମୋର ଏବେ ବାଳଶ୍ରମରେ ଜଣେ ସ୍ୱେଛାସେବୀ କିଛି ସମୟ ସେଇଠି ପିଲାମାନଂକସେବାରେ କଟାଏ ଆପଣଂକୁ ଦେଖାକରି ସମସ୍ତ କଥା କହିବାର ଆବେଗଭରା ଇଛାଟି ଆଜି ପୂରଣ ହେଲା
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