Unauthorized entry By Rabindranath Tagore (English)

                Unauthorized entry
                   Rabindranath Tagore

One morning, a boy was standing by the side of the road, betting on an adventure with another boy.  Whether he can bring flowers from Thakurbari's Madhabibitan, this is the argument.  One boy said, "I can," and another said, "Never."

 The work is easy to hear but why it is not easy to do, it is necessary to explain in a little more detail.

 Jayakali Devi, the widow of the late Madhabchandra Tarkabachaspati, is the owner of this Radhanath Jiur temple.  Professor Mahasaya Tole, who received the title of Tarkabachaspati, could not prove the title to his wife even for a day.  According to some scholars, the success of the title was due to the fact that all the arguments and sentences fell on the part of his wife, who enjoyed her full fruits as a husband.

 At the request of the truth, Joykali did not say much, but many times he could have stopped in two words, even silently, with a very big mouth.  Joykali is a tall, strong, sharp-witted woman.  Her husband was now on the verge of destroying their Debottar property.  The widow cleared all her arrears by recovering the arrears, fixing the boundaries and rescuing long-term evictions.  No one could deprive him of a penny from what he deserved.

 This woman had no real partner as she had a large amount of masculinity in her nature.  The women were afraid of him.  Slander, small talk or crying was unbearable for him.  Men also feared him;  Because, he could have ridiculed the Chandimandapatagatha laziness of the village gentlemen with a kind of silent hateful sharp sarcasm which penetrated their hearts even through their gross inertia.

 This elderly widow had the extraordinary ability to hate and to express her hatred.  He could have utterly burned the person he had convicted in the trial with words and without words, in manner and manner.

 He had a relentless hand in all the activities of the village.  Everywhere he went, he easily captured a place of his own glory without any effort.  There was no doubt in his mind or in the minds of anyone present that he was the chief of all the places where he was present.

 He was perfect in caring for the patient, but the patient feared him as much as he could.  In the slightest violation of the diet or rules, his rage made the patient hotter than the heat of the disease.

 This long hard widow was standing on the head of the village like the strict rules of Bidhata;  No one dared to love or neglect him.  He was associated with everyone in the village but there was no one very lonely like him.

 The widow was childless.  Two orphaned nephews used to live in his house.  They did not have any kind of rule due to lack of male guardians and no one could say that they were ruined by the caress of Snehand Psima.  The eldest of them was eighteen years old.  From time to time, marriage proposals were made and the boy was not indifferent about marriage.  But Psima did not indulge in that lust for a day.  Unlike other women, the young couple's new love scene did not seem to be very enjoyable in his imagination.  On the contrary, the possibility that his nephew would get married and sit at home lazily like any other gentleman and continue to swell every day in the care of his wife seemed to him to be extremely contemptible.  He insisted that Pulin start earning first, then bring the bride home.  The neighbors were heartbroken by the harsh words on Psima's face.

 The Thakurbari was Jayakali's most caring treasure.  Thakur's bedding could not be the slightest mistake in bathing.  The pious Brahmins feared this one woman much more than the two gods.  There was a time in the past when the gods did not get the allotted amount.  Because, another idol of the worshiper Thakur was in the secret temple;  Her name was Nistarini.  The secretly offered milk flour would be shared in heaven and hell.  But nowadays in the reign of Joykali, only sixteen parts of the puja are being suffered by the Tagore, the sub-gods have to look for other means of livelihood elsewhere.  In the care of the widow, the premises of the Thakurbari are being tidied up - there is not a single grass anywhere.  Madhavilata has risen by leaning on one side of the stage. As soon as Jayakali reads her dry letter, she picks it up and throws it out.  The widow could not bear the slightest disturbance of cleanliness and purity in the Thakurbari.  In the past, the boys of the neighborhood used to take shelter at the edge of the premises for the purpose of playing hide-and-seek, and in between, the kids of the neighborhood would come and eat some of the bulk of Madhavilata.  Now he has no chance.  The boys were not allowed to enter the premises on any other day except during the festive season and the hungry goats had to be beaten and returned to the door calling their mother-in-law in a loud voice.

 An immoral person, even if he was a paramatman, could not enter the temple premises.  One of Jayakali's young chickens, a greedy sister-in-law, had come to the village on the occasion of a relative's visit and was about to enter the temple premises.  The widow had so much unnecessary warning about this temple that it seemed to the general public very insane.

 Joykali R-everywhere is a solid advanced individual, only in front of this temple did he fully surrender.  To this idol he is exclusively mother, wife, maid - to him he is alert, gentle, beautiful and completely humble.  This stone temple and the stone statue were the only object of her mysterious femininity.  This is her husband, her son, her whole family.  From this the reader will understand that the boy who promised to fetch Madhavimanjari from the temple premises had no limit to his courage.  He is Joykali's younger nephew Nalin.  He knew his PCM well, yet his great nature did not rule him out.  He had an attraction where there was danger, and he was anxious to break the rule.  Rumor has it that this was the nature of his PCM as a child.

 Joykali was then sitting in the building, focusing on Thakur with motherly devotion and chanting garlands in unison.

 The boy came silently from behind and stood at Madhabitala.  He saw that the flowers of the lower branch had been exhausted for worship.  Then very slowly and carefully climbed the stage.  Seeing the two twisted buds on the upper branch, as if he was going to stretch his body and arms, the dilapidated stage collapsed with all his mighty efforts.  The sheltered vine and the boy landed together.

 Joykali hurried off and saw his nephew's fame, grabbed him by the arm and lifted him off the ground.  The injury was enough for him, but that injury cannot be called punishment, because it is the injury of the unconscious root.  Therefore, Joykali's conscious punishment began to rain down on the afflicted body of the fallen boy.  The boy endured silently without shedding a single tear.  Then his cousin dragged him and locked him in the room.  His afternoon meal that day was forbidden.

 Hearing that the meal had stopped, the maid Moksada moaned and begged the boy to forgive her.  Joykali's heart did not melt.  There was no one in the house who would give food to a hungry boy secretly without Thakurani's knowledge.

 The widow sent for the people to repair the stage and again came and sat in the building with a garland in her hand.  After a while, Moksada approached the meeting and said, "Grandma, Kakababu is crying with hunger. Shall I bring him some milk?"  Joykali said with a firm face, "No."  Moksada went back.  From the room in the distant cottage, Nalin's pitiful cries gradually turned into a roar of rage - at last, after a long time, with a weary outburst of her moaning, the Japaneseness began to resound in Psima's ears.

 At a time when Nalin's wailing was exhausted and almost silent, the frightened moan of another creature began to reverberate, and at the same time the distant cries of the running man mingled and a loud noise arose on the way to the front of the temple.

 Suddenly a footstep was heard in the courtyard.  Joykali looked back and saw Madhabilata moving above the ground.

 He shouted, "Nalin!"

 No one answered.  He realized that the disobedient Nalin had somehow escaped from the prison and had come to annoy him again.

 Then the widow came down to the courtyard, pressing her lips to her lips with great difficulty.

 He called again to Latakunj, "Nalin!"

 Didn't get an answer.  He picked up the branch and saw that a very dirty pig had taken refuge in the dense pallab for fear of death.

 The shrubbery in this brick wall is a brief replica of Vrindavipin, whose fragrant blossom reminiscent of the fragrant breath of the gopis, and awakens the dream of the beauty of the euphoria on the banks of the Kalinditi.  The priest chased the Brahmin with a stick in his hand.

 Joykali immediately stepped forward and forbade him and hurriedly closed the door of the temple from inside.

 Soon after, a group of drunken Domes came to the temple gates and shouted for their sacrificial animals.

 Joykali stood behind the closed door and said, “Go back, go back!  Don't defile my temple. ”

 Dome's team returned.  They could not believe that Joykali Thakurani would shelter the unclean animals in the temple of her Radhanath Jiu, even though they saw it almost directly.

 In this small incident, the omnipotent deity of the whole world was absolutely pleased, but the tiny deity with the social name of a small village became very upset.

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