Anhey gorhey da daan Page #4

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And neither eats

nor drinks anything.

You fool..

Half your breath has been

squeezed out by your family..

..and the remaining

half by your work.

The hundred that you earn in a day..

..and the ten that

you save for food,

..how long will your

wife be happy with that?

You know what will

happen in the end?

In the end she will find a desperate

man like me and run away with him!

And you will be left with nothing.

This dick-head looks

very depressed today.

Get up, you looser. Let's go.

If you had taken the

amount of blows we did,

..your wife would

have been wailing by now.

He who did not drink heavily..

..and did not mercilessly

beat his wife..

..and did not get high on drugs

..of what use is that man's life!

Lets's wrap it up.

Lets go.

O you merciful one..

Forgive us O Lord.

Must remain fearful of your acts.

What was it like before

and what happens now..

What will become of this world?

See.. how many stalks

of mustard these must be.

I slogged the whole

day plucking cotton..

..getting scratches on my hands.

I didn't leave a

single bud in the field.

While leaving,

I plucked a few leaves of mustard..

..and these stalks for the goats.

He said:
"Who the hell

are you to touch our mustard?"

He started fuming in anger.

He said:
"You have

ruined our mustard fields!"

I also got angry and said:

"Listen kid. I am like your mother,

have some shame."

"Is this the way to talk?"

He said:
"You ruin our fields

and we should be ashamed of it!"

I said:
"These are

just two stalks of mustard.

God has given you everything.

Now you even have a

tractor as big as a house.

You miserly,

what are two stalks of mustard?"

God also has to give it to..

..those who don't have

any respect or pity for humans.

I will never again pluck

cotton for such treacherous people.

First, they don't pay

wages for two-two months..

..and when they settle your

accounts, they cut half your wages.

Still they boss over

you:
"We give you work!"

If you give us work,

you don't do us any favour.

Its for your own need

that you call us to work.

Hundred carts of mustard stalks

would be lying with the trecherous,

never will they give

a bundle to anyone.

Those will rot in the summer, but

they don't let anyone touch them.

Finally I got these stalks

of mustard from Khema's farm.

Even he did not simply give it and

made it sound like some huge favour.

He muttered:
"Aunt, you

can take it today, but not again.

We also don't have much of it."

What is this? It's just meagre fuel.

Those were also the times..

..when people called you

home to take away the dry stalks.

The poor would give blessings.

Don't know what's

happening to this world.

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