Achi news desk-
Arvind Jagtap5 days ago
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As Jayantrao continued to read, his opinion of his father changed. Composition is not that simple. And his father too.. he realized this.
Kulkarnias first honor to Naralwadi.. Tejas was annoyed hearing this sentence since his childhood. Tejas father Jayantrao left Naralwadi and came to the city forty years ago. Because in Naralwadi, if you stick your neck out, you get nothing. His Kulkarni palace was in ruins. Jayantrao’s father’s dream was to build his own boat. There was a lot of loss in the effort to build a big boat. The boat reached no water. Stay ashore. There was no money.
Jayantrao’s father died. Gradually people stole the property of the boat. Now the skeleton continues. rusty Jayantrao came to the city leaving Padka Wada and a book. He continued to run the world by working in a private company. The boy, Tejas, became an engineer with great expectations. But, he also has the same salary as a clerk. Engineers have become many. Jayantrao’s belief that we are cursed with poverty was gradually confirmed.
Even his health is not good these days. There is a tumor in the brain. No strength to take treatment. Since the brain tumor diagnosis, many thoughts come to mind. There is no thought of just making money. Jayantrao has accepted that his few days are left. Now the worry is less. Many memories. I remember my father the same way.
The boat they built. Jayantrao had seen the changes going to the beach every day. It was dreamed that it would turn on at some point. It took between five and seven years and expensive household items to build the boat. That boat did not go to sea, but Kulkarnia drowned. money gone As money goes, reputation goes. There is nothing left to live in the village. Dad had five to fifty books. It was gradually distributed to people. One was a copy of the constitution. It was signed and given to Jayantrao’s father by the District Collector. She stayed at home.
How many people read the constitution anyway? Where do they want to understand their rights? We want to read the papers on the title of the house, the land and the farm which we received quite appropriately. To keep it. Jayantrao couldn’t keep that either. Padka Wada was sold near the village this year. Jayantrao was going to bring a copper bomb to the palace. But, the owner of the house asked him to let me stay. However, what was the use of Bamba to Jayantrao in the city? When they left empty-handed, the man who bought the house placed the Constitution in their hands. He said this book came to your father.
Jayantrao reluctantly left with the book. The question was whether the money from the sale of the mansion should be spent on illness or whether the money should be used to buy a house for the child. But, he hid the illness until the boy got a new home. The child should not feel bad.
Jayantrao’s health deteriorated within a few days of taking the house. They lie on the bed by the window in the new house. Some thoughts keep coming in their mind like whether their soul will go through the window or through the door. for a moment Yet the father still remembers. The finger remains in front of the eye. What if the father who asked to read the incident had still saved money? But, they wanted to do something grand and divine. He wanted to go to the far sea and go fishing. Nothing like that happened. Father died and Jayantrao’s struggle started from his youth. When he remembered his father, Jayantrao used to say, ‘Good luck, the father did not pay the loan. Thank you.’
Father was interested in social causes and politics. He suspected that his son must have known about the incident. Father is gone. The timbers of the palace began to suffer from drought. Dust began to collect on the books in the house. After that, Jayantrao went to the village to sell the mansion. There is no palace now, but the history book is with Jayantaravan. They sit very well. Signature of the Collector. Appreciation of the father for starting the library in two lines. In the last four or five days, Jayantrao read it at least fifty times.
Something was recorded inside. As Jayantrao continued to read, his opinion of his father changed. Composition is not that simple. And his father too.. he realized this. It takes a meeting to understand the elders and the constitution. Conceptual and emotional. We do not know our true heritage. Inheritance is not just about being born in that house. Along with the doors and windows of that house, the value of small things also comes to be understood. The bird stream becomes the window of the village house, the roots of the tree firmly rooted in the history of the house, many dreams stuck on the threshold, the soot of the lamp collected on the temple, the washing stone of the whole house, the unknown god under the lemon tree in the courtyard. Someone coming home would ask, ‘What god is this?’ Nobody wants to say. But, everyone in the house joined hands. As big hands join, small hands also join. Jayantrao’s grandmother worshiped him with devotion, he was also honored as a clan god. Even the people of the village used to come and put their feet down.
Jayantrao remembered everything. His father had mentioned each of these items in a poem. My father used to make me recite that poem as a child. But, even then, that poem seemed bad. Now that paper has been found. His father had written ‘Anolakhi Deva Chi Aarti’ on it. Tears came to his eyes. He called his son – Tejas close. They began to say that they had made a mistake by selling the mansion. We will cancel the transaction, so we are firm. Tejas thought this was madness. Either he had bought a new house. And the one who bought the mansion, demolished it and started building a new one. Jayantrao asked, ‘God under our lemons?’ Tejas said, ‘It is said that he is kept in the village temple. A well has been made under the lemon now..’ Jayantrao was very shocked. Tejas asked, ‘What happened?’ Jayantrao said, ‘The incident should have been read…’ Tejas knew nothing.
Even Jayantrao knew today. In that book, his father had kept a page containing an aarti of an unknown god under a lemon tree. How is the aarti? Six feet below that unknown god, a grandmother kept her fifty tola ornaments. He was not God, he was a stepping stone. Like there would be jewelry to sell if anyone ever had a problem with the Kulkarni family. It is a poem of his. Aarti is not a puzzle, which Jayantrao solved today. Jayantrao’s father had thought that those who love reading and knowledge should have those ornaments. So this code was kept in that book. He had made a good arrangement to choose a suitable heir.
Jayantrao said nothing further. Tejas notices that his father is gone. But he did not understand why he said the incident should have been read. it will come Of course, if the event happens. The event comes in handy.
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