One ear, two ears spread throughout the village - the news of Zamansingh's boar being lost. They wrote on thick paper all over the roadside trees, square, square, square - two thousand rewards for seeing a boar! Contact:- Jamansingh Limbu.
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Herds of rupees are sleeping on the bamboo poles all over the village. On the banks of the river, Holaholi, the pair of hootiyauns, who are crying till late at night, have not yet had enough sleep. The atmosphere is completely silent except for the sound of the roosters living here and there. This is how Sirangaon lives the nights after Barkhamas ends.Zamansingh fell asleep at around twelve o'clock. Couldn't sleep at all after that. He lit a piece of tobacco that had been extinguished by the pillow and woke up the old woman who was sleeping next to him. The old woman got up murmuring.
"What happened this late at night?"
Zamansingh said looking towards the window.
'What are you going to eat now?' Just yesterday, even though the elder of Gosghar threw thirty thousand rupees in front of his eyes, he was not in a good mood after the unsold boar broke the cage and ran away. Once he shined a flashlight towards the cage to see if he came back hungry to feed. The other pigs got up grunting when the light hit their eyes, but the boar's cage was empty. He was once again heartbroken. He cursed himself, ``Greed is profit, profit is lamentation. It would have happened if I had sold it yesterday.'
The old woman made the path of the two batukas that she had chosen and without saying anything, she went straight to Chanjo river.
'Elephants will rush you, be careful...what you are walking at night,' said the old woman and went to bed again.
Chanzo stood at the bank of the river and shined a flashlight at the bugger's beard. He saw nothing but bare bones dancing in the gentle breeze. Dhane Kumal, Heklam Kancha, Rai Bahadur all searched the piggery, the piper, the holaholi nearby, but nothing was discovered even by the time of daylight.
'Where are you Jamansingh from?' Hastily spewed urine and looked back. Gosghare Jetha Thing was standing. Hey, I'm sorry. Uncle, I am wondering where the boar has been since yesterday. Along the river, he searched to see if Holaholi was hiding somewhere.'
Nemwang showed the baby pig that was being pulled by the straw and said Gosghare Jetha, "Look, I bought it yesterday even though I couldn't find it anywhere. Today, Friday's hat will not be cut. If the meat was not cut, the village market also had to be picked up. If I could cut your boar, today's market would be different. What to do, I did not pay the price. Now whatever happened, come and eat a full stomach!'
Zaman Singh did not dare to say anything. Nemwang Kaila saw that he lost his speech. Once best friends. But, now they are tsar-tsar.
Once Nemwang Kainla village went towards Assam-Meghalaya with the support of his friends. He went there for a few years. At that time, Jamansingh became very jealous of Kaili. One night the villagers found them red-handed and whipped them both out of the village.
After ten years, Jamansingh returned to the village after giving half-a-day to the elders of the village. Nemwang Kaila looks at him as if he is still in contact.
Nemwang Kaila has been a little bit shy since she was young. Always loose in the waist. Drunk or funni khukuri will start not wanting. Jamansingh was more afraid of elephants and ghosts when he was walking somewhere at night.
The old lady would sometimes say, 'If he is drunk, you should avoid walking with him.' You know a lot of things. If it still comes, he says he will continue to pay double.'
'Don't listen to me by making excuses about things that are already over. Ah... if you dare again, I will go! One ear, two ears, the news spread throughout the village that Zamansingh's boar was missing. He went to the schools across the village to ask, but no one spoke of what he had seen. He wrote on thick paper all over the roadside trees, square, double, square, and pasted, "Two thousand reward for the one who sees the boar." Contact: - Jamansingh Limbu.'
Even for two weeks, there was no news that the boar was found anywhere. Jamansingh, who is always fussy about small things, didn't even let the old woman sit and eat after the boar was lost. By a poor woman. On which day I released it. I have never been happy since I brought you. If you go, you will go with him. I can make a woman as big as you out of wood.'
Unable to bear the old man's words, the old woman turned red with anger and replied, 'Do you think of me as a commodity? Take when you like, give back when you don't like! Nathe is a coward who pretends to lose everything even if he loses a boar. I have bigger courage than you, understand? I will raise a thousand pigs like that. In fact, it was not my fault at that time. When you try to force me, don't you discredit me? Now the world will only see me as bad. Your son is not the only one of the people in this world!' And when the old man's rudeness hurt her heart, she would hide in the reeds and cry for hours on the pretext of going to look for pig fodder.
Chanjo river bugger! As far as the eye can see, the bronze forest that stretches up to the top of Chure Hill! Jamansingh thought, "His boar is hidden in this dense jungle". One day or the other, it returns to its cage anyway.'
So every evening he used to feed in the manger for half the night. One night when he was sleeping soundly, suddenly there was a squealing sound from the pigsty. Jamansingh suddenly got up and went to the pigsty like a cat and hissed. The boar was eating the fodder placed in the manger in the evening. His chest swelled with joy. He said in his heart, "My true wealth will never be lost." He returned home with the cat's movement and picked up the old woman and told her that the boar had returned. He hurriedly picked the nest of two ducks and made a swat and again moved like a cat towards the piggery. However, the boar had already eaten the fodder and left. It felt like a dream to him. Hastily turned on the flashlight and looked around. The banana plant of Heklam Kanchha was sprouting in the bamboo grove on the Boar. He thought to himself, 'Tomorrow too, he will surely come again to eat the fodder. At that time, you should kill and sell the meat instead. Don't lose the last price.'
village famous hunter Haldar Kanchha! His right eye was swollen and he couldn't see, but his vision was very dangerous. In part, Bajebaraju's gun was found. Once you aim, don't waste it. But, very gambler. Gambling can count whether it falls or not. Played gambling all day long, no family responsibilities and no sense of duty! He went home late in the evening. His life was running on the land earned by Babu Baje until today.
After finishing the household chores in the morning, Jamansingh went to Haldar Kanchha's house. The younger one was cooking meat on the stove outside. Suddenly seeing Zamansingh in the morning, he was startled, 'Hain, from where in the morning?' I have come to give you a piece of advice.'
The younger one said, 'What kind of advice do you have?' It's been a month since my boar disappeared. However, it is still alive today. Last night, I woke up after hearing the pig crying in the cage, and my boar came and was eating the fodder. I was alone in the cage, I could not. Calling the old lady has already run away after eating the fodder. No matter what I did now, I couldn't kill it. It seems like only you can do that. If you kill it, you will eat two kg of meat.'
The younger one said with a smile, 'No, it has been a long time, others have killed and eaten it now?'
'If you give five kg, not two kg, I agree. The price of gunpowder also had to be raised. If possible, I will come at night," said the younger one, chasing away the chickens in the barn. After thinking for a while, Jamansingh agreed.
Even after two days of hiding, the boar did not come to feed again. Haldar Kanchha also stopped coming. However, Jamansingh used to sit alone with a spear till late at night after keeping bait every evening.
'It has become wild now, it doesn't come to the cage, but it might be found at the river, Kansghari, Holaholi,' the old woman's point seemed reasonable to him, but where to find a boar in the forest!
'Has it been killed and eaten by others?' However, if someone had killed and eaten it, the word must have been leaked from somewhere in the village. He used to say in his heart, 'If anyone finds out that he has killed and eaten, I will slap him.' After his friend's wife got married, the relationship with his siblings was not so good. But he had nothing. He was living at his own pace. Someone was used to laughing at him rather than being 'bad'. During the shareholding, the life was going on with the hard land that we got. Every now and then he used to encourage himself and say, 'Even if you fall from the world's sight, never fall from your own sight. That's enough to survive.' Raised by feeding cow's milk on top of that - after growing up, feed cooked by mixing corn flour, Kanika, Mane leaves in the morning and evening! Strong or strong boar. The villagers used to say, 'If the boar is killed, we will not be spared one kilo of chain!' But Zamansingh wanted to sell everything hand to hand. He knew that if he cut himself, money would not rise in the village immediately.
Little by little, the talk about the disappearance of the boar started to spread in the village. Jamansingh's hope of finding a boar was dying. However, when someone brought up the story of the lost boar, his heart ached. It seemed like a dream. He remembered what his friend said, 'The boar is growing big, do it well, otherwise it will break the cage and run away!' He felt tired because he did not listen to his friends. Sometimes he used to spend the whole day around the bronze forest of Chanjo River carrying a spear. Dasain-Tihar celebrations had already started in Sirangaon. Zamansingh did not want to stay at home alone as his wife also passed away. He took out ten thousand rupees from the drawer and went out towards Shatlichowk with a gambling mouth. What did you remember! On the way, he separated five thousand rupees from the paint pocket and hid it in the inner pocket of the coat.
'Six!!!,' Nemwang Kaila screamed loudly and thumped his chest. The rest of the players and cheerleaders were saying, 'Kaila will not be able to do it today. Jamansingh's little finger, which was torn off by a boar, is very limp. Killing is killing.'
It's about days after eating the jar's boar. Tas has also been killed, he has also been killed in gambling,' said Haldar Kanchha, beating his drum. Hearing that, Zamansingh, who was standing on a pillar among the Bagundra people, watching the gambling, became excited.
'I killed you, but you ate more meat than me, didn't you?', Nemwang Kainla said, beating his chest again. At that time, Zamansingh looked, indeed the index finger of Kaila's right hand was not half. Jamansingh got up and went home. He did not sleep all night.
After two days, he went to his wife who was doing business in Juthyan and said, "They killed our boar and ate it!"
After leaving the dishes, the wife angrily said, 'What kind of bastard is that?'
Jamansingh said nothing.
'Why didn't you speak?'
After his wife screamed, Jamansingh had to say, "Who else?" That's Matuwa... Nemwang Kaila Raichhe.'
The wife started washing the dishes again without saying anything.
'Even if it's a jar, I won't leave it. I keep society. Either he should pay like a boar, or thirty thousand rupees,' Jamansingh got up and walked away.
is at Siran in Sirangaon – Nemwang Kaila's house. Muntir Gose Saila neighbor. Both of them have the same profession - cutting meat in the village market! After his wife left him, Kaila did not want to stay at home again. Relatives-friends-brothers used to advise, "You need support in your old age, you should get married."
``Ab te Umer Gayo Hai,'' Kaila used to say laughingly.
His song that he always sang when he was drunk was-
A...! Under the sky...! Under the sky,
, my old
once passed. The elders and nobles all gathered. However, Nemwang Kaila refused to come. In the end, the elders reminded him. Everyone shouted, "Timile Bandel Mari Kha" is it true? Zamansingh has accused you. Ghose frowned and said nothing. After Zamansingh narrated everything he had heard in Juwakhaal in detail, he pointed to Kaila and started shouting, 'This is my boar mari khane.' Can you just eat another's property? I need as much money as a boar.'
Kaila Zurukk, who was sitting on the couch, got up and said while shaking his waist, 'After uprooting and destroying the newly planted potatoes, does anyone keep what is left? I killed the boar. However, he did not come to your house and kill you. Lu Ban, what is the evidence that you are a boar? It is not particularly bad. Is there a podi pig boar in brown jaggery? Don't get too angry with me. I'll do it soon. Alik hos gar!'
When Kaila was speaking in a flurry, half of the index finger of the right hand, which had been bitten by a boar, was clearly visible.
Your hoarse voice before old age? Why did you call me if you are just going to fight?'' An old man shouted to Kaila from behind while wiping the dust from his glasses. Kayla fell silent. Jamansingh, who had raised his arms, also sat in a daze.
Another old man took the middle path, "Lu, Kayla didn't go to the house and killed her." Both of you will not fall into injustice. Kaila pays half of the money for the boar and both of them get it.'
Zamansingh got up from where he was sitting and the thief pointed his finger at Kaila and said, 'I don't approve of this. Calling my pig pody pig? I want whole money or like a boar. If not, I will file a complaint with the police.'
An old man straightened his head and said, 'Don't talk about asking for a boar alive after eating it. Tell me, how much is the price of your boar?'
Zamansingh spoke with trembling lips, "Thirty thousand."
Looking at Kaila, another old man said, 'You have to kill now. If it's half, you'll pay for it, right?'
Again, Kaila got up knocking the bag full of money on her waist and looking at Zamansingh, she said, 'I will not pay either boar or deer, money or lead, nothing. It has been fourteen-fifteen years and till today it has not paid half of the money due. All their badges and badges were mixed together. I also got married after paying the rites. I'm not going to spoil other people's houses like you, do you understand? Do you want to pay or not, say in front of so much society?'
Everyone turned their eyes to Jamansingh. He put on his face and said nothing.
'That's the person I have to strangle, shouts in front of me. How dare you? I will not let you miss a day. Accountability and nisaf should be equal to everyone,' everyone kept listening to Kaila. Jamansingh went home without saying anything with a red face.
After reaching the house, Kaila took out the khukuri from her waist and ran and grabbed a banana plant near the goat pen in the shade.
