(Translation of bhalobasa
from Lila Majumdar’s Kheror Khata)
Love
I have grown, yet I still fail to make any head or tail of love. Heard that in those days husbands meant the world to their wives. A very appreciable practice, no doubt, especially if you take into consideration the awful temper and matching looks that the some of the husbands had. Had they have the same looks during their marriage that would have put ‘who loves whom and how much’ out in the open.
Anyway, as I was saying, if getting married is the test of love, especially if one marries out of ones own will, then it is baffling. First of all it is hard to understand what exactly is it that makes one fall in love with someone.
About forty years ago I underwent a gallbladder surgery in R. G. Kar Hospital. A nurse named Rasamayi used to look after me. She was very efficient and kept me amused from dusk to dawn with an assortment of charming chitchats.
She was not good looking — fat, short, and dark with a flat nose, huge lips. But she had such genteelness that I liked her very much. I did not know if she was married or not. She used to wear thin-bordered white sari, gold earrings and necklace but no jewelleries for the hands.
Her earning was well for those days — about rupees two hundred a month. She said that she was living with her nephew as paying guest. The nephew’s wife was taking good care of her. She would massage her feet with oil every night. And why would she not? After all they will get her possessions after her. If aunt gets irritated who knows what will happen
One day I asked Rasamayi, ‘don’t you have a husband?’ She was taken aback “ what do you mean? of course I do! I very much have one! He did not like me, so he married again. They have made a hut with pan tile shed near Narkeldanga and staying there.
There is a two-storey building in the neighbourhood. I went with my friend went to that place. For a long time, I wanted to see what that woman looked like! See how beautiful she is! When I saw her I so surprised! There was this gawky dark woman with big teeth and a bald patch in the front of the head! One cannot but marvel at men’s choice! He can be happy with her for all I like. I cannot care less”
Saying this Rasamayi took my teacup and went away.
I often used to spend a few days with my brother in law’s house at Madhupur. The time between October and June is really pleasant there. They used to go there to spend the holidays, rest of the time the house used to stay empty under the supervision of caretakers.
My sister in law used to keep saying ‘get your chores done by the caretakers. Chotna, Budhua, Panchu ‑-- they are nice people, only extremely lazy. But their wives are better. Specially Panchu’s wife Lakhia’.
She was right. She used to do so many things for me without my having to tell her anything. In those days, I too was young and not very efficient in handling household chores. Lakhia was like a same age friend to me. The caretakers used to stay in rows of barracks with their family. Budhua was the oldest of them all. He was about sixty, had white hair, and his body was like a twisted cord.
Once, soon after I reached their place my sister in law said, ‘ we are leaving tomorrow. Be careful. And don’t let that woman Lakhia enter the house’. I was surprised. ‘why bardi?’
She made a long face and said. ‘ better not to say what has happened’. ‘please do tell’. She said, ‘awful thing! Lakhia left panchu and is staying with Budhua’.
I almost fell! Among other things, Budhua was Pachu’s uncle. And Panchu was such a good looking chap! Anyway, after my in laws left, I saw Lakhia hanging around the house. Seeing me coming out, she asked, ‘should I do the dishes for you, aunty?’
I said, ‘my sister has asked me not to let you enter the house. What have you done Lakhia? The old man is sixty years old, looks like twig and so ill-tempered! Panchu is such a well behaved handsome young man! Besides is that old man not your uncle in law?’
Lakhia stood tall, lifted her chin up, and looked straight back into my eyes and said arrogantly, ‘so what? I fell in love.” Making it sound like that there cannot be any argument after this. Then she swaggered away. I never saw her again.
There was this nice old lady, who we used to call granny. I saw something completely different with her. She was gorgeous. And grandpa was the direct opposite. He had many qualities but was short, fat, extremely gluttonous, boastful, cantankerous and a faultfinder. But everybody said that they were the ideal pair. Before marriage they saw each other only once, fell in love at first sight and as been in love since for the next 52 years. They say she fell for his qualities, of what use is looks really is?
Look at that uncle of ours, he was so good looking, that it is heard Tagore himself used ask him to act in his plays. And yet he made our aunt’s entire life miserable. Love is a different thing. It has no connection with insignificant matters like money or looks.
Once we cornered granny into telling the story of their love. The beautiful woman blushed like a ripe mango and said, ‘that was something! We met in front of the zoo. I had passed my entrance exam then and he had just become a deputy. So an unconventional king of encounter was arranged.
Near that big pond where a lot of black geese swim, there I along with my four sisters sat chatting with my mother and aunts. And he along with five friends walked past us acting as if they were talking among themselves.
In between all these our eyes met, and love happened immediately. Sweat came out of my forehead, heart started to beat violently. I told mother that I am ready to marry him. We got married within a week. Since then I have been very happy, but you know what….” Saying this granny got up.
Of course, we were not letting her go. ‘But what? No, you have to tell us. What do you mean by ‘but you know what’…”
Granny’s pink cheeks became red, ‘you know what? I could not make out who he was. His friend Jyotirindranath Tagore was with him. I liked him. But then this is not bad. I spent 52 years in happily, if not so peacefully. What more can one expect?’
1 comment:
This was not in kheror khata!!!
Subho dristi must have been interesting for the granny :)
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