Friday, February 8, 2019

Summary - Glory at Twilight

The story begins with the description of the slow moving, narrow-gauge Indian train which had an awkward freak of an engine. It usually stopped unscheduled and unauthorized for no valid reason. Some of the passengers grumbled and thought of complaining to Authority or to the Press. Some other passengers availed of the opportunity to get merrily out of the compartment for a breath of fresh air and a view of the green fields.

Satyajit was a passenger in that train. He intended for a cigarette but gave up such thought afterwards. He told himself to restrain from luxuries and to ration his smoke. For over a month he has become a different man. He could not afford the unrestricted luxury of chain smoking. Life had come down to stark realities far away from the lights of dream. Saytajit went round and round along the orbit of reminiscence pulled by an invincible force. He had attained control of the banking establishment when fortune was in his way. Starting as a mere clerk he had become the Managing Director of the bank.

Satyajit was tall and thin and was forty with sharp features. He wore smart glasses to hide the hated glare in his eyes. His hair was receding on his temple in wide smooth patches. His thin mouth suggested his strength of will. He breathed heavily on his present plight, which has become an obsession with him. With the sudden collapse of his bank all his private property was gone overnight. He had lost all his equities, the house on Tagore Street and the two cars. Therefore, he had to travel on that wretched train. His wife was away with her parents at Delhi. She was unaware of the extent of his ruin.

Satyajit received the news of the birth of his child. Satyajit sold off his diamond ring to send his wife money for the name giving ceremony. His wife knew all about his earlier life. That was like storybook stuff. Born in a humble village, Satyajit had struggled hard to attain that height. He was appointed as a clerk in a bank. The range of his life was quite dramatic. It was all about a forged cheque for Rs. 2000/-. The cheque was presented for encashment.

The man who presented the cheque looked frightened. His hand shook because the cheque was a forged one. The consciousness of his own guilt and the fear made him nervous and timid. Although signature tallied, the clerk suspected its authenticity. The clerk withheld it by ringing up the actual account holder. The man was caught. He admitted that he had committed forgery because his wife was suffering from tuberculosis. He had to forge the cheque to collect money to buy medicine. By detecting this case, the clerk became an accountant. At the bank, Satyajit felt contempt rather, than pity for the man in the thrill of his own achievements. Ironically, this incident ultimately paved the way for his promotion and prosperity. Though he had all the regrets for the man detected for forgery and put behind the bars.

With his trembling hand, that wretched fellow had turned the wheel of fortune for the clerk. Since then the wheel attained volition of its own and moved continuously. He had every reason to be grateful to the forger. But it was too late to seek him out in order to give him a chance to live. Rather Satyajit needed a chance for live. Each wrong step was now clear in time’s perspective. If the success had come fast, failure had come faster. Just before his journey, he received a letter, which was about the wedding of his Srinath Uncle’s fifth daughter Beena. “That was to take place on the 20th of that month. Satyajit was present in the marriage of the other daughters. Satyajit’s benediction can only be helpful for Srinath to pull him through the present daughter crisis.

Srinath was Satyajit’s neighbor at Shantipur village. There was no blood relation between them. Srinath had a belief that others would bear the brunt at the marriage of his daughters. Satyajit was liberal in the days of his prosperity. It was a matter of pride and self-satisfaction for him at that time. When Satyajit was young, the villagers had not seen any special brilliance in him. But his wealth could take him to a higher stage. But all that has come to an end. Satyajit had fallen from his castle in the clouds. He had to cautious before he spent every rupee. Satyajit made up his mind to go to Santipur to attend the marriage ceremony. The rural natural scene had been his starting point once again both inwardly and outwardly. He would also avail chance to look at his ancestral house and fishpond. He liked to give them to his wife as his last gift. So he had intimated Uncle Srinath that he would attend the marriage.

At the platform, the crowd came rushing towards Satyajit as he stepped down from the train. They welcomed him with a small girl garlanding him. Satyajit bent his neck to receive the offer. Satyajit was given a warm welcome. He was called as the glory of the motherland. He was welcomed in a chorus while the tricolor flag approvingly on the tall bamboo pole. In the village, a group of ladies came forward to wash his feet. But Srinath wanted Beena to wash and wipe his reverent feet. Beena was shy, slender with large pensive eyes in a graceful face. He smiled at her and touched her hair in the gesture of blessing and wished that groom to be worthy of Beena. He was served with a plateful of sweets and a glass of whey. The other daughters Kamini, Damini and Sahashi sat near him fanning with palm leaf fans.

Satyajit was praised by Beena’s mother and said that her daughters would have still remained unmarried had he not helped them. She wiped off her two grateful drops of tears. Srinath told about the arrangement of the marriage. Beena was given the old jewellery of her mother. Her three married sisters gave her gifts like sari, jacket, chemise and brass utensils. Satyajit had Rs. 200/- in total. He decided to give Rs. 101/- since Been a had all he needed. He wanted to save Rs. 50/- to buy a perambulator for his newborn son. Satyajit was treated as the pride of the village. He was entreated to present himself before the people who sat waiting as his devotees.

Satyajit followed his host to his devotees seated waiting on a floor mat. There was also the schoolmaster among them who had taught him as a boy. The schoolmaster had predicted that the Satyajit would be a High Court Judge. Satyajit told that he was not a High Court Judge. Arithmetic was his subject of fear. The old man said that the twin Goddesses of knowledge and wealth would down together on Satyajit.

Satyajit decided to enjoy himself. He felt sad for not coming to Shantipur to bask in the people’s homage. He wanted to be happy for the day even with a false echo. He wanted to bask in the twilight glory of his life. Satyajit went round the village meeting the elders through the rest of the day. He sipped green coconut water offered to him. He fondly visited his house his house let out to a tenant. The small house gave him a feeling of security, which he could not get, even from his palatial city house. He spent some time by his leased out fishpond and caught a big sized carp. Srinath praised him. He said that the curry prepared from that auspicious fish would be served to the newlyweds when they break their marriage fast at midnight.

The groom’s party arrived in ox carts and palanquins by the evening. Conches blew and the women gathered gave their shrilling greetings. Satyajit wanted to give Rs 101/-. Srinath requested him to give Rs. 2001/- towards cash dowry. Srinath said that only last item awaited his benediction. Satyajit felt burning inside. Srinath told that it would be a drop in the ocean of hism fortune. Satyajit asked why he did such a small amount to a millionaire. Satyajit wanted to tell about his misery. But he could not get a chance to tell it. Satyajit took an excuse that he was in a hurry and hence was not well prepared for the occasion. He wanted if someone in the village would advance a loan.

Srinath rushed out of the house with panic in his face. Satyajit sat quiet and looked much tired. His erstwhile peace had gone. He liked to see the face of the newborn son who would never ride a perambulator. Srinath came back and said that Harish, the moneylender would give the cash but he needed security, as he was doubtful of the repayment. Srinath’s face bore helpless sadness as he mumbled that the groom’s father was a man of stone. He would break off the marriage unless cash was paid before the ceremony started. Satyajit felt for his purse once again and decided to give Rs. 151/-.

Srinath told that Harish was willing to pay against the security of his house and fishpond. Satyajit wondered at the value of his house and the fishpond if they were more valuable than his signature. The house and the fishpond was his only possession. These were all he could give to his wife. Srinath came with folded hands before Satyajit in order to overcome the daughter’s crisis. Satyajit agreed to the condition and the problem was solved. The villagers hated the moneylender Harish for his activities. The story presents the greatness of Satyajit.

Tuesday, October 9, 2018

Lost Spring - Stories of Stolen Childhood by Anees Jung - Flamingo Class XII


  1. What is Saheb looking for in garbage dumps? Where is he and where has he come from?Answer:
    Saheb is a ragpicker and he is looking for some useful things in the garbage dumps that can be sold in the market. Sometimes he also finds coins and ten rupee notes. This way he earns his livelihood. He and his parents live in Seemapuri, a slum area on the outskirts of New Delhi. They have come from Bangladesh as refugees during the 1971 war.
  2. What explanations does the author offer for the children not wearing footwear?

    The author comes across many shoeless rag-picker children in her neighbourhood. According to her, one explanation of this habit of remaining barefoot is that it is a tradition among the poor children of this country. However, the author quickly mentions that calling it a tradition could be just a means of justification of the utter destitution.
  3. Is Saheb happy working at the tea-stall? Explain.

    No, Saheb is not happy working at the tea-stall. He is paid 800 rupees and all his meals but he has lost his freedom. His face has lost the carefree look. The steel canister seems heavier than his plastic bag. He is no longer his own master. He is as a servant at the tea-stall.
  4. What makes the city of Firozabad famous?

    Firozabad is famous for its glass blowing industry. Bangles of Firozabad are world famous.
  5. Mention the hazards of working in the glass bangles industry.

    The bangle makers face many problems in the glass industry. They have to work in the dingy cells without air and light , in the high temperature of the furnace .The dust from polishing the bangles is injurious to eyes. They often lose their eyesight before they become adults. Their eyes are more adjusted to the dark than to the light outside.
  6. How is Mukesh’s attitude to his situation different from that of his family?

    Mukesh belongs to a poor family of bangle-makers. But his attitude is very different from his family. He wants to break the family tradition of bangle making. He is daring and determined. He has hopes and dreams. Instead of believing in his "KARAM", he wants to be a motor mechanic.


  1. What could be some of the reasons for the migration of people from villages to cities?

    There are many factors that cause migration of people from villages to cities. Some villagers voluntarily move to the cities in search for jobs and better civic and health facilities, etc. Others are forced to migrate when natural disasters like flood, storm, drought, famine, etc. destroy their houses and properties. History has records of large scale migrations caused by wars. Also, many villagers who are better off than others manage to send their children to study in the cities. 
    In the lesson ‘Lost Spring’, Saheb and his family migrates to Seemapuri from Dhaka after their houses were destroyed in the storms.
  2. Would you agree that promises made to poor children are rarely kept? Why do you think this happens in the incidents narrated in the text?

    Yes, the promises made to poor children are rarely kept. Often, they are not taken seriously or have been made on the pretext of retaining a child’s fancy for something. This keeps the child hoping for a better possibility till he/she realises the truth. It is difficult for people to shatter the children’s dreams; while it is also painful to see these children thrive of false hopes given to them.

    Once, while interacting with Saheb, the narrator ends up encouraging him to study and jokingly talks about opening a school herself. At that time she fails to realise that unknowingly she has sown a seed of hope in Saheb’s heart. She becomes conscious of her mistake when, after a few days, Saheb approaches her, enquiring about her school. Her hollow promise leaves her embarrassed.