Lesson 3
The Passing Away of Bapu
Nayantara Sehgal
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| The passing Away of Bapu |
The author and the text:
Nayantara Sehgal (1927- ) is one of the first female Indian writers in English to receive wide recognition. Her fiction deals with India’s response to the crisis brought about by political changes. She won the Sahitya Academy award in 1986 for her novel Rich like Us.
The text, an extract from Nayantara Sehgal’s memoir Prison and Chocolate cake, recounts the incidents following the death of Gandhiji. It vividly describes not only the author’s personal sense of loss, but also the collective grief of the entire nation at the passing away of Mahatma Gandhi.
Read the following:
Unit 1
I was having tea at home on the evening of 30th January, 1948, when I was called to Birla house by an urgent telephone. Gandhiji had been shot on his way to a prayer meeting. I was numb with shock as I got into the car.
⧧⧝ā§Ēā§Ž āϏাāϞে ā§Šā§ĻāĻļে āĻাāύুāϝ়াāϰি āϏāύ্āϧ্āϝাāϝ় āĻāĻŽি āϝāĻāύ āĻা āĻাāĻ্āĻিāϞাāĻŽ, āĻāĻāĻি āĻāϰুāϰি āĻĢোāύেāϰ āĻŽাāϧ্āϝāĻŽে āĻāĻŽাāĻে āĻŦিāĻĄ়āϞা āĻšাāĻāϏে āĻĄাāĻা āĻšāϝ় । āĻāĻāĻি āĻĒ্āϰাāϰ্āĻĨāύা āϏāĻাāϝ় āϝোāĻ āĻĻেāĻāϝ়াāϰ āϏāĻŽāϝ় āĻাāύ্āϧিāĻি āĻুāϞিāĻŦিāĻĻ্āϧ āĻšāϝ়েāĻেāύ । āĻāĻ āĻāĻāϏ্āĻŽিāĻ āĻāĻাāϤে āĻŦিāĻŦāĻļ āĻšāϝ়ে āĻāĻŽি āĻাāĻĄ়িāϤে āĻāĻ āϞাāĻŽ ।
At the Birla House, Gandhiji’s relatives and followers had gathered round his body. There was silence in the room as Gandhiji breathed his last. Words of Bapuji’s death had spread through Delhi like a flame fanned by wind. Sad groups of men and women had collected around Birla House. Out of every window one could see a brown blur of faces. They did not make a sound. There was an unnatural silence. It was as if time stood still for those few minutes.
āĻŦিāĻĄ়āϞা āĻšাāĻāϏে āĻাāύ্āϧিāĻিāϰ āĻāϤ্āĻŽীāϝ় āĻ āĻ āύুāĻাāĻŽীāϰা āϤাāϰ āĻŽৃāϤāĻĻেāĻšেāϰ āĻাāϰāĻĒাāĻļে āĻিāĻĄ় āĻāϰে āĻĻাāĻĄ়িāϝ়েāĻিāϞ । āĻাāύ্āϧিāĻি āĻļেāώ āύিঃāĻļ্āĻŦাāϏ āϤ্āϝাāĻ āĻāϰেāĻেāύ āĻāĻ āĻāĻāύা āĻāϰে āύিāϏ্āϤāĻŦ্āϧāϤা āύিāϝ়ে āĻāϏেāĻে । āĻšাāĻāϝ়াāϝ় āϝেāĻŽāύ āĻĻ্āϰুāϤ āĻāĻুāύ āĻāĻĄ়াāϝ় āϤেāĻŽāύি āĻŦাāĻĒুāϰ āĻŽৃāϤ্āϝুāϰ āĻāĻŦāϰāĻ āĻĻিāϞ্āϞি āĻুāĻĄ়ে āĻāĻĄ়িāϝ়ে āĻĒāĻĄ়েāĻিāϞ । āĻŦিāώāĻŖ্āĻŖ āĻĒুāϰুāώ āĻ āĻŽāĻšিāϞাāϰ āĻĻāϞ āĻŦিāĻĄ়āϞা āĻšাāĻāϏে āĻিāĻĄ় āĻāĻŽাāĻ্āĻিāϞ । āĻĒ্āϰāϤিāĻি āĻাāύাāϞা āĻĻিāϝ়েāĻ āĻĻেāĻা āϝাāĻ্āĻিāϞ āĻŦাāĻĻাāĻŽি āϰāĻেāϰ āĻ āϏ্āĻĒāώ্āĻ āĻŽাāύুāώেāϰ āĻŽুāĻেāϰ āĻিāĻĄ় । āϤাāϰা āĻোāύো āĻļāĻŦ্āĻĻ āĻāϰāĻিāϞ āύা । āĻāĻ āĻ āϏ্āĻŦাāĻাāĻŦিāĻ āύীāϰāĻŦāϤা āĻŦিāϰাāĻ āĻāϰāĻিāϞ । āĻŽāύে āĻšāĻ্āĻিāϞ āĻāĻ āĻāϝ়েāĻ āĻŽিāύিāĻেāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āϏāĻŽāϝ় āĻĨāĻŽāĻে āĻেāĻে ।
The people were too stunned to speak in the beginning. Later they clamoured wildly, shouting and crying. They jostled one another in a stampede to break into the house. They calmed a little when it was announced that they would be allowed to see Gandhiji before the funeral.
āĻļুāϰুāϰ āĻĻিāĻে āĻŽাāύুāώ āĻāϤāĻাāĻ āĻšāϤāĻāĻŽ্āĻŦ āĻšāϝ়ে āĻিāϝ়েāĻিāϞ āϝে āĻāĻĨা āĻŦāϞāϤে āĻĒাāϰāĻিāϞ āύা । āϤাāϰāĻĒāϰ āϤাāϰা āϤুāĻŽুāϞ āĻিā§āĻাāϰ āĻāϰāϤে āĻļুāϰু āĻāϰāϞ āĻāϰ āĻাāĻĻāϤে āϞাāĻāϞ । āϤাāϰা āĻŦাāĻĄ়িāϤে āĻĸোāĻাāϰ āĻāύ্āϝ āĻšুāĻĄ়োāĻšুāĻĄ়ি āĻāϰে āĻāĻে āĻ āĻĒāϰāĻে āĻ েāϞাāĻ েāϞি āĻāϰāĻিāϞ । āϝāĻāύ āĻāĻা āĻোāώāĻŖা āĻšāϞ āϝে āĻ āύ্āϤ্āϝেāώ্āĻিāĻ্āϰিāϝ়াāϰ āĻāĻে āĻাāύ্āϧিāĻিāĻে āĻĻেāĻāϤে āĻĻেāĻāϝ়া āĻšāĻŦে āϤাāϰা āĻāĻāĻু āĻļাāύ্āϤ āĻšāϞ ।
When one is faced with the shock of a loved one’s death, one whimpers: “What will become of me now that he has left me?” This was surely the question uppermost in the mind of the mourning people. They looked like lost children. It was the question in many of our hearts as we sat, still shocked and unbelieving. We listened to the broadcast telling the people of India that their Bapu was no more.
āĻŽাāύুāώ āϝāĻāύ āĻাāϞোāĻŦাāϏাāϰ āĻোāύো āϞোāĻেāϰ āĻŽৃāϤ্āϝুāĻāύিāϤ āĻļোāĻেāϰ āĻŽুāĻোāĻŽুāĻি āĻšāϝ়, āĻুāĻিāϝ়ে āĻāĻ ে: “āϤিāύি āϤো āĻāĻŽাāϝ় āĻেāĻĄ়ে āĻāϞে āĻেāϞেāύ, āĻāĻŽাāϰ āĻী āĻšāĻŦে? ” āĻļোāĻাāϰ্āϤ āĻŽাāύুāώāĻুāϞোāϰ āĻŽাāĻĨাāϝ় āύিāĻļ্āĻিāϤāĻাāĻŦে āĻāĻ āĻĒ্āϰāĻļ্āύāĻিāĻ āĻুāϰāĻিāϞ । āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻšাāϰিāϝ়ে āϝাāĻāϝ়া āĻļিāĻļুāĻĻেāϰ āĻŽāϤো āĻĻেāĻাāĻ্āĻিāϞ | āĻāĻ āĻāĻāĻ āĻĒ্āϰāĻļ্āύ āĻāĻŽাāĻĻেāϰ āĻ āύেāĻেāϰ āĻšৃāĻĻāϝ়েāĻ āĻিāϞ, āϝাāϰা āϤāĻāύāĻ āĻŽāϰ্āĻŽাāĻšāϤ āĻ āĻŦāϏ্āĻĨাāϝ় āĻŦāϏেāĻিāϞাāĻŽ āĻāϰ āĻŦিāĻļ্āĻŦাāϏ āĻāϰে āĻāĻ āϤে āĻĒাāϰāĻিāϞাāĻŽ āύা । āĻāĻŽāϰা āϰেāĻĄিāĻāϝ় āĻোāώāĻŖা āĻļুāύāϞাāĻŽ āĻাāϰāϤāĻŦাāϏীāĻে āĻŦāϞা āĻšāĻ্āĻে āϝে āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āĻŦাāĻĒু āĻāϰ āύেāĻ ।

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