Nirmala and Other Stories: Screenplays by Gulzar

Gulzar Gulzar, Saba Basheer

Description

Gulzar is one of the best known and acknowledged poet lyricist and director, honoured for his sensitivity, best reflected through his writings and treatment of films.
Saba Basheer is a poet, author and a translator. Her first book was a collection of poems, Memory Past (2006) brought out by Writers’ Workshop. I Swallowed the Moon: The Poetry of Gulzar (2013), is the analysis of the poetry of Gulzar, which culminated from her PhD thesis, and is now being translated in Hindi and Urdu.

Sujets

• Idioma inglés
• Hindi
• Lyricist
• Screenplay
• Standard Hindi
• English
• Poetry
• Gulzar
• POEMS
• Lyrics
• Director
• Music
• Translation
• Actor
• Film
• Bollywood
• Anglais

Informations

• Publié par: Roli Books
• Date de parution: 19 avril 2017
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9789351941170
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 4 Mo

Extrait

MUNSHI PREMCHAND S
NIRMALA
and other stories
 
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MUNSHI PREMCHAND S
NIRMALA
and other stories
screenplay by
GULZAR
translated by
SABA MAHMOOD BASHIR

 
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Hamari
Ganga Jamuni Tehzeeb
Aur
Hindustani Zabaan
Ke Naam
 
Contents
Nirmala
Boodhi Kaki
Eid Gah
Hajj-e-Akbar
Jyoti
Kafan
Namak ka Daroga
Panch Parmeshwar
Poos Ki Raat
Sawa Ser Gehoon
Swamini
Thakur ka Kuan
Glossary
About the Translator
 
Nirmala
1
UDAYBHAN WAS A WELL-KNOWN LAWYER OF THE city. Although his house wasn t that big, people still called it a bungalow. Standing near the gate of the bungalow, a labourer with a hand carriage full of tents and canopies, was peeping here and there. He was unable to read the name plate as it was written in English. A little girl was playing in the veranda inside. Seeing her, he called out.
Muniya!
Hearing a voice, the little girl came running to the gate. The labourer asked her.
Is this Vakeel Manji s bungalow?
It is written on the gate! Can t you read it?
The labourer smiled.
I wouldn t have been pulling this cart, Muniya, had I been capable of reading.
My name isn t Muniya. It is Krishna.
Are you Vakeel saheb s daughter? , he asked her, wiping off his sweat with his gamcha.
Yes. I am the younger one. The elder one is my didi.
Please get this load taken off the cart. Tell me, where do I offload it? Seth Bhagwandas has sent these tents. Preparations are going on for your didi s wedding.
That is still a month away. Why has it been sent so early?
He pulled the hand cart inside.
How would I know that, Muniya? I was ordered, so I
Krishna s mother called out from the veranda.
What is it, bhaiyya? What have you brought?
Sethji has sent the tents, didi.
Krishna objected.
Arre, she is not didi. She is my maa.
Maa got a little irritated and then instructed,
He is anxious for everything take it there offload it at the back of the house.
As instructed, he took the cart towards the back of the house. Mother asked Krishna,
Where is Nirmala?
How do I know? She is sitting and hiding at the rooftop.
Go and ask - if she has had anything.
Saying this, she turned towards the backyard. And Krishna went inside. All of a sudden, maa s gaze fell on the gate and she noticed that someone was standing, and peeping inside. She called out and asked,
Who are you? And why are you standing there?
I am standing in the lane. This isn t anyone s property.
She was surprised hearing this answer, and came a few steps forward.
What do you want? Why are you peeping inside?
He looked like a wrestler, with a lathi in hand. He asked,
Where is Vakeel saheb?
His manner was asking was very disrespectful. Maa replied sternly,
He is not in the house.
Where has he gone?
He is not in town has gone to Lucknow.
When will he return?
She got irritated.
I don t know. You move on else I will call the police.
Unperturbed, the man replied,
I am going tell him when he returns, that Matai had come. Have spent three years in jail because of him.
Saying this, he turned and went away with brisk steps. The mother went towards the backyard.
 
2
NIRMALA WAS SITTING ON THE ROOF. SILENT AND sad. Krishna called out as soon as she entered.
Didi.
Quickly, Nirmala wiped her tears.
Arre. You are crying again? You are getting married, didi. No one is sending you off to jail.
Nirmala smiled.
You talk a lot, Kishni.
Babuji has got the tents delivered.
Has babuji come?
He will come tomorrow. But he must have ordered before leaving for Lucknow
Hmmm.
Nirmala again sat thinking.
You are again sitting with a long face! C mon, let s go down and play satapo.
I don t feel like playing.
How come you don t feel like? You play everyday!
Today, I don t feel like playing, Krishna.
Achcha. Let satapo be. Come, let s sit outside and play with gitte.
Maa walked in with something to eat in a plate. Hearing what Krishna was saying, she added:
Now the days to play gitte and satapo are over. Such things are not accepted at the in-laws. Such pleasures can only be enjoyed at the parents house.
Why? Marriage doesn t mean that one stops enjoying life.
Maa kept the plate in front of Nirmala.
Eat something. I have made ghuginee for you.
She fed a spoon to Krishna and then to Nirmala. Krishna spoke up,
If such is the case, I will never go to my susral.
Everyone says the same thing. But then, everyone has to go.
Maa addressed Nirmala,
You are already looking so pale. What will happen to you in a month s time?
When will babuji come, maa?
Why are you so worried? He will return by tomorrow. He had gone for some of his work. He stayed on for a day at the samdhis insistence. Mohan too had to return from the hostel. Would meet him and return.
Who is Mohan, maa?
Your jija Bhuvan Mohan.
As Nirmala smiled, Krishna pulled her leg,
Didi, will you address him as Bhuvan or Mohan?
Nirmala smiled and replied,
Bhuvan Mohan.
Maa laughed out,
Don t call out his name in the susral. They are very traditional in their outlook.
 
3
UDAYBHAN WAS SITTING IN THE LAWNS OF HIS samdhi, Bhalchander s house and having tea with him. Bhalchander objected to something,
Vakil saheb, don t embarrass me talking about dowry. Getting related to you is itself worth a lakh! I detest people who give or take dowry.
You are a noble person. I made a mistake even in mentioning it to you.
All I want is that the baraatis should be taken care of in such a way that they would always remember this baraat.
You be rest assured on that account. We will leave no stones unturned.
Just then, Udaybhan s future son-in-law, Bhuvan Mohan walked in. Bhalchander called out to him.
Come come here. Vakil saheb is here.
Bhuvan came and touched the feet of Udaybhan and sat down.
Why do you stay in the hostel? You have such a fancy bungalow. Why don t you stay in the house?
I can t concentrate on my studies in the house, babuji. On top of that, maa is perpetually trying to feed me. She thinks I am indulging in major exercise.
Everyone enjoyed this joke.
What are your subjects?
I have taken science, babuji.
So, what do you want to become, a doctor?
Let us see I still have a year to decide.
Udaybhan paused for a while and then said,
Even Nirmala would say that she would decide after the twelfth. Whether she would opt for arts or science. But she was very scared of English. She is saved now.
How come?
She didn t get the opportunity for that. God has given her the opportunity to get married.
Bhuvan got embarrassed. Bhalchander said,
Go! Meet your mother also. She has been waiting for you.
Yes.
And he went inside.
 
4
NIRMALA HAD TAKEN OUT ALL HER BOOKS AND had kept them in front of her. She also had tiny precious things, which girls of her age generally have. One by one, she was handing everything over to Krishna.
This is a book on hygiene. I have already marked out all the expected answers for the examination. It will be helpful for you.
But it will only be helpful once I reach that class.
Do you plan to go on failing?
Why will I fail?
Then?
All of my studies would go waste, if I also get married.
Nirmala got upset.
True I really wanted to study more all in va