Margi and Mahudo.

- A funny story

- Coordination: Pratibha Thakkar

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'Dossie's chuckle at what turns out to be a turn at this age brings the punch together. The whole life has been spent on the hard work of brothers and nephews and when the time comes to pay Ahsan, he has fallen in front of his nephews. Father-in-law is not gone, so what does the family know? God gave me food for free. I didn't like it. ' For the last three or four days, such words have been heard daily. This morning Patil came and said, 'Settle the matter at home, everything is the same after you, so what is the point of asking for a share?' Still, as if he hadn't heard anything, the wrinkled, trembling hand-held stick of Tektek made up his mind and surrendered to Punch.

The name of the way. She used to tell everyone that she was born in the middle of the road leading to the farm. From an early age, Margi was different from other girls in the village. Her personality was full of adventure and isolation.

He is more interested in weaving wood in the forest and weeding in the field than doing housework. She would fearlessly find her way even through the dense forest. Rama, a Haryana boy who once forgot to go to the forest to fetch firewood, was rescued by a wild animal. After that incident, Ramo forgot the way to the forest but if he did, he would have to go out to dig the hills and mountains. When he comes back, he has a heavy load of wood on top of it, wild vegetables, a bag of tubers and honey in a bottle.

Sometimes a boat anchored on the river bank and on the opposite bank, sometimes a bullock cart plows and reaches the field. Seeing Margi, the villagers said to her grandfather, 'He wanders around like a boy all day long. It's like a girl, keep it within limits without giving more leeway, otherwise the days of crying will come. ' But his father-in-law had faith in Margi. Margi at the opposite end also saved Ba-Bapuji a lot and helped with household chores.

Margi has been determined since childhood to say, 'No matter who comes to work, once in a day you have to hit the ground running'. This was due to the blessings of the elders floating in the fields. Bae is smeared with dung around the Mahuda, so on one side the paddy is left in the shade and the other goods are left, on the other side the cart is left and the oxen are tied. Ever since Margi learned to sit still, Ba-Bapuji used to bring her to the farm every day and put her to sleep under a sack.

As Margi grew older, he developed a close relationship with Mahuda. While Ba-Bapuji was working in the field, Margi used to throw rubbish around Mahuda with a shovel, then he took out toys from the toy bag brought from home and showed them to Mahuda and talked to him alone. When he sits down to eat with Ba-Bapuji in the afternoon, he puts a little meal in the khakra leaf baj and eats it only after offering it to Mahuda. Due to its association with Mahuda, the Mahuda became known as 'Margino Mahuda'.

After the festival of Holi, if there is a flower in Mahuda, it will not go away, so take a small basket early in the morning and go to Mahuda with Margi Ba. He made a separate heap of woven mahuda, dried it and filled a sack. Let a few mahudas stay at home, from which mahuda ladu is made into chutney. The rest of the honey is put on the gardener to make wine and whatever is grown is sold in the market.

Even though she intended to use her hard earned money at the fair held in the village, she would sell the dried mahudas in the market and give the money to Bane to save. The wine of Margi Mahuda is praised all over the village. From time to time, to make vegetables for the ancestors, to make vegetables in the village-farm or in the dungar temple at the time of worship, it becomes the wine of Margi Mahuda.

As the rainy days are approaching, the way to weave the fruit-doli of Mahudi, who will compete with Ba by saying who will weave more doli. Doli weaving-weaving ba teaches him, 'Joje ho margi, a' kanano '(a measure used in earlier times, now ten and a half forts means one kanano) or more if you collect more doli seeds then ghanchikaka will give yellow oil, less than that No. ' Then I don't know what 'Kanano' means. When I grew up, I learned that one 'kanano' means three 'champas.' (Three and a half forts is exactly one champa. Currently, the measure used to measure grain in villages.)

The daily routine is to collect the doli, remove the seeds from inside and dry them, then drink the dried seed oil and distribute it to everyone in the pods little by little. Margina Ba often said, "Red rice with doli oil and garlic chilli sauce has been Sahu's favorite food since the time of the elders. Doli oil is used as a medicine along with food. The prescribing doctor must have this oil. When one's limbs are sprained, body-joint pain or limb pain occurs, massaging with doli oil gives relief. Margi used to get new information from Ba about Doli oil.

An incident in his youth changed Margi's whole life. Shortly after Ba's death, Bapuji was struck by Mohan's ox and Bapuji went to bed. Coming to the responsibility of Bapuji and younger brother, he decided not to get married. Hearing this decision, Margi did not have any difficulty in making a living, so Bapuji divided the house and farm equally between the two brothers and sisters.

The discussion spread throughout the village. Some applauded while others were present to criticize. 'Like a girl, the father-in-law has to go ... He is sitting to mix the tradition in the dust ... Have you ever seen a father give a share of property to a girl? In fact, he has a love of property, he doesn't have to give up everything, so he has found a way not to go to his father-in-law under the pretext of taking care of his father and brother. ' Margi had no time to listen to such bitter words of the villagers.

As Margi got older, the whole village became Margiba. Not as smooth as before, so before someone reaches the field with the support of a stick, someone has woven a mahuda. As long as the siblings were alive, everything went well in the family, but after their death, the nephew showed the real color.

Margi had given her farm to her nephew but she had to give some of it to Margi. One day, she told her husband, 'Our farm, our hard work, dossie for free? Dosi is forcibly claiming your share. ' Wife's poison nephew felt nectar.

Both of them started harassing Margi. The goods are discarded in the corridor, and the meal is served with dry bread, sauce or onion. Margi, who often went to bed hungry if she did not chew bread, endured everything silently. But Margi was shocked when he heard that Mahudo had cut off the mouth of the person who had given him his share of the house and farm like a cousin. When he did not clean the Mahuda, Vahu angered Mahuda by setting him on fire. Seeing Mahuda's twigs burning on one side, Margi's roar erupted. He immediately called a punch in protest of the bride and nephew.

The daughter-in-law was confident that the decision would be in her favor, so the two reached the Punch-Malkat Punch. At the end of the discussion, the commission heard both the parties saying, "Even though Margiba has so far used her father's property, in our society there is no rule to give a girl a share of the father's property. Only the nephew has the right to all the property." Made that decision.

A young man who had been listening quietly to all the talk so far suddenly stood up and objected to the Punch's decision. He stood by Margi's side and apprised the commission of the law enacted by the government on the property, saying that if Margi did not get compensation for burning his property and Mahudo, the whole matter would be taken to court. The Punch was relieved to hear that the nephew had decided to take a bribe. He apologized to his nephew and Annie's daughter-in-law and asked them to return their rights. Hearing the decision of the Punch, the young man saw Margi joining hands with the young man and said, 'Hey Margiba! What do you do You don't recognize me I am Ramo, son of Hariya.

As a child, you saved me from being hunted by a wild animal. ' With tears of joy, Margi blessed the young man and flew straight to the farm. Even the half-burnt mahudo greeted him as the clusters of mahudas hanging on the twigs began to flutter in the wind and the whole atmosphere was enlivened by the smell of juice dripping from the flies and beetles flying over the clusters.

- Gayatri R. Vasava,

Bouncing. (Tapi-Vyara)