temple

- Story-Ishwara Anchelikar

Time passed... Mamlatdar, collector office, district court everywhere Nandu was victorious. The government party and the village party reached the High Court. But everywhere Nandu's unfettered right was allowed! Five years had passed...! Nandu Dishi was starting to move like a bead in the village people. Shankar owned by Nanduni in Patangan rarely used to come to worship the deity. This Dehru was a place of faith for the villagers. But suddenly he started to consider the place as cursed.

Nandu, who was used to getting up early in the morning, got ready and sat in a small verandah. Nandu built a small udhaan in a ten by ten meter open space at the front and back of a small one-kitchen, two-room house. A barbed wire boundary was built, so Nandu considered herself safe..! Swasoor's mansion was now destroyed...!

Mahadevji's temple, built about five meters from the barbed boundary, was clearly visible from its verandah. Where the Shivling of the Lord was set up, there was a large square, and where the prayer hall has come, in the open patangan, the villagers used to come and sit. Everyone was respecting Nandu's husband Raghav. The decision taken by him as the head of the village was praised by all.

Several characters surrounded behind Nandu's closed eyes. As if wanting to say something, the closed walls of his eyelids were rubbing to break! Nandu turns into a shadow, brings out some pilgrims who are stored underground...! Nandu likes to listen to his talk...! They are all his family.

Nandu was just fourteen years old. His father, a close friend of Thakorji, was a native of Keshav Karan. Between the villages of the two friends, there was a distance of barely three miles. But both of them used to throw blows at each other frequently. One day Keshav and his son Sadav came to Thakorji's house. Seeing the young man dressed in a fat, yellow dreadlock and a white dhoti, Thakorji asked the friend, 'Who is this young man, Keshav!'

'My daughter... is, a...' said Keshav Sagav.

'Keshav, our age-old friendship will not change into relationship...? My daughter Nandu, has turned thirteen...' Nandu blurted out before this could go any further. A breakfast plate of tea and fritters was brought.

'Hey Betty Nandu, why are you making fun of Keshavkaka, that's your paternalism...'

Nandu removed the veil, so Keshav and Raghav, had darshan of his talented face... A month or so had passed... Nandu Raghav got married...?

Nandu sat at father Thakorji's house... Karan came. There was no one in the house except father-in-law and husband. She became the owner of a huge mansion. In the in-laws, servants, servants and fountains of wealth flowed. After a year of marriage. One night bandits came to the village. Four core...ri...! Save...! There were noises. At the end of the two-hour riot, the corpses of some bandits and some villagers were lying on the street! Nandu, eager to know the news, began to stir in the haveli. At that time, women could not go out of the house, so this was the condition of all those women who were stuck in the black smoke of limits. At that time women used to be imprisoned in the house like a puppet...!

After hearing Raghav's cry in the hall of the mansion, Nandu came out...! Nandu almost fainted seeing the mother-in-law lying on the furs, the two uncles mother-in-law's blood-drenched corpse... Time flew by... Three months had passed, this gozari incident...! By circling the Mobhi Keshav of the village. The villagers had become disoriented. After three months, Raghavan was chosen as the village headman over Keshav.

Like Swasoor Keshav, Raghav was also generous...! There will be a grievance redressal meeting at eight in the morning. Nandu used to make tea filled with bhajiya and bone filled tea and place it in the middle of the meeting and everyone would have tea as breakfast. Raghava's reign of twenty-five years, shone like the shining sun in the east. But leaving the eastern nave. As Bhanu also went to the west and dissolved, his reign also came to an end. Even Raghav, stricken with a brief illness, closed his eyes one day and passed away, leaving an immense wealth in the name of Nandu. Nandu was now living in poverty. In forty years, Karan village had also changed its rejuvenation. There used to be darshan of a girl who educates from house to house...! Three sadlos and ghunghts became a story of the past. Nati hid her mouth in the air. The girls were spinning in twelve-inch-long chakris. Kumari was also in the same condition...! Everywhere new air was blowing vigorously...! The pride of learning rose upon him.

Suddenly a girl came to Nandu and said, Grandmother, the Yuga that started in the Patangan of the temple has been completed. Lo, this pandano prashad... 'Nandu's illusion is broken...!' He opened his eyes..., took Prasad. Leaving the verandah, Nandu entered the house, drank water, within ten minutes the shadows again entered Nandu's eyes. Nandu remembered an incident five years ago.

The west bridge across the early Dahona river near the village was now very busy... a new pool was being built towards the east...! The bridge is very close to Nandu's Purohit Paliya, through the efforts of the leading people of the village, a paved road connecting the bridge to the east was sanctioned by the government. All the cost of the road was to be borne by the government, the people of the village were to give free land for the public road. All the people of the village willingly agreed to give away fifteen twenty meters of space to the government engineer. The required letter was signed and handed over. Nandu Doshi flatly refused to give consent letter to give his place. The village headman, several government babus explained to Nandu. Mamlatdar said, 'Dadima this route will not only connect the Dahina river pool but also the vast Ghori route. The value of the village land will increase... Industrialists will come, and start industries... Some of your land has been given to the Ganotiyas under the Ganotdhara, but the remaining twenty-five acres...' But Nandu Doshi interrupted the Mamlatdar and said...

'Sir, I am not against the progress of the village. My father-in-law and husband have done a lot of work to rejuvenate this village...! But your way, breaks through the folds of my forefathers. My past is connected with this chotari... This chotari and this huge Patangan, I consider priceless even against a pot of crores of rupees... Whatever happens I will not give away my place.'

Time passed... Mamlatdar, collector office, district court everywhere Nandu was victorious. The government party and the village party reached the High Court. But everywhere Nandu's unfettered right was allowed! Five years had passed...! Nandu Dishi was starting to move like a bead in the village people. Shankar owned by Nanduni in Patangan rarely used to come to worship the deity. This Dehru was a place of faith for the villagers. But suddenly he started to consider the place as cursed.

Nandu came with Doshi's work. The shadow of Nandu's eyes took a break. The wife finished cleaning the house in half an hour and left. Nandu remembered that Ashadi night thirty-five years ago... He remembered Punyashali. It was nine o'clock at night that day. It was raining heavily outside. The clouds were rolling. The electricity was flashing. Streams of water were flowing everywhere. Nandu was alone in the mansion. Her husband had gone abroad. Suddenly someone knocked on the closed door. Nandu came forward with a lantern to open the door. In the dim light stood a yogi dressed in saffron robes. He spoke...

'Mother...! Tonight, give me a break...! The road was not visible in the dark, so there is a desire to spend the night in this village... Please...!'

'Maharaj, I am alone in the mansion, my husband has gone out...' Nandu said.

'Mother..., mother does not have to be afraid of her son...!' Yogi had spoken. Hearing this, Nandu sheltered Yogi. And the night passed when the lamp of virtue appeared in the watery eyes of the Yogi. In the morning, Nandu came to Yogi's room. There were no yogis in the open room. But there was a Shivling...! Flames were coming out of the Shivling... Nandu huddled in the shelter. Waiting for her husband to arrive, Nandu started worshiping Lord Shiva. Raghav came to the mansion at ten o'clock. Nandu had told him everything - both of them had said, 'He was not a Yogi, he was a real Mahadevji...!'

Finally, in front of the square, a kehru was made in an open space, and Raghav had to install the Shivling in it. That temple, the place of everyone's faith, had now become insignificant in that court case cycle...! Nandu Doshi used to perform aarti alone in the morning and evening, but no one was willing to take prashad voluntarily...! A village located above Patangan's Chotra. Even the Panchayat meeting was now held in the Panchayat house located in Bhagole...! Everything had become barren.... One day Nandu's distant soul called out... Nandu remembered that evening two years ago. Nandu swore, 'My father-in-law has gone... my husband has gone... the meeting of Chotra has gone... Manav Medni has gone... the tea bhajiya party has gone... the devotees of the temple have gone... I am left...! How old am I now a guest, in this mansion...! I don't know who will own this wealth after my departure...! I will not do a single good deed in my life than that...!' At eleven o'clock in the night... Nandu's eyes saw the family and that Yogi...! Everyone was saying to each other...

Nandu wake up...! Come forward... Leave the love of Chotra...! All that is destroyed...! Awakening is Shivling...! Take this opportunity to remove the prejudice in people's eyes... Nandu's eyes will not be closed all night. She got up in the morning... After washing herself, worshiping Mahadevji, she came out with a plate of prasad. He knew that Mamlatdar and Collector held meetings till late night at Mukhiji's house. All will meet together at one place. He headed towards it. Nandu Doshi came to Mukhi's door... Mukhi's daughter opened the door... 'Dadi, you... come in...! Dada and Saheb have breakfast. You also had tea for breakfast...' she said...

'Betty, take this prasad...! Tell your father, I have come to meet you. Give this prasad to everyone too...!' Har...har...har...har Shambhu said Doshi sat in the hall.

Everyone came out in five minutes... the collector said... 'Dadi, why are you sitting down...! Banka came up...! We had to be called, why did you bother at this age...!' And the collector sat down on the bench with the spirited Nandu Doshi himself.

'Sir, I was suffering for ten years. Today, I have come to be free from those burdens...! How crazy I was too...! Trapped in love in a field, I have damaged a village in Pijara...! Sir please give those papers... I am willing to sign them willingly...! And sir I also want to donate my additional seven acres of land. A big temple of Mahadevji will be built. Such is my last wish...' And all the sahibs and Mukhi's family greeted Nandu with applause...!

Made three years ago. That incident took place today. Mahadevji's huge temple was inaugurated today. The people of the village had decided to perform the redemption ceremony at the hands of Doshi...!

Nandu again came to the verandah and the bell was ringing in the temple hall. Public opinion was beginning to emerge. The final moment had arrived.

The chief priest and Mukhiji came to Nandu Doshi... The priest said-

'Ex...! Come on...! Cut the ribbons of the closed arch of the temple. Dedicate Mahadevji's new house to the public...!'

Nandu got up slowly... He held Mukhi's hand and said 'Son... You remember what I told you, right...! Nowhere to display the name of any member of my family as a donor...! Given by Beta Mahadevji, I have offered to Mahadevji...! I and my family were like ants...! As an ant protects its deep burrow night and day, so... God's property we used to preserve...'

Mukhiji remained silent... Nandu Doshi opened the main gate of the temple...! On the right side of Dhar was the effigy of Raghava, on the left side was the effigy of Keshav...! Nandu Doshi barely kept Maji safe. Pulled out...! Ready to address the huge crowd, the Collector and other Movdios were sitting on the dais...! Nanduma was seated on his chair by Yogiji...! The program was over in an hour or so... everyone left with prasadi...!

That temple of Mahadevji has become a place of pilgrimage for the people of the village and all the surrounding people in the evening...! For the last three years, God has removed many sorrows...! The blind have been enlightened...! There is faith, everything becomes worthwhile. The temple trust has now become the Matabar Trust. Devotees from all over the country pay lakhs of rupees. The rate of jewelry is increased every month...! Nandu Doshi participates in temple activities as a mukt trustee, but never expresses any opinion. He tells everyone, flowers are all blooming, there are flowers... everyone's time is different... I am also a flower...! Where am I different from the flower...?