Mohana Calling
Dewana V/s Hitler
Dewana, my distant cousin was very famous in my very big village. When he was six, he was sent to school but went there only for three days. He insisted to sit with me in my class, but the teacher did not permit-I was in class third. Dewana, now ten, was going to his maternal uncle with his mother. The journey was by foot. Dewana walked a mile or so catching the mother’s finger and then he insisted to be carried by the mother. How far could he be taken? The mother exhausted, but he declined to be off loaded. Ultimately the mother had to retrace back. Now Dewana was fourteen. He was sent to tender the cattle – two cows and three buffalos. A neighbour’s boy had three cows and two buffalos. Dewana insisted, unless same numbers of animals are with him, he would not do the job. His father gave him a good beating, but he did not relent. The beating was repeated for a week but he stubbornly declined the job.
As per the village custom, the farmers kept a horse or two. Dewana’s father had one horse and a mare. In other part of the village a famous farmer bought a mare for rupees one thousand – an astronomical amount in those days. Even people from neighboring villages came to see the mare. Dewana saw it and fell for it. Father must have a comparable mare. But his father was not so rich. Dewana left the village. I was studying in college, hundred miles away, in a city. When I came to the village in summer vacations, I came to know of the incident. I took uncle with me and left the village to search Dewana. A full month and money equal to the cost of the mare which Dewana fancied were spent but no trace of him. Ultimately, Dewana’s mother went for pilgrimage to Haridwar to solicit her son back to home. Dewana was there in the company of the Sadhus, but was adamant to come back home unless his wish was fulfilled. My uncle sold off half of his land and Dewana was taken back, riding the mare of his liking.
The Essay on Family Ethnicity German Mother Father
Name: Title: The impact of ethnicity on my family Subject: Due Date: Growing up, my family consisted of my mother, father, and my three brothers. My father was of German decent and my mother was of Irish. There was a stigma attached to being a German American back in the late 1940's and as a result, my father would have nothing to do with this German heritage. He changed his name from Willie to ...
Now, Dewana was the oldest bachelor in the village – a curse to the family. As per custom, the boy must be married before the hair appear on the face. But Dewana had crossed eighteen. A day came and Dewana became a bride groom. Barat went to bride’s village. After the breakfast, the procession started for bride’s house. Dewana was on his famous mare. A notorious chap chirped in his ear – make sure that bride must be with a son. But it was not to be. Dewana jumped off the mare and ran away.
Second world war was on at its full pitch. There was a hard search for each recruit for army. One day someone told his father – I saw Dewana being recruited in the English Army. Next day the father called the elders of the village in village chopal and with folded hands he spoke thus – “Now the world is certain to be doomed. You know Hitler is very very obstinate. Worse thing is that our Dewana has also joined the English army and you know he too would not relent.”
Sumer Chand
Sonepat 131 001
