मुंशी प्रेमचंद की कहानियाँ और उपन्यास

"जुगनू की चमक"

The eyes of the lion of the Punjab were closed and the members of the empire were torn by mutual disaffection and enmity. The magnificent hollow building built by Ranjit Singh was trampled. Kunwar Dilip Singh was in England and Rani Chandra was in the fort of Kunwar Chinnar.

Chandra Kunwar tried hard to handle the falling wall. But the constitution did not know how to use politics, and what else did the Shiraza bands of beauty and love do except inflame the fire of rivalry

The night was wet. Rani Chandrakanwar used to stand on the roof of her residence and gaze at the Ganga. Why are waves so free? How many villages and cities have they drowned, how many lives and property have been swallowed up. But still free. No one shuts them down. That's not why they can't stay closed. They will growl, snarl, and climb over the dam and trample it. They will carry it away in their strength.

Thinking this, Rani lay down on the chair. In front of his eyes, the memories of the past began to appear like a charming dream. At times, his hilt was more deadly than a sword. And his smile is even more lively than Basant. But ah! How cheap are these sexes now? If you cry to tell yourself, if you laugh to entertain yourself, if you are spoiled, what can spoil someone. If it is made, what can it do to someone ? What is the difference between Rani and Bondi!

Tears started falling from Rani's eyes. Which were once more deadly than poison, and more precious than nectar. She was just as lonely, helpless, how lonely, when there was no one to see but the stars of the sky.

In the same way, Chandrakanwar's eyes blinked while crying, and his beloved dear, Kunwar Dilip Singh, in which his soul resided, stood in front of him in the form of pride. Just as a cow comes home in the evening after spending the whole day in a cage, and when she sees her baby, she runs towards him, full of milk in her udders, with her tail raised, in the same way, a few kanwars stretch out both their hands and hug their beloved kanwar. She ran to hug him, but her eyes opened and like the dreams of life, that dream was also disturbed. She looked at Ganga and said, "Take me with you too."

Rani immediately came down from Balakhana. A lantern was burning in the room. In her light, she put on a dirty sari, took off her jewelry, kept a box of jewels and a dagger in her waist and went out. He was a picture of courage.

Santri called. Rani replied, "I am Jhangi."

"Where does it go?"

"I will burn the Ganges. Clarity is broken. Raniji is asking for water.

Santri came a little closer and said, "Come, I will also walk with you." "Just stay."

Jhangi said, “No, don't come with me. Rani is in Kothe and will see.

By deceiving the orange, a few convar thieves pass through the door, tangle with thorns in the dark, hit the rocks. Reached the banks of the Ganges.

It was past midnight. There was a calmness of contentment in the Ganges. The waves put the wires in the corner of the liver and were lost. It was quiet all around.

Rani used to walk along the banks of the river, looking back and forth. Suddenly he saw a boat tied to a stake. Rani looked carefully. The sailor was lying down. To wake the sailor was to wake death. He immediately untied the rope and got into the boat. The boat slowly drifted with the current. Slow and dark as days of sorrow. It was a dream of longing that flowed on the wave of thought.

There was a movement in the boat and the sailor was startled, he sat up, his eyes met, and he saw a woman sitting on the front board with a stick in her hand. Terrified, he said, "Ten who is Ray?" Now where is it taken?"

Rani laughed. Extreme fear is called courage. Said, "Tell me the truth or lie."

The sailor, somewhat frightened by the Rani's manner, said, "Let the truth be told."

Rani said, "Well, listen, I am Rani Chandra Kanwar of Lahore." He was imprisoned in the same fort. I run away today. May I reach Banaras soon. I will crush you. And if you do any mischief, look, I will cut you with this knife. We should reach Benares before morning.

This threat worked. The sailor politely spread his blanket and began scolding rapidly. The trees at the edge, and the dim stars twinkling overhead, ran along.

In the morning everyone in the fort of Chanar was surprised and worried. Sentries and watchmen and maids were all present in front of the officer fort with their heads bowed. An investigation was underway. But nothing was known.

Meanwhile Rani reached Benares. But there was already a police and army trap. The gates of the city were closed. A huge reward was announced in reward for tracing the queen. Greed was like a hungry vulture.

After coming out of prison, Rani realized that she was in an even more serious prison. Everyone in the fort obeyed his orders. The officer of the fort also used to read it. But today he was freed and his lips were closed. There were enemies on the walls. On Tayir Bay there is peace in Kanj-e-Qafs.

Police officers watch every visitor carefully. But no one notices the beggar who wears a torn saree and walks along the Ganges with her head slowly bowed behind the pilgrims. She doesn't startle, she doesn't hesitate, she doesn't panic, this beggar has the blood of a queen in her veins.

From here the beggar took the road to Ajodhya. During the day, she would walk along the paths, and at night she would lie down in a lonely place. The face was yellow, blisters on the feet, the body was pale.

She would often listen to the talk of the Rani of Lahore in the villages. Sometimes even the policemen would see him active in Rani's Toh. But as soon as she saw them, the queen sleeping in the beggar's chest woke up. She raised her neck and looked at them with disdainful eyes, and her face was full of anger and sadness.

One day, reaching the vicinity of Ajodhya, Rani was sitting under a tree, so she had removed the dagger from her waist and was thinking where to go? What is my destination? Is there no place for me in this world?

A little distance from there was a big mango grove. Big canopies and tents were erected in it. Many were walking in bright orange uniforms. Several horses were tied. The Rani looked at this magnificent Karru Fur with longing. Once she also went to Kashmir. His stay was far more spectacular.

It was evening while sitting. Rani spent the night there. Meanwhile, an old soldier came strolling and stayed near him. He had a stubby beard. A sword was hanging in the tight waist. Seeing him, the Rani immediately picked up the dagger and stabbed it in the back. The soldier looked at her sharply and asked, "Daughter, where do you come from?"

"Far away," said the queen.

"Where will you go?"

"Nothing is known. "A long time ago."

The soldier then looked carefully at the queen and said, "Just show me your knife."

Rani stood up with a dagger and said in a sharp tone, "Friend or enemy."

"Friends," Thakur said.

There was something in the soldier's expression and countenance that compelled belief. Rani said, "Don't cheat." See it.''

Thakur took the sword in his hand, turned it upside down and pointed it in the eye with great politeness. Then he bowed his head in front of the queen and said, "Maharani Chandra Kanwar."

Rani said with a regretful voice, “No. Backs begging? "

''Who are you?''

"One of your servants," replied the soldier.

Rani looked at him questioningly and said, "I have no one in this world except Bexy."

The soldier said, "Maharani ji should not say that." Necks can still bow to the voice of the lioness of the Punjab. There are such people in the country. Those who have eaten your salt and have not forgotten it.

Rani: “Now this is not Armaan. I just want a corner of peace. I'm looking for a place where I can build a nest of the tern.

Soldier: “Such a corner can be found only in the mountains. Walk in the lap of Himala. There you can escape from wind and storm.

Rani said in surprise, "Go to the enemies." When was the court of Nepal our friend?

The soldier said, "Rana Jung Bahadur is a true Rajput."

Rani: "But it was you, the brave warrior, who was willing to help Lord Dalhousie against us just now."

The soldier said shyly, "Then you are Maharani Chand Kunwartha." Today you are a beggar. Envious and enemies of Iqbal are everywhere. Extinguish burning fire with water. Ashes are applied on the forehead. Don't hold back. Dharma still exists in Nepal. You walk fearlessly. See how he makes you sit on the head and eyes.

Rani spent the night under the shade of this tree. The soldier also slept there. In the morning two galloping horses were seen there. There was a rider. On the other was a very cheerful young woman, Rani Chand Kanwar, who was going to Nepal in search of refuge.

After some time Rani asked, "Whose is this stop?"

The soldier replied, “This is Rana Jung Bahadurka. They have come to do the pilgrimage. But they will reach before us.

Rani: Why didn't you meet them here? Their intention would be known.

Soldier: "It was impossible to meet them here. You cannot avoid the eyes of informers."

Traveling in those days was risky. Both the passengers had to face the bandits repeatedly. At that time, seeing the Rani's jute, and the speed and cleanliness of the hand, the old soldier would press his finger under his teeth. Sometimes his sword would work and sometimes the speed of the horses would be faster.

It was a long journey. The month of Jeth ended on the way. It rained. Clouds hovered in the sky. Dry rivers boiled. The mountain streams began to roar. Nor boat in rivers. There were no piers on the canals, but the horses were trained to automatically get into the water and sink down, flow, eat the eddies, reach Parja, once a calf traveled down the river on the back of a turtle. This journey was no less dangerous.

Somewhere there were high forests of Sakhu and Ramhwe. Somewhere in a happy state. Herds of elephants and deer were frolicking on their laps.

The paddy beds were full of water. Farmers' women used to plant paddy and sing songs. Sometimes, in the middle of these pleasant voices, the harsh and commanding voice of the landlord sitting in the shade of the umbrella on the ridge of the field was also heard.

Thus suffering the pains of the journey, the two travelers crossed the Terai and entered the land of Nepal.

It was morning time. The court of Maharaja Surendra Bikram Singh of Nepal was decorated. The members of the court were sitting step by step. Nepal had conquered Tibet after a long war and the terms of peace were being discussed at that time. Someone wanted a war ransom. No supporter of accession. Some Companions were insisting on annual tribute. Only Rana Jung Bahadur was late in coming. He had arrived at his home last night after a tour of several months, and the important issue which awaited his return was now presented to the Majlis-i-Vazira. The ambassador of Tibet was waiting to hear a definite decision from the Prime Minister about the condition of Amido Beam.

Finally Chobdar informed about Rana's arrival. The courtiers stood up in reverence. By making the Rana perform the manners, his Naqrai Singhasan became resplendent. His Majesty said, "What terms do you propose for peace?"

Rana politely bowed his head and said, “In my humble opinion at this time, strictness is completely out of place. It has always been our motto to be kind to the unfortunate enemy. Will we forget this golden rule of ours in the intoxication of selfishness on this occasion? We want a peace that is truly peace. Who is the guarantor of our friendly relations and unites our hearts. If the Tibetan court is willing to offer us trade concessions, we should not hesitate to make peace.

Whispers began among the ministers. General opinion was not in favor of this generosity. But Maharaj supported it. That is why no one had the courage to speak against the Rana.

After the departure of the ambassadors, Rana Jung Bahadur stood up and said, "Darbar audience! Today is going to be a memorable event in the history of Nepal. Whether this monument is good or bad is up to you. Today, while coming to the court, I have received this shakha which I present to your service. This is a very eloquent request in its meaning. The questioner has written only this chapter of Tulsidas,

Apat Kal Parkhye Chari

Dheeraj, Dharma, Mitr, and Nari''

Maharaj asked, "Who sent this letter?"

"A beggar."

"Who is the beggar?"

"Empress Chandra Kanwar."

Kadbarkhatri asked in surprise, "Who is our friend who rebelled against the English government and ran away?"

Rana Jung Bahadur blushed and said, “Yes. Although the same idea can be expressed in other ways.

Kad Barkhatri: "We are friends with the British and helping a friend's enemy is against the constitution of friendship."

General Shamsher Bahadur, "In such a situation, there is great fear that our relations with the British government will weaken."

Rajkumar Nabir Singh, “believes that hospitality is our duty. But to the extent that our friends do not get a chance to be suspicious of us.

There was so much disagreement on this issue that a commotion broke out and several members were heard saying that the Maharani Sahib's arrival at this time was a bad omen for the country.

Then Rana Jung Bahadur got up. His face was grim. They could not afford opposition. Even at that time, expediency was unsuccessfully trying to dominate anger. Said, "Brothers! I am sorry if my words seem too harsh to you at this time. Because I don't want to listen anymore. I do not see this heartbreaking sight of my national courage. If the Nepali court does not have the moral courage to uphold the constitution of hospitality and support, then I shoulder all the responsibility for this incident. The court considered him completely withdrawn. And announce it publicly.

Kadbar Khatri heatedly said, "This announcement alone cannot save the country from dangers."

Rana Jung Bahadur bit his lip in anger. But after confiscating, he said, "Sovereignty is another name for risks and responsibilities." We cannot turn a blind eye to our responsibilities. Arresting those who come under your protection. It was the religion of the Rajputs. Our elders, whose names we are, always lived on principle, on Dharma, on. It is a shame for a self-sufficient nation to break its self-perceived Haram. The British are our friends, and thankfully the wise are friends. In keeping Maharani Chandrakanwar under his watch, his only motive was that mischief and evil should have no center of gathering. If this defendant of theirs does not die, then they have no chance to be suspicious of us and there is no need to be ashamed of them.

Kadbar Khatri: "What purpose has Maharani Chandra Kanwar come here?"

Jang Bahadur: "Just looking for a corner of peace where they don't have to worry about their compulsions." She Sahib-i-Iqbal Rani used to live in luxurious palaces, who could not rest even on the hedge of flowers. I come Muddy rivers, and boiling brooks. Rainy season, you people know these sufferings and all this for the sake of this one well-being, in the desire of this one corner of the earth! But we are so narrow-minded that we can't even fulfill this wish! Hamit's demand was that we should offer our land instead of land. Think how proud it is that a poor queen remembers the country in her days of trouble, this is the pure country. Maharani Chandra Kanwar had full faith in our excellence, and in our benevolence, and the same devotion has brought her here. She comes here in the hope that under the support of Pashupati, she will get rid of Kudu Kashva. You have a choice whether to fulfill their hope or crush it. Even if you fulfill the constitution of support and leave your name in the history page. Or by erasing the national and moral restrictions and dropping them in their own eyes. Because I do not believe that there is a single person who is so impudent that he can forget the constitution of Dastgir and raise his head on this occasion. Now I await your decision. You will make the name of your nation and country bright. Or will forever mark the stain of infamy on their foreheads.

"We will lay our eyes at the feet of the Empress," said the prince excitedly.

Captain Bikram Singh said, "We are Rajputs and will fulfill our dharma."

General Nabir Singh said, "We will give him such a grand welcome that the world will celebrate."

Rana Jung Bahadur said, "I want to hear their verdict from the language of my honorable friend Kadbar Khatri?"

Karbar Khatri was an influential man and in the Council of Ministers he was considered to be the leader of the party opposed to Rana Jung Bahadur. He said in a regretful tone, "Though I do not consider the visit of the Maharani to be without danger, this is our dharma on this occasion." It is that we put Maharani Sahiba on the head and eyes. Turning away from Dharma cannot be a source of pride for any nation.

Several voices enthusiastically endorsed the idea.

Maharaja Surendra Bikram Singh listened carefully to this discussion and then said with blessed language, “Dharma Biru! I congratulate you on this manly decision. You named the nation. May Pashupati help you in this good deed!

The assembly was adjourned and salutes were fired from the fort. The news echoed throughout the city that the Maharani Chandra Kunwar of Punjab had arrived. General Ranbir Singh and General Shamsher Bahadur with five thousand troops left to welcome the Empress. The guest house began to be decorated. The bazaars were decorated with flags and floats.

Iqbal is revered everywhere. But has anyone seen such respect for a beggar! The troops marched in waves like a raging stream, playing bands, and waving leaves. There was an uproar of joy in the whole city. There were crowds of well-dressed spectators on both sides. The chiefs of the army were riding horses in front of them and in front of them Rana Jang Bahadur, intoxicated with national pride and pride, was sitting in his jeweled body. It was a culinary spectacle of baking.

The procession stopped at the gate of Dharamshala. Rana got down from the elephant. Maharani Chandra Kunwar came out of the room. Rana bowed down and prayed. Rani looked at them in surprise. This is his friend! He was an old soldier. Eyes widened and smiled. Drops of dew dripped from the open flower. Saying, "My old Thakur, my now-passer! From which mouth your which village.

Rana bowed his head and said, "Your steps brightened our fortunes."

The court of Nepal prepared a splendid palace for the empress with 25 thousand rupees and fixed a monthly deposit of 10 thousand rupees for her.

That building still stands today and is a monument to Nepal's magnanimity and loyalty. Rani of Punjab is still remembered by people.

This is the ladder by which nations reach the golden tower of good name.

These are the events that make national heroes bright and immortal.

The Political Resident reports to his Government. It was expected that there would be some tension between the government of India and Nepal. But the Government had full confidence in Rana Jung Bahadur and when the Nepalese court gave assurance and assurance that Maharani Chandra Kanwar would not be given a chance for any hostile attempt, the Government of India was also satisfied.

Undoubtedly, this incident shines brightly in the dark night of Indian history.