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JAHAM
SHAH ANDHIS PRIVATE
ARMY
Translatedfromthe Bengali by
Phyllis Grano
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Suddenlyone day a hugecommotion brokeout in the marketplace at Gajipur.
The sweet-potatosellers were forever sparringwith the pumpkin vendorsover
the choicest spots to set up shop, and fromtime to time things wouldrise to
a feverish pitch. This time there was really more smokethan fire. Some
people yelled their fool heads off, while others gave vent to long nourished
curses; there was plentyof pushingand shoving,and a feweven wentso far as
to brandishsticks in threat of yet greater violence. But it was just one lone
head that caught the blow of any of the sticks. Andwhosewould that have
been, besides Hazu's? Hazu sold neither sweet potatoes nor pumpkins;it was
simplyhis nature to be in the middle of whateverwas happening,no matter
what.
Startled by the blood pouringout of the open woundon Hazu's head, the
two warringfactions stopped their quarrel at once and practically stumbled
over each other in their rush to reach him. Andwhatcries and lamentations
theyraised. As for Hazu, knockedon the head by someone'sstick and thrown to
the around,he did not utter a sound. Cradlinghis sore head in his arms, he
shot quick glances fromside to side like a terrified wild animal. He acted as
if the blamewas all his. Andso, indeed, it mighthave been, for no sooner
had the wavesof pity rolled over him,whenall and sundrybegan their abuse,
"Whatwereyou doina anyway,stickingyourhead underflyingsticks?"
Such had always been Hazu's luck. It was as if disaster courted him.
There had been the incident right there in the marketplaceat Gajipur when
someonehad given the tail of a bull a good twist and let it go. Straightaway
it had madefor Hazu, butted himwith all its mightand knockedhim over.
Everyoneelse had escaped withoutso muchas a scratch. Andthen, way back
even before the hull, Hazu had once gone to the lake to gather someedible
grasses whena watermocassinhad sunkits fangsinto him. Needless to say, it
was the veryfirst tine anyonein Gajipur had ever been bitten by such a snake.
Youmustbe wondering by nowwhatHazuwas doingwandering aroundthe mar-
ketplace at Gajipur in the first place, and well mightyou ask. Afterall, he
had nothingto sell and nothingto buy. The truth was that he was roaming
around there for no good reason whatsoever. He wore a dark cloth wrapped
aroundhim in the fashion of a sarong and an undershirtand he was stick-
straight, whichno doubt accountedfor the impressionthat his armsand legs
werefar too long for the rest of him. He shavedjust about once a weekor so.
Evenodder, he had the habit of fixating on a face in the crowd,stranger's or
friend's, and just staring at it. Mindyou, that is not to implythat there
was anythingimportunate about his glaring; to the contrary,he seemedto want
nothingfromthe worldaroundhim.
The marketplaceat Gajipur was hardly a saintly place. Plenty of money
changedhandsthere, always giving the vultures somethingto keep their eyes
on. Morwas there any shortageof people ready and willing to cause friction
betweenthe Hindusand Muslimsor instigate moreserious trouble betweenthem.
Thoughthe petty shopkeeperswere mostlyHindus,their suppliers were Muslim.
The latest local official was a Muslim,Sheik AnwarAli, but his defeated
rival, the HinduVisnu Sikdar, still had powerenough. Withall of this,
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