The story of Punch God Munshi Premchand is Premchand Ki Kahaniya, which is based on the strong friendships of Zumman Sheikh and Alenu Choudhary. In this story of Premchand, Azu Chaudhary is the Panch Panchayat and grieved by his decision, the oppressed Sheikh becomes angry with him but later, when the truth comes, then the friendship of the two comes again once again.
Zumman Sheikh alahu Chaudhary had a strong friendship. Farming was done in partnership Some transactions were also shared. One had unwavering faith on the other. When the succession had gone to Hajj, then his house had been handed over to the quarrel, and when he went out, whenever he went out, he would leave his house on the crime. They did not have food and drink, nor did the relationship of religion; Only ideas were found. This is also the mantra of friendship.
This friendship was born at the same time, when both the boys were a boy, and the father, the father of the oppressed, used to impart education to them. Azu had served a lot with Guru ji, washed many bowls. His hookah could not even rest for a moment, because every pimple was separated from books by half an hour. Alagu's father thought in a traditional manner. He had greater confidence in the service of the Guru rather than education. He used to say that reading does not come by reading; Whatever happens, by the blessing of the master Just need Guru Gani's grace. Therefore, if the blessings or satsangs of Jumaratri were not done, then to satisfy and accept that in Vidyasabharam, I did not raise any matter as much as possible, and if it was not in his destiny, how would it come?
But the Jummari Sheikh was not convinced of his blessing. They had more faith in their sleep, and in the same village they were worshiped in the nearby villages. The emblem of the court on the remnant of his writing or banamas could not even take action. The postman of the lightweight, the princess of the Constabil and Tehsil-all desired their grace. Therefore, the value of Zedu was due to his wealth, so the oppressed Sheikh became a respected person with his precious knowledge.
Zumaan Sheikh had an old skull (aunt). He had a little mingle; But there was nobody in his immediate family. Jumman had written his name by making long-term promises. Khalajan was highly respected until the registration of the donation was done; They were given a lot of delicious foods. Halve-Palav is rain-fed; But the stamp of the registry has also stipulated these commitments. Jumman's wife Kariman started giving some quick, sharp salts of bitter things with rotis. Jumman Sheikh also became nitr. Now poor poor Khalajan often had to hear such things.
Do not know how long the old woman will be. What two or three bighas have given up, what is the value! It is difficult to eat chapattis without baghari lentils ! As much as the rupee has drowned in its stomach, so much so that cattle can buy it.
Khalajan heard and fell for a few days; But when he did not, then complained to the penalty. Tumman did not feel comfortable managing the local staff-house The work continued for some days till the day and so much. Lastly, one day Khalala said with a guilt- Son! I will not be able to manage with you. You give me the money, I will cook and eat.
Jumman replied with dismay - do the bucks come here?
Khalas said politely - should I need some curd-drought or not?
The soldier responded with gravely voice-had someone just understood that you had come to fight with death?
The skins got worse, they threatened to do Panchayat. Guilty laughed, just as a hunter goes to the netting of the ant, the mind laughs. He said, "Surely the Panchayat. Decide I do not even like this night-day rattle.
Who will win in the Panchayat, there is no doubt about the penalty in this matter. Who was so in the nearby villages, do not be indebted to his grace; Who was the one who could dare to make him an enemy? Who had such a strength, who could face him? The angels from heaven will not come for the decision.
After this, the old Khalla ran for some wood in the nearby villages for a long time. The waist was bowed down. Walking one foot was full; But the matter came up. It was necessary to make a decision.
Birla will be a good man, with whom the old lady does not shed tears of grief. Someone is with the upper mind - yes, and somebody gave abusive behavior to this injustice. Said: Were dead in the grave, today are dead, tomorrow the second day, but do not believe in lust. What do you want now? Eat the bread and take the name of Allah. What do you have to do now by farming? There were some gentlemen, who had a good opportunity to have fun Why do not you get laughing after collecting such stuff from the waist, the papal mouth, the hair from the sun? Such fair, compassionate, humble, poor men were very few who had listened to the sadness of this Ablah and comforted him. Surrounded by roasting, the poor came near Alju Chaudhary. Strike the sticks and take the breath, and you bidi son, you also come in my panchayat for a whole lot.
What will you do after calling me? Many people from village will surely come.
Khalah-his misery came crying to everyone. Now the decision to come or not is his.
I will come to see you; But I will not open mouth in Panchayat.
Khala-why son?
Alasu- Now how do I respond? Your happiness Punishment is my old friend. Can not disturb from him
Khala-son, do not you talk about the fear of spoiling?
If we lose all the wealth of our sleeping knowledge, then it is not known, but after listening to gossip, he becomes alert. Then no one can win it. Sadu could not answer this question, but his
These words were echoing in the heart-
Do not you talk about the fear of spoiling?
Panchayat was held underneath a tree in the evening. Sheikh Zumman had already laid the floor. He also arranged paan, cardamom, hookah-tobacco etc. Yes, he used to sit alone with Aljuta Chaudhary, who came to the Panch Panchayat and welcomed him with Dewey salute. When the sun went down and the turtled panchayat of the birds sat on the trees, even then the Panchayat started. Each finger of the floor filled the ground; But most of the viewers were there. Only those people who were invited from the invitees had to take some of their work. The fire in a corner was smoother. Barber was flooding the swirling bucket. It was impossible to make the decision that more smoke came out than the dried plumes or through the breath of thighs. The boys were running around. No one used to slander and somebody cried. The noise was roaming around. Dog dogs of this village were considered to be a feast, and the herds of herds had accumulated.
If the punch people sat, then the old Khalla requested him-
'Punch, three years ago, I had written all my property in the name of my nephew. You guys will know this. Jumman confessed to give me the clothes and clothes. Over the years, I washed it with weeping and weeping. But now there is no crying of night and day. I do not get stomach bread or tan cloth. Beckas Beva Am I The court can not court Who else can you tell me your grief? Let the people follow the path that you take out of the way. If I see any abbey in me, then slapped on my face. Look at the evil in the oppression, then explain to him, why ah a bakas! I will order the punch on the head and forehead. '
Ramdhan Mishra, whose many abductors had settled in his village, said, Who is the Punch? Solve it right now. Then he must accept what the Panch says.
Judgment was noticed by the members, especially those people who had some kind of hostility for them. The order of the oppressed-punches is the order of Allah. Change what Khalajan wants you to. I do not care.
Khala screamed and said, "O Allah! Why are you not telling the names of the Jury members. Some even know me too
The soldier said with anger - do not open my mouth at this time. You have become, whatever you want, Punch Badge.
Understand the accusations of Khalajan penalization, he is afraid of bid-son, god. Punch is the friend of someone, someone's enemies What kind of statement are you making? And if you do not believe in anyone, then let go; Believe him, Chuadri, take it, I'll make him sarpanch.
After a while, the accused came to al-Qa'un and said, "You have become your life-threatening enemy since you have been my Panchayat"; But today I came to know that there is no friend of anybody sitting on the post of a punch or an enemy. Nothing else than justice can help him. Today I became convinced that God speaks with the words of the punch. Alagu started crying With this water, the filth of both hearts was washed away. Scorched vine of friendship has become green again.