“Do you know what you are asking for, stupid fellow?” retorted the Nayeb.
Babui took a few steps back again.
Krishnarai babu, amazed at the boy’s request, laughed, amused.
“Why do you need the flute?” asked the jomidar with intent.
Babui, with lowered gaze, kept silent, nervously shifting his feet.
“Rai babu, you please go and rest. Let me deal with this matter”, the Nayeb intervened.
Krishnarai babu glared. The Nayeb knew that he had to keep his trap shut now. He slithered back a few steps. He was a servant too, after all, and his anger or dissatisfaction really didn’t matter. He just hoped that Rai babu didn’t let that boy touch the flute. A shudra and a brahmin had differences after all. With measured slow steps he left the room.
The jomidar came closer to Babui now.
“Why do you need my banshi?”
“My mother asks for it.”
“The flute? Why?”
“Just to see whether you are still her son.”
Krishnarai babu suddenly felt unreasonably helpless. He couldn’t fathom what he was hearing. His sternness was creeping in again. What was this boy saying?
Babui broke the silence. His eyes had gone red suddenly. And there was this weird smile all over his face. He looked almost like a grown-up now. As if he never was a child.
“I was said you weren’t going to part with it. This was just a simple question, and yet you failed.”
The jomidar stood upright. What was he doing? He needed to slap the boy for his insolence. This was too much. Insult him? Insult Krishnarai?
With a sudden frantic move, Babui takes out a certain crude contraption, which was all this while neatly tucked with his shirt. There was no fear now. The decision had been made.
Rai babu’s voice, choked with fear, quivers.
“What do you need? Money? I will give you all the money you want…just throw this pistol to the ground…”
Babui’s expressions hardened, almost manic.
“Ma-ke ar koto koshto debe?”, questioned Babui, with gritted teeth.
Bang!
The sound was deafening. The echo was all over. Babui could hear the pikemen rushing to the palace.
~*~
Babui (1896 - 1908), member of Jugantar, was arrested two weeks later. He confessed of his crime in a packed court. He was deported to the Andaman Cellular Jail for murdering the despot Zamindar Krishnarai. There, lonely and homesick, he succumbed to cholera. His father, Harilal, never received his body. The same year, a few months later, Khudiram Bose was hanged to death. Their mother became free four decades later.
awesome bubai.A very brilliant ending...lovely twist[:P]
you and kazarelth did a wonderful job[:)].
All in all a great story.
This post, this whole story, cannot be measured. It should not be read by anyone. If a fire-sale happened and this blog is broken up into a lot of tiny pieces, I think it would be a worthy ending.
I think... I have finally found something.
awesome ending bubai!!!
my only complain was his age(only 12)...
else u & Prince Kazarelth have done a wonderful job...
If I were to nit-pick, then I'd point out that you overlooked a bit of editing.
But I should NOT nit-pick... not with this.
This is something... really.
Absolutely amazing!
Both of you have done an awesome job. Hope there's more writing coming.
Awesome!! The ending is too good... Amazing twist... Keep up the good work!
@ Oh Gosh! : [bows][smiles][happy]
@ Prince Kazarelth : I am glad that you didn't find it stupid! [:P]
@ Nabanita : Thank you! I hope you continue coming here!
@ Lucid Darkness : Nitpick! Please! [:D]
@ Steelbunz : I feel honoured that you liked this! I hope you post something in your blog soon. We are dying. [:)]
I was fascinated!!
Truly brilliant!
**A. Roy Chowdhury babu doffs his hat Please note, 'roy' not 'rai'. And 'babui' is my nickname, blast it! Making me feel verily heroic.
The ending was par excellence. If this is how it keeps going, be prepared for my intrusions, Lucy.
you a rpg fan too? have you played chrono cross? or what about the 16 bit rpgs? thanks for commenting, man. great blog you have here.
...amazing.
Damn, now you're making ME want to write something like that.
I just watched Gandhi yesterday, with a couple of friends - one Japanese, the other Canadian - and we still managed to have a discussion after about colonialism, freedom, patriotism, and, well, other related things.
Now I want to show them this.
@ Pianopoet : I am just too humbled at your liking this :) [bows]
@ Aruni : And I will be looking forward to your continued visits :P [doffs invisible hat]
@ Tito :RPG fan ye [peace] no console though. Fallout? :P
@ Saturnalia's Offspring : Pleased to have you here amongst us [bows] Glad you liked it!