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Lesson: Blackberry Tree
Lesson : Blackberry Tree
There was a heavy thunderstorm in the night. A blackberry tree fell on the lawn of the Secretariat. When the gardener saw it in the morning, he came to know that a man was buried under the tree.
The gardener ran and ran to the peon, the peon ran to the clerk, the clerk ran to the superintendent. The superintendent came running outside in the lawn. Within minutes, a crowd gathered around the man buried under the fallen tree.
"How fruitful was the poor blackberry tree," said a clerk.
"Its berries were so juicy," said the second clerk.
“I used to carry my bag during the fruit season. My children used to eat its berries so gladly," said the third clerk, filling his throat.
"But this man?" The gardener pointed to the man buried under the tree.
"Yes, this man!" the superintendent thought.
"I don't know whether he is alive or dead?" asked a peon.
"Must have died. How can he survive such a heavy trunk that fell on his back?” said the second peon.
"No, I'm alive," said the buried man, barely moaning.
"Alive?" said one clerk in astonishment.
"The tree should be removed and taken out," the gardener advised.
"It seems difficult," said a cowardly and fat peon. "The trunk of the tree is very heavy and heavy."
"What's the problem?" said the gardener. "If the Superintendent sir gives orders, now fifteen to twenty gardeners, peons and clerks can pull out the man buried under the tree with great strength."
"The gardener is right." Many clerks spoke at once. "Hold on, we're ready."
Quite a lot of people got ready to cut the tree.
"Wait," said the superintendent, "let me consult the under-secretary."
The superintendent went to the under secretary. The under secretary went to the deputy secretary. The Deputy Secretary went to the Joint Secretary. The Joint Secretary went to the Chief Secretary. The Chief Secretary said something to the Joint Secretary. The Joint Secretary told the Deputy Secretary. The Deputy Secretary told the Under Secretary. The file kept running. Half a day passed in this.
At lunchtime, there was a huge crowd around the buried man. People were talking all kinds of things. Some nerdy clerks wanted to take the matter into their own hands. He was preparing to remove the tree himself without waiting for the decision of the government, when the superintendent came running around with the file, saying, “We cannot remove this tree from here by ourselves. We are the employees of the commerce department and this is the case of the tree, the tree comes under the agriculture department. That's why I am sending this file to the Agriculture Department by marking it as urgent. It will be removed as soon as the reply comes from there.
The next day a reply came from the Agriculture Department that the responsibility of removing the trees rests with the Commerce Department.
The commerce department got angry after reading this answer. He immediately wrote that it is the responsibility of the Agriculture Department to get the trees removed or not. The commerce department has nothing to do with the matter.
The file continued to play on the second day as well. The answer came in the evening. “We are handing over the matter to the Horticulture Department, as it is a fruit tree case and the Agriculture Department is only entitled to decide the matter of food grains and agriculture. Jamun tree is a fruit tree, hence the tree comes under the jurisdiction of Horticulture Department.
At night, the gardener fed lentils and rice to the buried man. However, there was a police guard around the lawn, so that people should not try to remove the tree on their own, taking the law in their hands. But a police constable got mercy and allowed the gardener to feed the buried man.
The gardener said to the buried man, "Your file is going on. Hopefully a decision will be taken by tomorrow."
The suppressed man did not say anything.
The gardener looked at the trunk of the tree and said, "It is good that the trunk fell on your hip. Had it fallen on the waist, the spine would have broken.
The suppressed man still did not say anything.
The gardener said again, "If you have any heir here, tell me his whereabouts. I will try to inform him."
"I am helpless," said the buried man with great difficulty.
The gardener left, expressing regret.
On the third day the reply came from the Department of Horticulture. A very strong answer was written. With much criticism. The secretary of the Horticulture Department seemed to him to be a literary man. He wrote, "Surprisingly, at this time when the 'Grow Trees' scheme is going on a large scale, there are such government officials in our country, who are advising to cut trees, that too to a fruit tree! And that too to the blackberry tree!! The fruits of which the public eats with great fervor. Our department cannot allow the cutting of this fruit tree under any circumstances.
"What to do now?" said a man, "if the tree cannot be cut, then this man should be cut down! Look at this," said the man with a gesture, "If this man is cut from the middle, that is from the place of the tree , then half of the man will come out from here and half of the man will come out from there and the tree is also there. will remain.
"But this way I will die!" objected the buried man.
"That's right too," said a clerk.
The one who offered the unique way to cut the man made a convincing argument, "You don't know. Nowadays, through plastic surgery to replace the torso, this man can be reattached."
Now the file has been sent to the medical department.
The medical department immediately took action on it and the day the file was received, the most qualified plastic surgeon of the department was sent to the spot for examination. The surgeon examined the buried man thoroughly, after seeing his health, blood pressure, breathing rate, heart and lungs, and sent the report that, "This man can have a plastic operation, and the operation is successful too." It will happen, but the man will die.
Hence this suggestion was also rejected.
At night, the gardener put khichdi in the mouth of the buried man and told him, "Now the matter has gone uphill. It is heard that there will be a meeting of all the secretaries of the Secretariat. Your case will be placed therein. Hope everything will be fine."
The suppressed man said with a sigh, "We agreed that you will not do it, but we will be destroyed, till you know about it."
The gardener pressed his finger in his mouth in amazement. He said in surprise, "Are you a poet?"
The buried man shook his head slowly.
The next day the gardener told the peon, the peon to the clerk and the clerk to the head-clerk. Within no time, the word spread in the secretariat that the suppressed man was a poet. What was there. People started coming in large numbers to see the poet. The news of this spread in the city. And by evening, poets started gathering from the locality. The Secretariat's lawn was filled with poets of various kinds. Even many clerks and under-secretaries of the Secretariat, who had an affinity for Adab and Poet, stopped. Some poets started reciting their ghazals to the depressed man, many clerks started asking him for advice on their ghazals.
When it was discovered that the suppressed man was a poet, the Secretariat sub-committee decided that since the suppressed man is a poet, this file does not belong to the Department of Agriculture, nor to the Department of Horticulture, but only to the Department of Culture. Is. Now the Culture Department was requested to take a decision in this matter at the earliest and this unlucky poet should be released from under this tree.
The file reached the secretary of Sahitya Akademi through different sections of the Department of Culture. The poor secretary reached the secretariat at the same time in his car and started taking interview with the buried man.
"Are you a poet?" she asked.
"Yes," replied the buried man.
"What do you keep busy with?"
"opportunity"
"Okay!" shouted the secretary loudly. "Are you the one whose flowers of Majmua-e-Kalam-e-Aks have been published recently?"
The buried poet shook his head at this point.
"Are you a member of our academy?" asked the secretary.
''No''
"Surprised!" cried the secretary loudly. Such a great poet! The author of fig flower! And not a member of our academy! Oops, what a mistake we have made! What a great poet and how he is buried in the darkness of oblivion!
"Not in the darkness of oblivion but buried under a tree... for God's sake get me out of this tree."
"I will make arrangements now," said the secretary at once, and he immediately went and presented the report to his department.
The next day the secretary ran to the poet and said, "Congratulations, please feed me sweets, our government academy has selected you as a member of its literary committee. Here is the copy of the order.
"But get me out from under this tree." said the buried man groaning. He was breathing hard and it was clear from his eyes that he was in a lot of trouble.
"We cannot do this," said the secretary. "We have done what we could have done. Rather, we can even do that if you die then you can get pension to your wife. If you apply, we can do that too."
"I am still alive," said the poet paused. "Keep me alive."
"The problem is this," said the Secretary of the Government Academy, rubbing his hands, "Our department deals only with culture. We have written to the Forest Department for you. The request has been written.
In the evening the gardener came and told the buried man that tomorrow the forest department men will come and cut this tree and your life will be saved.
The gardener was very happy. However, the health of the buried man was responding. But he was somehow fighting for his life. Till tomorrow... till morning... he has to survive somehow.
On the second day when the forest department men arrived with saws and axes, they were stopped from cutting trees. It was learned that there has been an order from the Ministry of External Affairs that this tree should not be cut. The reason was that this tree was planted ten years ago by the Prime Minister of Pitonia in the lawn of the Secretariat. Now if this tree was cut down, then there was full apprehension that our relations with the government of Pitonia would be spoiled forever.
"But one man's life is in question," shouted one clerk angrily.
"On the other hand there is the question of the relation of the two rulers," the second clerk explained to the first clerk. And also understand that how much help the government of Pitonia gives to our government. Can't we even sacrifice a man's life for the sake of their friendship?
"The poet must die?"
''Sure''
The under secretary told the superintendent. This morning the Prime Minister has returned from the tour. Today at four o'clock the Ministry of External Affairs will present the file of this tree in front of them. Whatever decision they give will be accepted by everyone.
At four o'clock in the evening, the Superintendent himself came to him with the file of the poet. "Do you hear?" shouted, waving the file happily, "The Prime Minister has ordered the cutting of the tree. And has taken all the international responsibility of this matter on its head. Tomorrow this tree will be cut down and you will get rid of this trouble."
"Listen, your file is complete today." The superintendent said, shaking the poet's side. But the hand of the poet was cold. The pupils of his eyes were lifeless and a long line of ants was going into his mouth.
The file of his life was complete.
Written by Krishna Chander
Translated by
Ankit pandey
SJS Public School Gourganj
© @Ankit
There was a heavy thunderstorm in the night. A blackberry tree fell on the lawn of the Secretariat. When the gardener saw it in the morning, he came to know that a man was buried under the tree.
The gardener ran and ran to the peon, the peon ran to the clerk, the clerk ran to the superintendent. The superintendent came running outside in the lawn. Within minutes, a crowd gathered around the man buried under the fallen tree.
"How fruitful was the poor blackberry tree," said a clerk.
"Its berries were so juicy," said the second clerk.
“I used to carry my bag during the fruit season. My children used to eat its berries so gladly," said the third clerk, filling his throat.
"But this man?" The gardener pointed to the man buried under the tree.
"Yes, this man!" the superintendent thought.
"I don't know whether he is alive or dead?" asked a peon.
"Must have died. How can he survive such a heavy trunk that fell on his back?” said the second peon.
"No, I'm alive," said the buried man, barely moaning.
"Alive?" said one clerk in astonishment.
"The tree should be removed and taken out," the gardener advised.
"It seems difficult," said a cowardly and fat peon. "The trunk of the tree is very heavy and heavy."
"What's the problem?" said the gardener. "If the Superintendent sir gives orders, now fifteen to twenty gardeners, peons and clerks can pull out the man buried under the tree with great strength."
"The gardener is right." Many clerks spoke at once. "Hold on, we're ready."
Quite a lot of people got ready to cut the tree.
"Wait," said the superintendent, "let me consult the under-secretary."
The superintendent went to the under secretary. The under secretary went to the deputy secretary. The Deputy Secretary went to the Joint Secretary. The Joint Secretary went to the Chief Secretary. The Chief Secretary said something to the Joint Secretary. The Joint Secretary told the Deputy Secretary. The Deputy Secretary told the Under Secretary. The file kept running. Half a day passed in this.
At lunchtime, there was a huge crowd around the buried man. People were talking all kinds of things. Some nerdy clerks wanted to take the matter into their own hands. He was preparing to remove the tree himself without waiting for the decision of the government, when the superintendent came running around with the file, saying, “We cannot remove this tree from here by ourselves. We are the employees of the commerce department and this is the case of the tree, the tree comes under the agriculture department. That's why I am sending this file to the Agriculture Department by marking it as urgent. It will be removed as soon as the reply comes from there.
The next day a reply came from the Agriculture Department that the responsibility of removing the trees rests with the Commerce Department.
The commerce department got angry after reading this answer. He immediately wrote that it is the responsibility of the Agriculture Department to get the trees removed or not. The commerce department has nothing to do with the matter.
The file continued to play on the second day as well. The answer came in the evening. “We are handing over the matter to the Horticulture Department, as it is a fruit tree case and the Agriculture Department is only entitled to decide the matter of food grains and agriculture. Jamun tree is a fruit tree, hence the tree comes under the jurisdiction of Horticulture Department.
At night, the gardener fed lentils and rice to the buried man. However, there was a police guard around the lawn, so that people should not try to remove the tree on their own, taking the law in their hands. But a police constable got mercy and allowed the gardener to feed the buried man.
The gardener said to the buried man, "Your file is going on. Hopefully a decision will be taken by tomorrow."
The suppressed man did not say anything.
The gardener looked at the trunk of the tree and said, "It is good that the trunk fell on your hip. Had it fallen on the waist, the spine would have broken.
The suppressed man still did not say anything.
The gardener said again, "If you have any heir here, tell me his whereabouts. I will try to inform him."
"I am helpless," said the buried man with great difficulty.
The gardener left, expressing regret.
On the third day the reply came from the Department of Horticulture. A very strong answer was written. With much criticism. The secretary of the Horticulture Department seemed to him to be a literary man. He wrote, "Surprisingly, at this time when the 'Grow Trees' scheme is going on a large scale, there are such government officials in our country, who are advising to cut trees, that too to a fruit tree! And that too to the blackberry tree!! The fruits of which the public eats with great fervor. Our department cannot allow the cutting of this fruit tree under any circumstances.
"What to do now?" said a man, "if the tree cannot be cut, then this man should be cut down! Look at this," said the man with a gesture, "If this man is cut from the middle, that is from the place of the tree , then half of the man will come out from here and half of the man will come out from there and the tree is also there. will remain.
"But this way I will die!" objected the buried man.
"That's right too," said a clerk.
The one who offered the unique way to cut the man made a convincing argument, "You don't know. Nowadays, through plastic surgery to replace the torso, this man can be reattached."
Now the file has been sent to the medical department.
The medical department immediately took action on it and the day the file was received, the most qualified plastic surgeon of the department was sent to the spot for examination. The surgeon examined the buried man thoroughly, after seeing his health, blood pressure, breathing rate, heart and lungs, and sent the report that, "This man can have a plastic operation, and the operation is successful too." It will happen, but the man will die.
Hence this suggestion was also rejected.
At night, the gardener put khichdi in the mouth of the buried man and told him, "Now the matter has gone uphill. It is heard that there will be a meeting of all the secretaries of the Secretariat. Your case will be placed therein. Hope everything will be fine."
The suppressed man said with a sigh, "We agreed that you will not do it, but we will be destroyed, till you know about it."
The gardener pressed his finger in his mouth in amazement. He said in surprise, "Are you a poet?"
The buried man shook his head slowly.
The next day the gardener told the peon, the peon to the clerk and the clerk to the head-clerk. Within no time, the word spread in the secretariat that the suppressed man was a poet. What was there. People started coming in large numbers to see the poet. The news of this spread in the city. And by evening, poets started gathering from the locality. The Secretariat's lawn was filled with poets of various kinds. Even many clerks and under-secretaries of the Secretariat, who had an affinity for Adab and Poet, stopped. Some poets started reciting their ghazals to the depressed man, many clerks started asking him for advice on their ghazals.
When it was discovered that the suppressed man was a poet, the Secretariat sub-committee decided that since the suppressed man is a poet, this file does not belong to the Department of Agriculture, nor to the Department of Horticulture, but only to the Department of Culture. Is. Now the Culture Department was requested to take a decision in this matter at the earliest and this unlucky poet should be released from under this tree.
The file reached the secretary of Sahitya Akademi through different sections of the Department of Culture. The poor secretary reached the secretariat at the same time in his car and started taking interview with the buried man.
"Are you a poet?" she asked.
"Yes," replied the buried man.
"What do you keep busy with?"
"opportunity"
"Okay!" shouted the secretary loudly. "Are you the one whose flowers of Majmua-e-Kalam-e-Aks have been published recently?"
The buried poet shook his head at this point.
"Are you a member of our academy?" asked the secretary.
''No''
"Surprised!" cried the secretary loudly. Such a great poet! The author of fig flower! And not a member of our academy! Oops, what a mistake we have made! What a great poet and how he is buried in the darkness of oblivion!
"Not in the darkness of oblivion but buried under a tree... for God's sake get me out of this tree."
"I will make arrangements now," said the secretary at once, and he immediately went and presented the report to his department.
The next day the secretary ran to the poet and said, "Congratulations, please feed me sweets, our government academy has selected you as a member of its literary committee. Here is the copy of the order.
"But get me out from under this tree." said the buried man groaning. He was breathing hard and it was clear from his eyes that he was in a lot of trouble.
"We cannot do this," said the secretary. "We have done what we could have done. Rather, we can even do that if you die then you can get pension to your wife. If you apply, we can do that too."
"I am still alive," said the poet paused. "Keep me alive."
"The problem is this," said the Secretary of the Government Academy, rubbing his hands, "Our department deals only with culture. We have written to the Forest Department for you. The request has been written.
In the evening the gardener came and told the buried man that tomorrow the forest department men will come and cut this tree and your life will be saved.
The gardener was very happy. However, the health of the buried man was responding. But he was somehow fighting for his life. Till tomorrow... till morning... he has to survive somehow.
On the second day when the forest department men arrived with saws and axes, they were stopped from cutting trees. It was learned that there has been an order from the Ministry of External Affairs that this tree should not be cut. The reason was that this tree was planted ten years ago by the Prime Minister of Pitonia in the lawn of the Secretariat. Now if this tree was cut down, then there was full apprehension that our relations with the government of Pitonia would be spoiled forever.
"But one man's life is in question," shouted one clerk angrily.
"On the other hand there is the question of the relation of the two rulers," the second clerk explained to the first clerk. And also understand that how much help the government of Pitonia gives to our government. Can't we even sacrifice a man's life for the sake of their friendship?
"The poet must die?"
''Sure''
The under secretary told the superintendent. This morning the Prime Minister has returned from the tour. Today at four o'clock the Ministry of External Affairs will present the file of this tree in front of them. Whatever decision they give will be accepted by everyone.
At four o'clock in the evening, the Superintendent himself came to him with the file of the poet. "Do you hear?" shouted, waving the file happily, "The Prime Minister has ordered the cutting of the tree. And has taken all the international responsibility of this matter on its head. Tomorrow this tree will be cut down and you will get rid of this trouble."
"Listen, your file is complete today." The superintendent said, shaking the poet's side. But the hand of the poet was cold. The pupils of his eyes were lifeless and a long line of ants was going into his mouth.
The file of his life was complete.
Written by Krishna Chander
Translated by
Ankit pandey
SJS Public School Gourganj
© @Ankit
