It is a story about a soldier, who don't know English as his colleagues.
He know want he want to speaks, but listener not able to judge what he spoken.
His voice comes from his heart, but he never find a single person to understand his emotions. Smiling, laughing, playing, enjoying without communication was his life. Ultimately he was a sentimental man.
The story begin from a village where he belong from. He, our hero, named Kanakua Ramaghar, lived with his family in a very old community near 10 K.M away from Guwhati, Asam, India(Incredible India).
[Scene, early in the morning Age: 6, Time: 26, Jan 1950]
Every one happy, finally India going to Republic India. Higher authority decided it will be 26th Jan when we celebrate our 1st Republican day.
"Mother what is republican day?" ask Kanu to his mother.
[Kanu spoken name Kanakua Ramaghar]
Mother, Kaushaki devi belong to a poor class family his hasband married to Dancer of heaven as he was a freedom fighter, told to kanu Republican of country is a clean chit to us that we are independent. We can do what we want, we can feel what we want. After a 150 year of continuous fight we become independent. You must salute your father as he play an important roll in the independence of India, he killed by English army while he fight with "Azad Hind Fauz" near Asam. For the memory of him, our family decided to shift here from Balia, Uttar Pradesh.
In you and you name also contain the beaver image of your father. You must be take care of that.
"I a't able to understand what is the quality of father in me, and my name is Kanu , is my father name Kanu too.", with a little child like expression, just making his eyebrow like bank of a river, little boy, Kanu, asked his mother.
"Your heart belong to your father, He was a Brave heart and you real name is Kanakua Ramaghar, your name is Kanakua and your father name was last one.", replied by mother.
With confusion he asked,"What was last one? I am not able to understand mother, what r you saying?"
"Oh! my son try to under stand the we can't spell the name of our husband. Please try to understand the last word of your name, Kanakua Ramaghar, is your father name", mother said.
"Oh God what I have said, I have to apologise, I spell my husband name, I need to consult Pandit Ji, He will give me way to become holy again.", mother expressed his religious expression over Kanu ,"You are responsible for it, today I will not give you food, it is you punishment. Go away from me, Oh God! Ram! Ram! Ram!, how this happen to me. O God please don't throw my Husband away from Heaven, Give me Hell beside him. O God please, let him continue to see Dance of Angels."
[Mother move fast toward the Pandit ji, while Child upset and confused what he done]
"I don't know what was my father name. Anyway, my name is and I am the son of a Brave Man, my heart belong to him, and I am also a brave man, with Brave heart", asked Kanu to himself, "But I have do today, mother punished me with no food provide today".
[A school competition organized by school authority, swimming competition only for 14+ age of student, and the prize money 10 paise ]
[Kanakua knows his ability as describe by his mother, he heard about the competition and decide to participate in this, as he was a brave heart]
to be continue...
[In the next... Is Kanakua able to participate in competition? Is he win? How manage food for the complete day? Must read in Kanakua Ramaghar next post]
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Title/Theam Song
This is all happen on a night,
I was sleeping in the light,
I got some news
Someone mid night me abuse
I was senti... I was senti
I was senti... I was senti
Immediate decided never talk to him...
[In Back Ground]
I was senti... I was senti
I was senti... I was senti
[In Dialog]
Become a senti is a precious jewellery. It give you an image of Gandhi Giri.
You loose, if you store. You gain if you throw.
Yoooooooooooo....
I was senti... I was senti
Become a rock star, never hang in bar
Become sentimental, thinking with mental
Who...Who are you?
How...How are you?
When...When you think with heart
You will be sentimental. Yo Yoo Yooo
I was senti... I was senti
ho hoo hoo
I was senti... I was senti
I was sleeping in the light,
I got some news
Someone mid night me abuse
I was senti... I was senti
I was senti... I was senti
Immediate decided never talk to him...
[In Back Ground]
I was senti... I was senti
I was senti... I was senti
[In Dialog]
Become a senti is a precious jewellery. It give you an image of Gandhi Giri.
You loose, if you store. You gain if you throw.
Yoooooooooooo....
I was senti... I was senti
Become a rock star, never hang in bar
Become sentimental, thinking with mental
Who...Who are you?
How...How are you?
When...When you think with heart
You will be sentimental. Yo Yoo Yooo
I was senti... I was senti
ho hoo hoo
I was senti... I was senti
With You, For You ... Always
I am nothing without you,
I am nothing with you,
You feel something with me,
You deal something with me...
So I am here...
With you...
For you...
Always
You reply me, its your sympathy
You listen me, its your telepathy
Replying you, my honesty
Listing you, my duty
So I am here...
With you...
For you...
Always
I am nothing with you,
You feel something with me,
You deal something with me...
So I am here...
With you...
For you...
Always
You reply me, its your sympathy
You listen me, its your telepathy
Replying you, my honesty
Listing you, my duty
So I am here...
With you...
For you...
Always
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