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SAADAT HASAN MANTO, HINDI, KAHANIYAN. IdentifierManto-Kahaniyan- Hindi. Identifier-arkark://t1sf86t1f. OcrABBYY FineReader. सआदत हसन मंटो का जन्म- 11 मई, को समराला, पंजाब में हुआ था। आप कहानीकार और लेखक थे। मंटो ने फ़िल्म और रेडियो. The contains top Afsanas of Sadat Hasan Manto-one of the controversial short stories writer. he talked about sex workers and drug peddlers- the topics that.


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He also had the feeling that they came from Toba Tek Singh, his old home. One of the lunatics had declared himself God. As was his habit the man greeted Bishan Singh's question with a loud laugh and then said, "It's neither in India nor in Pakistan.

In fact, it is nowhere because till now I have not taken any decision about its location. But 'God' seemed to be very busy other matters. Had you been a Sikh God, you would have surely helped me out. He had never visited him before.

On seeing him, Bishan Singh tried to slink away, but the warder barred his way. Fazal Din placed his hand on Bishan Singh's shoulder.

Your family is well and has gone to India safely. I did what I could to help. Fazal Din continued: "Your family wanted me to make sure you were well. Soon you'll be moving to India. Tell Balbir that Fazal Din is well. The two brown buffaloes he left behind are well too. Both of them gave birth to calves, but, unfortunately, one of them died. Say I think of them often and to write to me if there is anything I can do.

Why, it is where it has always been. The lists of lunatics who were to be sent over from either side were exchanged and the date fixed. On a cold winter evening truckloads of Hindu and Sikh lunatics from the Lahore asylum were moved out to the Indian border under police escort. Senior officials went with them to ensure a smooth exchange. The two sides met at the Wagah border check-post, signed documents and the transfer got underway.

Getting the lunatics out of the trucks and handing them over to the opposite side proved to be a tough job. Some refused to get down from the trucks. Those who could be persuaded to do so began to run in all directions. Some were stark naked. As soon as they were dressed they tore off their clothes again. They swore, they sang, they fought with each other. Others wept. Female lunatics, who were also being exchanged, were even noisier. It was pure bedlam. Their teeth chattered in the bitter cold.

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Most of the inmates appeared to be dead set against the entire operation. They simply could not understand why they were being forcibly removed to a strange place. Slogans of 'Pakistan Zindabad' and 'Pakistan Murdabad' were raised, and only timely intervention prevented serious clashes.

When Bishan Singh's turn came to give his personal details to be recorded in the register, he asked the official "Where's Toba Tek Singh? In India or Pakistan? The Pakistani guards caught hold of him and tried to push him across the line to India.

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Readers Also Enjoyed. Short Stories. About Saadat Hasan Manto. Saadat Hasan Manto. Saadat Hasan Manto Urdu: The noise grew closer. He glimpsed Mozelle near the next water tank—she was wearing the special loose gown of Jewish women and, with both arms raised above her head, was stretching in such a sexy way that Trilochan felt as though the air itself would shatter.

He coughed loudly. She approached him, and her sandals clapped against the ground. His face began to burn. Mozelle came forward and rubbed the back of her hand against his chin. Then she smiled. But I left that in Deolali. Mozelle pinched his arm.

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No special change had taken place, other than how she looked a little weaker. Is it someone in this building? Trilochan remained silent. Mozelle got up and tickled his beard with all five fingers. When she smiled, Trilochan felt as though he had entered a village butcher shop where the butcher had just cut in two a thick-veined piece of meat.

Then she laughed.

Trilochan wanted to tell Mozelle how much he loved Kirpal Kaur and how he was going to marry her, and how in comparison to her, Mozelle was wanton, ugly, faithless, and unkind. Then I met Kirpal Kaur. I do up my turban in a way so that even one man in a hundred has a hard time telling I cut my hair. Mozelle lifted her long gown and scratched her pale voluptuous thigh.

But look at this stupid mosquito! See how hard it bit me! Trilochan turned his gaze away from her. With her finger Mozelle applied saliva to where the mosquito had bitten her and then let go of her gown and stood up. At that moment Trilochan needed someone to talk to.

Even Mozelle would do. Go get her! You would never understand the delicacy of this situation, the delicacy of any situation. Mozelle banged her sandal against the water pipe. Stupid idiot. We would never have lasted. But screw all that. I know that neighborhood inch by inch.

Come on. Trilochan pushed back some stray hairs. I have to wear it there. Stupid ass! This irritated Mozelle. I wonder if all Sikhs are so stupid. This incensed Mozelle. She writhed in anger, and her breasts twitched and trembled. Trilochan was furious. Mozelle cackled. Go and put on your turban. She began to walk downstairs. Mozelle shook her head. She continued on down, her sandals slapping against the stairs.

Trilochan listened to her reach the last stair, then he smoothed back his long hair and descended towards his apartment. Inside he changed his clothes quickly. His turban was already made up. He fixed it carefully into place, locked the door, and went downstairs. Outside on the sidewalk, Mozelle had her sturdy legs spread wide and was smoking just as a man would. When Trilochan approached, she mischievously blew a mouthful of smoke in his face.

Mozelle smiled. It looks like you still have all your hair. The market was completely deserted. The wind blew so slowly that it seemed as though it too was afraid of the curfew. Lamps were lit but their light seemed sickly. Usually at that hour the streets would spring to life, as the trams started up and people began to come and go, but now it was so quiet it seemed as though no one had ever used this road and never would.

Mozelle was walking ahead. Her sandals clattered against the sidewalk and their noise echoed through the silence. Beneath his breath Trilochan was cursing her for not having taken two minutes to change out of her stupid sandals. Trilochan was so terrified that when a leaf stirred, his heart lurched, and yet Mozelle walked ahead fearlessly, puffing on her cigarette as though she were enjoying a thoughtless stroll.

Trilochan flinched. My sister lives there. The officer accepted. Mozelle took the cigarette from her mouth and extended it toward the officer.

The officer took a drag. It seemed to Trilochan that Mozelle got a strange pleasure from defying the curfew, and it was true that she liked to play dangerous games.

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When they used to go to Juhu Beach, she was a headache. Mozelle forged ahead, and Trilochan followed, surveying from side to side skittishly, fearful that a knife-wielding assailant would spring upon him.

Mozelle stopped abruptly. They set off. Suddenly a man carrying a large brass basin on his head ran into Trilochan, and the basin fell. The man looked Trilochan up and down and realized Trilochan was a Sikh. Quickly, he reached for something inside his waistband, but Mozelle stumbled forward as if in a drunken stupor and rammed into him.

The man withdrew his hand from his waistband and leered lasciviously at Mozelle; then he went up to her and nudged her breasts with his elbow. Enjoy yourself. Mozelle rubbed her breasts. Shit happens. She set off quickly and Trilochan hurried after her. Mozelle started off in that direction. The road was completely empty. The buildings were crammed full of people, but not even the cry of a baby could be heard.

When they approached the alley, they saw something suspicious ahead: After a little while, three men emerged from this building. They glanced back and forth over the sidewalk and then raced into the first building. Mozelle stopped. She motioned to Trilochan to step into the shadows. Mozelle twitched with anger. What has happening was easy to see—something sketchy was going on. When Mozelle saw two men coming from the building on her right carrying gunnysacks on their backs, she quivered with fear—a thick liquid was dripping from the sacks.

Mozelle bit her lips, thinking. In a matter of seconds there were inside the building. Next to the stairs, Trilochan gasped for breath, but Mozelle was just fine. Trilochan ran his tongue over his dry lips. Then she clambered up the stairs, and Trilochan followed her.

Blood stained the stairs, and seeing this, Trilochan went numb. Once he reached the second floor, Trilochan went down the corridor, stopped in front of a door, and quietly knocked.

Ten Rupees and Mozelle: Two Short Stories by Saadat Hasan Manto

Mozelle remained next to the stairs. He knocked again, put his mouth to the door. Mahanga Singhji! The door opened slowly. Trilochan signaled to Mozelle. She came quickly, and both went inside. Mozelle found herself standing next to a skinny, terrified girl, and for a moment Mozelle stared at her. She was very slight and her nose was very beautiful, but she seemed to be suffering from a cold. Trilochan blushed. Kirpal Kaur looked at Trilochan with terrified eyes, and then separated herself from Mozelle.

Then, from the floor above they heard a loud voices and someone crying out as though mixed up in a fracas. Kirpal Kaur was about to answer when Mozelle grabbed her by the arm and dragged her into a corner. Mortified, Kirpal Kaur tried to hide herself behind her arms. Trilochan looked away. Mozelle took off her loose gown and put it on Kirpal Kaur.

Now Mozelle was completely nude.

No, wait! Get out of here.

But then he suddenly stopped and turned toward Mozelle who was standing shamelessly naked. The hairs on her arms were standing on end from the cold.

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Get her out of here. Suddenly from the floor above them, a bunch of men clambered down the stairs. They came up to the door and began to pound on it as if they were going to break it down. I can think of only one thing. Run after me. No one will say anything to her dressed like that.

Trilochan quickly explained everything to Kirpal Kaur. Mozelle yelled loudly, opened the door, rushed out, and fell among the men outside. Trilochan ran after her, and the men gave way. Mozelle blindly raced up the staircase.

She was still wearing her wooden sandals. The men regained their composure and set off after them. Mozelle slipped. She fell down the staircase, hitting each hard stair and ramming against the iron railing.

She landed in the corridor below. Trilochan immediately came back down the stairs. He bent down and saw blood running from her nose, mouth, and ears. The men gathered around them, but none of them asked what had happened. Trilochan shook her arm.

Mozelle opened her big Jewish eyes, red with blood, and smiled.Mozelle shook her head. They came to meet him once a month but ever since the communal riots had begun, his relatives had stopped visiting him. I have to wear it there. He even has his own car. When they approached the alley, they saw something suspicious ahead: None had any friends. Paperback , , pages. To add to it, his numerous court cases and societal rebukes deepened his cynical view of society, from which he felt isolated.