The Modern Shalabudha

The old man was coming to a small town like Sambalpur. He was a villager and dressed with ordinary clothes in hand holding a Putuli or Buchka. A thief was stole his buchka forcefully. He lost his buchka and went to police station for affairs. Here is the story start now and casting started. Police Inspector Mr Karkara Singh was laughing for this joke of Oldman and said Are you a fool? I think you are a joker. You are giving affairs for this small thing for buchka not for a bigger one. Is that buchka(cloth bag) your golden bowl or bag of money. Laughed and laughter a loudly again and again. 

The old man name Shala Sa Buddha told that is more important than gold and money. The symbol of a poor old man which protected me from cold and my umbrella from hot and rain. A storm for a stranger had lost my valuable lesson I learned from nature as behavior. 

Can you return my golden time nothing. Something is better than nothing. May be I have no money and golden bowl but I have a little breakfast.

Police said oh know! That food is important. I can't help you. 

He left... 

He went to collector's office and explained all story. The collector said are you a mad or making fake story. This is the time that you return your home not waste my time. For foot for buchka I can't do for you nothing. 

The old man had came to town to meet collector. He understood this is the time to say something for his village and backwards villagers. 

Sir, food for poor is necessary not for me but for my villagers. Sir, clothes for poor, home for villagers, road for people, agriculture for farmers is necessary not for my selfishness. So my buchka is very important but for my journey. 

Oh really I can understand your aim Mr Shala Buddha. 

The buchka is my real education. That's the work to find out the worst and solve it first a solution. 

I'm giving orders to police they must search your buchka and punishment should be given to the thief. 

Please come with me. I'm going to your village to solve all problems of villagers. 

.............continue 

Episode #2

 

First time of life the old man was sitting on the official van with an office. The collector visited the village named Shalepali. A undeveloped rural village few villagers were lived with fewer house roof covered with grain straw or Khapar (Sambalpuri word). There were no school, no provision of tubewell and no electrification. The road is very poor full of danger and difficult to drive. 

The Collector said- This is your village. Trees are very beautiful and full of green plant. The animals are very nice. 

Old man - Oh ha ha my village just coming near. But my buchhka... without that how can I show my face to my friends?? 

Officer- Oh know! Please forget that small thing. I will give you a bigger one. The world greatest buchhka. (both laughing )

The buchhka, I will give that full of food, full of money, full of love, full of peace for home, full of education to learn for your children and fulfilment of dreams for poor. 

Old man -Oh really sir. Is it possible? A poor man can fulfill his dreams. I'm illiterate, fool and no idea about your mind.

Young Man - Sir Namaskar. Others also bent their head.

Namaskar!Namaskar!!

All the villagers were talking about their problems and all about the difficulty of village life, their past struggling. The collector noted all their problems, he promised to solve all issues.

They enjoyed fest with special food and meat a special song traditionally and dance of local folk dance with music. 

End of dance with young girls and boy. 

The collector returned to the city Sambalpuri. The villagers were giving farewell and coming to the end of village. Waves hand in air and showing good conduct. 

Guest is God. Atithi debo bhaba.