Cuckoo boy

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 While studying in the sixth grade, I had a variety of classmates. There was a boy named Harbans, whose work was unique. When he did not understand the question, then he would drink in the ink of the drink. Someone had kept saying that drinking black ink makes sense. Masterji got angry and started raising his hand and shouted in a loud voice - "killed! Masterji has killed!" He shouted so loudly that the leaders of the surrounding tribes came out, what happened. Master G can do it by stopping and hands down. If  he started banging him, Harbans stuck directly to him and said in a  loud voice: "Now please forgive me! You are a king! You are Akbar,  great! You are the Emperor Ashoka! You are my father! Yes, grandfather, grandfather! 

The boys started laughing at the class and Masterji jumped and left them beaten. It was that Harbans. Each  day, the frog from the garden brings grip and says that if the frog fat  is applied on the hand, then Masterji's cane has no effect. The hand does not know that the cane is lying.

There was another classmate ... Bodhraj. We were all afraid of this. When he twisted, it seems as if the snake has dug. There was a big kid's boy When  Barre sat on the alley of the street, he grabbed the bar with a bare  hand and took out his sting, and then tried to blow the thread in the  scarf of Barre and fly it like a kite. If  you go to the garden, you catch a butterfly sitting on the flower and  in the second moment you put a mascara between the fingers. If you do not want to touch the pin in the fluttering butterfly, then put the pin in your clip. 

 It was said that if the bishops were bitten by Bodhar, then the scorpions would die. Bodharaj's blood is so bitter that he does not feel anything All the time, he would have been in his hands and his goal was accurate. On the birds nests, he was particularly pleased. Standing  under the tree, he used to make such a target the birds 'hearings' were  heard and the straws and thigels from the nests broke down and  scattered in the air, or they had a nest in the tree and climbed The nests Brings out the eggs as long as he did not break the nests

He never understood any such game Bodharaj's mother also used to call him a monster. Bodhar roams keeping things in pockets, sometimes the child of the mana, or the kind of egg, or barbed twitch rat. All the students were afraid of him If there was a fight with anyone, then Bodhar Ki Kharte ki bash thi Khat, or cut his hands. After school, we will go to our homes, but where did Bodharaj go? 

 Sometimes he tells us a variety of tales. One day he started saying, "There is a cowher in our house. Do you know what is it?" "Otherwise, what is going on?"
"Goah is an animal like snake, tall, tall, but has feet, eight toes and no snake legs." We got sick 

 "Our house is under the stairs," she said, "whatever he takes with his claws, he never leaves it, nothing will leave him." We got sick "The  thieves keep the goah, they use the goah to trap the wall, they tied  the rope in one leg of the gohah, then the wall that is torn, throws the  rope and throws it over the wall. As  soon as the goose takes hold of the wall with its claws, his claw is so  strong that even ten people can drag the rope, then Goh does not leave  the wall. Thieves break through the walls of the rope . "

"Then how does the wall leave you?" - I asked. "The thieves give him a little milk after reaching the top, as soon as they drink milk, the paws of goats fall loose." Similar stories from Bodhraj will tell us. Those days my father grew up and we went to a big house and started living. There was no house, there was a bungalow, but old-fashioned and outside the city. The floor is brick, the ceiling is high-height and sloping, the rooms are big, but the holes are like the wall. Outside the open land and trees and plants. The house was good, but the big empty was empty. Due to being away from the city, none of my friends and friends was there. 

 Only then did Bodhraj start coming. Perhaps  he knew that hunting would be good, because there were many birds nest  in the old house and in the courtyard of the house, the monkeys roamed  around and there were two bills of nevals in the bushes outside the  house. There was a large room in the back of the house, in which the mother had filled up the luggage and made the warehouse. There was a tent of pigeons here. Throughout the day, gutter-gum-gutter-gum keeps moving. There was also a manna nest near the broken skylight. The floor of the floor and broken nests should be scattered on the floor.

Bodharaj came and I would go out to roam with him. Once he brought a brooding rat, which was scared when I saw black spots and thorn hair. Mother did not like walking with my Bodhraj, but she knew what I would have done in the house alone. Mother also used to call her a monster and she used to explain that she did not bother poor animals. One  day the mother said to me- "If your friend enjoys breaking nests, then  tell him to clean the nest from our warehouse. The birds have kept the  room very dirty." But mother only said that you It breaks the nests, sins it. "" I just say that I killed birds. It runs a catapult on the birds, kills them. The nest is another thing to do. " 

 When Bodharaj came to the house, I took a turn around the house and took him to the backyard to the warehouse. The lock was locked in the warehouse. We went inside the lock and went inside. The evening was getting dark and there was a shadow in the warehouse. When I arrived in the room, I felt as if we had reached the den of an animal. Bala's boo and scattered feathers and beats of birds on the floor.

Ask the truth so I'm scared. I  thought, even here Bodharaj will play his abhorrent hunt; he will break  the nests, break down the birds, break their eggs, do all those things  which caused my heart to panic. Why did not the mother say that take it to the warehouse and tell that clean the nests from the warehouse. I used to forbid playing with it, and now I have said that break nests.

When  I looked towards Bodhaj, he had taken control of the catapult and was  looking at the main nest under the roof with a big leap. The  molded roofs of the warehouse were made of tricycles, two slopes were  sloping down and a long purlin was inserted across the room. There was a big nest near the broken rosemary on this beam, from which we saw the straws, rui and the hanging thigels. It was Maine's nest. The pigeons were separating gutter-gum-gutters on the other side and on the other side they were grazing on the chest wall. 

 "There are children of myna in the nest" - Bodharaj said and took control of his gulal.
Only then did the yellow pale nails of small children appear glimmers in the nest. 

 "See?" - Bodharaj was saying - "This is mystical myna, I do not make a  nest here." Their parents must have been separated from their convoy  and came here to make nests.

"Where are their parents?" - I asked.

"Chuggah has taken a lot, it will be coming soon."
I wanted to stop him from doing the slingshot on the nest. But then the sound of the flurry of Bodharaj came out, and after that the sound of loudness came. The slugan pebble was not going directly from the nest to the ceiling, where the sheets of tin were engaged.

Both beak disappeared somewhere between the nest and then it could come. It seemed as if the 

children of Mena had been silent. 

 Only then did Bodhaj kill another one from the Gillal. Now the pebble is made of timber. Used to crack When he missed the two missions, he got upset. Now he has been standing quietly for a while. At  the same time, when the children of Manna raised the beak again and  started peeping out of the nest, at the same time, Bodhaj did a third  war. Now the pebbles are on the edge of the nest. Three-four straws and cotton groats were flown and scattered and started coming towards the floor. But the nest did not fall. BODHARJ once again took control of the gulal. Then there was a terrible shake in the room. We looked up and saw. Light coming from the skylight usually covered. On the aisle of the skylight, sitting on a large eagle was sitting. We both started looking at him with a jerk. The eagle sitting in the skylight looked terrible. 

 "It will be the nest of the eagle, the eagle is returned to its nest." I said. 

 "No, how can the nails of the eagle be here? The eagle makes its nest on the trees, it is myna nest." At that time, there was a lot of noise in the nests. Sitting in the nest, fluttering and yelling at the child's mother.
Both of us stood upset, to see what the eagle would do now. Both of us were looking at the gaze towards the eagle.

The eagle came in from Roshanadan. He had reconciled himself on him and descended from the skylight and came down on the chest of the Godown. He shakes his little head, sometimes right and sometimes he sees the left. I was silent. Bodharaj was silent, did not know what he was thinking.

The voice of the bridegroom was coming from the nests, but it was more than ever before. Myna's children were scared badly 

 "It will come here everyday" - Bidraj said. 

 Now I understand why the wings and meat pots are lying on the floor everywhere. Surely every day, kills the eagle will be jumping on the nest. The fragments of flesh and blood will fall from the beak on this occasion.

Bodharaj was still looking at the greedy eagle. Now  the eagle gradually started moving toward the nest running on the flank  and started flapping and screaming on the child's son sitting in the  nest. Ever since the eagle was sitting on the cover, my children were being screamed. Bodharaj was still being considered towards idolatrous eagle.

I got nervous I  repeatedly said in my mind- "What difference does it make, if the eagle  kills the children of Mana, or does Bodhaj kill her with a catapult? If  the eagle did not come, then by this time, Bodhaj would have dug mya's  nest .

At that time, Bodhaj picked up the slingshot and directed a direct target on the eagle. 

 "Do not tease the eagle, it will blossom over you." I said to Bodharaj. 

 But Bodraj did not listen to me and he started slaying. The eagle did not hit. The pebble collided with the roof and fell down and the eagle spread out its wings and began to stare at the head. "Let's get out of here." - I'm scared
Said the tax.

"No, if we go away, the eagle will eat the children."

"I felt a bit overwhelmed by the words of his mouth. He himself had brought the catapult to break the nest.

Bodharaj made another point. But  the eagle lifted from that girdle and floated on the inside of the  warehouse, floating on it, cutting it half a circle and going back to  the chest. The children sitting in the nest were being treated equally. 

 Bodhar  ji jatal jatale jumal gave me and pocket five-seven pebbles and put  them on my palm ... "You slaughter the eagle, run it, do not let it  sit." He  said and ran himself and handed a broken chair on the table which was  placed along with the wall and then lifted up on the table and stood on  the chair from there. Then  Bodhaj picked up both hands, as he made his balance, he slowly lifted  the nest from both hands and then slowly got down from the chair and  came to the table and jumped up the nest. Put it

"Come on, come out." ... he said and dragged towards the door. We came to the warehouse. There was only one big door in the garage and a small window in the wall. There was also a purlin of wood across the garage. 

 "The eagle can not reach here." - Bodhraj said and he started looking around. 

 In a short while, the children of Mena in the nest went silent. Bidharaj climbed the box and started peeping at the house of Mena at the nest. I  thought, would raise both the children together by raising their hands,  as they used to do often, even if they were pocketing and roaming  around them. But he did not do anything like that. He continued peeping inside the nest for a long time and then said, "Bring a little water, they are thirsty.

They will pour water into droppings. "

I went out and brought a little water to a bowl. Both boys and girls were picking up the beak. Bodhar poured dried water in his beak and refused to touch the children nor did he touch them.

How can these children's parents reach here? I asked.

"They will come from this window, they will find them by themselves."

We have been sitting in the garage for a long time. Bidhar continued to make a long time to stop the skylight, so that the eagle could never enter the warehouse. That evening he kept talking about the eagle. On  the second day when Bodhraj came to my house, neither he had been in  his hands and had brought a lot of puffs in his pockets, but not many  pockets in the pocket, and both of us kept chugs of the children of  Maena and watched their feats. 

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