A young man named Stubh got off his bike, parked the bike in the shade of a tree in front of the shop, lifted two heavy bags hanging on the handle, lowered his head, walked slowly up the alley of a shop. Addressing the shopkeeper who was a regular customer, he said, 'Jai Jinendra, Sethji. I have brought all the items as per your order. Biscuits, soap, toothpaste, shoe polish, plastic containers, handicraft items and everything else. You see the goods and count them.' Although the shopkeeper was a trader, he was neither a listener nor a salesman. Tamasi was a man of vindictive nature belonging to the fighting community of a heady area of Rajasthan's Bharatpur district. He used to run a small shop in a room of the house and deal in daily use items. There was good agriculture, which was handled by his six sons. The shop owner Durjansingh said, 'What is there to look at and what is there to count? Who has the courage to cheat this Durjan Singh? Put the bags in the shed behind. You will get the money next month.' Kaustubh was well aware of Durjan Singh's nature, that is why Zazi avoided tongue twisters. He quietly took the bags and placed them in the warehouse at the back of the shop. To do this he had to circumambulate Durjan Singh's house. Just as Kaustubh left the bag and went to return, a very soft voice sounded in his ear, 'Are you a Jain?' Kaustubh raised the fish, there was a girl in her twenties standing in front of her. Monkala used to say that it must be Durjan-Duhita. A line of pride appeared in Kaustubh's eyes as he answered, 'Yes, I am a Jain. I am the child of Lord Mahavir. I am an ordinary listener carrying austerity, restraint and vitraga.' 'Why do you always walk with your head bowed?' The girl quipped, 'What sin have you committed that you are ashamed to walk with your head up?' 'I have not sinned, I walk with my head bowed down so that no sin is committed. Our Jinshasha considers violence against even microscopic beings as a sin. I make sure that no life is crushed under my feet even by mistake. Kaustubhe replied with a ringing voice. Hearing his raised voice, the girl's mother rushed from the house, 'Who is behind? Talkin' to who, Kandi?' Kandi aka Kandika got scared. Placing a finger on his nose, motioning to Kaustubh to be quiet, he quickly spoke what he had to say, 'Jain Chone? Do you believe in non-violence? So can you save my life? My father has fixed my marriage with a rich young man of our society. I don't like it. Our society is a murderous society. A youth among us who does not eat Gutkha is considered a madman, one who does not drink liquor is considered a woman and one who does not fight is called a Narmad. Are you coming on this day next month? I will be ready. Either you drive me away, or I will give up my life.' A true incident that happened in Nadbai taluka of Bharatpur district a few years ago. Only two members in Kaustubha's family; One is himself and the other is his mother. Population of thirty-eight-forty thousand. Son of Jain means no habit of working anywhere. Small or big should have their own business. Buy thousands of items from well-known companies of the country and the world at wholesale prices and sell them in the surrounding villages; Add some profit on everything. One such village is Durjansingh, 28 km from Nadbai. It was located at a distance of m. There happened the incident described above. Kaustubh was shocked. That day, after finishing enough business, he went straight home. Talking to the mother, she cried, 'Mother, today I lost a well-to-do businessman. Now I will never go to that village again.' After hearing everything, the mother, who had full faith in Jinshasan, said, 'You must go to that village once, son. If not for trade then finally to save a daughter's life, you sent Durjan Singh there…' 'Mother, that man is brutal, violent. His sons are also all fanatics. In front of all that, how can an asinhaka like me take zinc? Kaustubh was scared. 'Will be paid as is due. Let us do our duty with non-violence, God will protect you.' After saying this, the mother became engrossed in Pratikramana. A month has passed. Kaustubh took off with bags hanging on the bike, Durjansingh's shop came early! After completing the old account, he picked up the bag and turned towards the warehouse. Kandika was standing waiting. Kandika said, 'I leave the house on any excuse. You stand one kilometer away near five barrels. Everything was quickly said, heard and understood. Thirty minutes later Kaustubh's bike was running towards Nadbai with Kaustubh's 'bai' on the back seat. Chanting the Navakar Mahamantra, the mother blessed Kandika who accompanied her son, 'Be happy! Men with swords, swords and pistols will be coming behind you. Both go somewhere. get married Don't even call me for a month. God protect you.' Within half an hour after Kaustubh-Kandika parted, Dalkatka came up. Three hundred young men and five middle-aged men were brought in by the Lava-Lashkar by firing aerial shots and made the widow cry, 'Where is your son? Present or we will take your life.' 'By killing me, father! I prepare to die if by doing so your daughter is to come back.' The roaring guns lost to the quiet voice of Kaustubh Mana. The army retreated under threat. Weeks passed. Kandika's peers organized a secret seizure around Kaustubh's house. The police had been told: 'Keep a watch' if Kaustubh calls. If we get to know the location of where it is hidden, we will satisfy you.' Two months passed. In such cases the basic issue is ultimately to preserve the image of nobility. If the daughter runs away with someone, it can be kept a secret for a maximum of two-four days, but if more days pass, then the fear of getting lost is also removed. Durjansingh realized that during two months his entire society had come to know about this incident. She also knew that the young man she had found for her daughter was a complete scoundrel and her beloved daughter was going to be unhappy by marrying him. One day he told Kaustubh's mother, 'Call your son and my daughter back. No fear from me. I am a wretch by name, but a gentleman by promise.' } (Caption: Pannyas Shri v. Dhairyasundarji Maharaj.) (Title row: Dr. Dilip Modi)
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