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"I am a door-to-door wanderer. That's right, my whole family. Chief among them is the bear, my black bear. Then my wife and my two cubs. At present, this bear is our home.
This business came to me from my parents. My father was also a dervish. I used to roam with him from village to village as a child. I did not realize when I grew up and how this bear rope came into my hands. Father was tired but still walking with us. Because we don't have a house like this forever. Somewhere in such a wandering, father died. He was set on fire there. "People, this is my sorrow. What a life! We keep walking till our feet hurt. We play when we get to the village. Sometimes when we get well, we feed the bear first. The bear loves all vegetables. But the rider is happy when he gets to eat meat. Bear's favorite thing is 'honey' I feed him a lot of honey on Sanavari.Our four-man Gujran is Bahdha on Vadapavas only when we stay in a village we light three stone hearths and at the same time the boys get bread.

"People, now I'm tired of this nomadic life. But I can't do anything else. I'm completely rustic. I never learned. I grew up with this bear. So all I can do is dance and jump with him. Today's his. I am suffering the punishment. I do not get enough food for one day in the year. People flock to watch the game, applaud the bear's work. But when they turn the plate for money, they run away. Why! I don't believe in some of these amulets, but I make and sell amulets because that's what earns me. A amulet that costs four annas I sell for two rupees.
"Fathers! I have only one request from you. Now I hear that the government is going to start a school for the children of nomads. I want to teach both my children. I don't want them to be dervishes. Is there such a school? My lambs will live there! Then no matter how hard it takes for them, me and my bear will do it. Even to the end, I and I will not leave each other. "Listen, you ignorant children. Let me speak. My eyes are tired of seeing your thousand crimes. Know me not! I am your 'goddess of liberty. How proudly you say that we are citizens of a free country. Then for a moment I was thrilled. Yes, but I was distressed to see you encroaching on the freedom of others.

Some of your brothers risked their lives to receive me. Remember their sacrifice! Remembering them as 'martyrs' for one day in a year does not end your duty towards them. The unfortunate wife of one of my friends who gave her life to get me is today washing four household dishes and somehow feeding herself and her four children. Why do you know this? Mahatmaji worked hard all his life, for what? Why did the freedom fighters wear out by uprooting our world? Sacrificing all his glory, Panditji endured the hard life of imprisonment, for what? Just for me? As it was a holiday, some of us friends went to a friend's village. We felt very comfortable in that quiet village away from the city. There was a great joy in walking far and wide in the open environment. In one such wandering, a shrine was found in a dense forest. Entered the temple out of curiosity and was heartbroken. Because that temple was broken. Not only the temple had collapsed, but the idol inside was also broken. It was easy to see that it must have been the work of some idolater. All my friends were sad. Whose act should this be? Everyone thought. Then a serious voice called out.
"Listen, youths, I answer your question. Who am I? I am the image of 'Ram', the god you believe in. Many years ago, a devotee installed me here. With great devotion, he brought me here from Rajasthan. Bringing artisans from afar, this beautiful A temple was erected. A dense forest was planted around it. The people of the village worshiped me with devotion. I was in glory when all the congregation was chanting Gunya Govinda. Religion, caste, creed did not come in the way. All people are equal to God, so everyone's God is the same. What a great feeling. "Some outsiders started coming to the village. Many new ideas came to the village with them, The crunches started. A fight started, she Grown and sold. My religion belongs to others Everyone felt superior to religion. Then someone A madman made me suffer like this. Rankandan here floors Many people became victims and this temple too "I am a door-to-door wanderer. That's right, my whole family. Chief among them is the bear, my black bear. Then my wife and my two cubs. At present, this bear is our home. This business came to me from my parents. My father was also a dervish. I used to roam with him from village to village as a child. I did not realize when I grew up and how this bear rope came into my hands. Father was tired but still walking with us. Because we don't have a house like this forever. Somewhere in such a wandering, father died. He was set on fire there. "People, this is my sorrow. What a life! We keep walking till our feet hurt. We play when we get to the village. Sometimes when we get well, we feed the bear first. The bear loves all vegetables. But the rider is happy when he gets to eat meat. Bear's favorite thing is 'honey' I feed him a lot of honey on Sanavari.Our four-man Gujran is Bahdha on Vadapavas only when we stay in a village we light three stone hearths and at the same time the boys get bread. "People, now I'm tired of this nomadic life. But I can't do anything else. I'm completely rustic. I never learned. I grew up with this bear. So all I can do is dance and jump with him. Today's his. I am suffering the punishment. I do not get enough food for one day in the year. People flock to watch the game, applaud the bear's work. But when they turn the plate for money, they run away. Why! I don't believe in some of these amulets, but I make and sell amulets because that's what earns me. A amulet that costs four annas I sell for two rupees. "Fathers! I have only one request from you. Now I hear that the government is going to start a school for the children of nomads. I want to teach both my children. I don't want them to be dervishes. Is there such a school? My lambs will live there! Then no matter how hard it takes for them, me and my bear will do it. Even to the end, I and I will not leave each other. "Listen, you ignorant children. Let me speak. My eyes are tired of seeing your thousand crimes. Know me not! I am your 'goddess of liberty. How proudly you say that we are citizens of a free country. Then for a moment I was thrilled. Yes, but I was distressed to see you encroaching on the freedom of others. Some of your brothers risked their lives to receive me. Remember their sacrifice! Remembering them as 'martyrs' for one day in a year does not end your duty towards them. The unfortunate wife of one of my friends who gave her life to get me is today washing four household dishes and somehow feeding herself and her four children. Why do you know this? Mahatmaji worked hard all his life, for what? Why did the freedom fighters wear out by uprooting our world? Sacrificing all his glory, Panditji endured the hard life of imprisonment, for what? Just for me? As it was a holiday, some of us friends went to a friend's village. We felt very comfortable in that quiet village away from the city. There was a great joy in walking far and wide in the open environment. In one such wandering, a shrine was found in a dense forest. Entered the temple out of curiosity and was heartbroken. Because that temple was broken. Not only the temple had collapsed, but the idol inside was also broken. It was easy to see that it must have been the work of some idolater. All my friends were sad. Whose act should this be? Everyone thought. Then a serious voice called out. "Listen, youths, I answer your question. Who am I? I am the image of 'Ram', the god you believe in. Many years ago, a devotee installed me here. With great devotion, he brought me here from Rajasthan. Bringing artisans from afar, this beautiful A temple was erected. A dense forest was planted around it. The people of the village worshiped me with devotion. I was in glory when all the congregation was chanting Gunya Govinda. Religion, caste, creed did not come in the way. All people are equal to God, so everyone's God is the same. What a great feeling. "Some outsiders started coming to the village. Many new ideas came to the village with them, The crunches started. A fight started, she Grown and sold. My religion belongs to others Everyone felt superior to religion. Then someone A madman made me suffer like this. Rankandan here floors Many people became victims and this temple too There was a breakdown. Since then people have been roaming here are not I am open because you are here done was a breakdown. Since then people have been roaming here are not I am open because you are here done