The Game by munshi premchand a short summary
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Answer: Our English-knowing friends may or may not agree, but I must say that gulli-danda is the king of sports. Even today whenever I see boys playing gulli-danda I start rolling in delight and feel like joining them. No need of a lawn, or a shinguard, or a net, or a bat. Just cut a small branch from a tree and chip a small piece off it to make a gulli, and you begin to play even with just two people. The problem with Vilayati games is that their kits are very expensive. Unless you spend at least a hundred rupees you can’t be counted as a player. And here is gulli-danda for which you spend nothing, yet can have all the fun. But we are so enamoured of English things that we have lost all interest in our own. In the schools they charge three to four rupees each year as games fees. But no one thinks of introducing Indian games that can be played without spending anything. The English games are meant for those who have money. Why force these on the poor? True, that a shot of gulli-danda can smash your eye. In the same way a cricket ball can break your head, or damage your ligament, or break your leg. If I still carry a scar on my forehead from gulli-danda, many of my friends have exchanged their bats for crutches. Well, it all depends on your interest. For me it is gulli-danda, and some of my sweetest memories are associated with this game: To come out early in the morning, to climb a tree to cut a few branches and chisel out the gullis and dandas, that excitement and involvement, that drove of players, that batting and fielding, those fights, that innocence in which differences between the touchable and untouchable, between the rich and the poor disappeared, where there was no room for pretension, or display of one’s wealth, or pride – all this would be forgotten only… The family are angry; father is expending his anger on food; mother, who cannot think beyond the household, is of the view that my bleak future is rocking like a sinking boat. And here I am busy sending my opponents on a gulli chase, not caring to wash myself, or eat. A gulli is so small, but it is packed with the sweetness of all the sweets and pleasures of all the shows of the world.
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For me it is gulli-danda, and some of my sweetest memories are associated with this game: To come out early in the morning, to climb a tree to cut a few branches and chisel out the gullis and dandas, that excitement and involvement, that drove of players, that batting and fielding, those fights, that innocence in which
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