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Abstract. The paper aims to do a comparative study of Premchand's Shtaranj Ke Khiladi and its cinematic adaptation by Satyajit Ray. Politics of Language and Cultural. Representation: Premchand's “Shatranj ke. Khilari” in Translation*. Munshi premchand (–) published his Hindi short. download Shatranj Ke Khiladi (Hindi Edition): Read 7 Kindle Store Reviews - site. com.


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Games play a key role in both Premchand's fiction ‘Shatranj Ke Khiladi’ () and Satyajit Ray's film Shatranj Ke Khiladi () and are related with chess players. This chapter examines the various games played in Ray's Shatranj Ke Khiladi and the consequence of these games. ronaldweinland.infope: application/pdf ronaldweinland.info: Hindi ronaldweinland.infoher: ronaldweinland.info : Shatranj Ke Khiladi ronaldweinland.info: Book. ronaldweinland.info SHATRANJ ke Khilari (The. Chess Players) stands in singular isolation as the only full-length feature film in Hindustani in the oeuvre of the late Satyajit Ray.

Shelves: mmxvi , classicus , kindle , historical , india-indian I fell in love with this story when I had watched its film adaptation by none other than Satyajit Ray. The whole atmosphere of Lucknow at the height of its cultural glory, under the reign of Nawab Wajid Ali Shah and its eventual annexation by the British forces was extremely fascinating. Neither was I not impressed with the irony that forms the basic back bone of this short story. However the fault for not being able to appreciate the reading of this masterpiece lies solely on me. I will blame I fell in love with this story when I had watched its film adaptation by none other than Satyajit Ray. I will blame it on my ignorance of Urdu alfaz, which were predominantly used in dialogues by the characters, to obviously signify the region and the period during which the incident takes place.

But this game is evil.

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The person playing it never prospers. A misfortune is bound to fall upon such a house. So much so that we have seen whole neighbourhoods being ruined one after the other. Everyone in the neighbourhood is talking about it.

What can I do? They had begun to foresee many unhappy consequences. When our aristocracy is behaving in this manner, God alone can save the country. This kingdom will be ruined because of this game. People were being robbed in broad daylight. There was no one who could listen to their complaints. All the wealth from the countryside was being sucked into Lucknow and blown on prostitutes, buffoons and in sensual pleasures.

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The blanket of debt to the English Company was becoming wetter and heavier every day. Because of the absence of good administration taxes were not being collected fully. Newest strategies were being charted, newest castling moves devised. There would be arguments and accusations, but soon the two friends would be reconciled. Sometimes the game would be terminated midway, and the estranged Mirza sahib would walkout and go home, and Mir sahib would go inside.

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Mir sahib was stunned. What was this? Why these summons? This was no good. He has been summoned. Jagirdari is no fun. I shall come again. I have been ordered to bring him along personally. Mir sahib was terrified. Even I may be summoned.

What else! If we have to go to the battlefield we would meet an untimely death. They should not find us at home.

We can spread our board somewhere on a lonely spot on the bank of Gomti. No one will know. And the fellow will return empty-handed. Nothing can be better than this. All their sense and courage has been eaten away by chess. With a small mat under their arms, holding a box-full of paans the two friends would make their way across the river Gomti to an old deserted mosque that had been built perhaps by Asaf-ud-Daula. On their way they would download tobacco, a chillum and wine; and they would enter the mosque, spread their mats, light their hookah and start playing.

Then they would forget the world. No yogi would be so focused in his meditations as these two. When in the afternoon they felt hungry they would go to an eatery and eat something; smoke their hookah for a while and then restart their play.

Sometimes they would forget even to eat. On the other side, the political situation in the kingdom was deteriorating every day. The city was in a great turmoil. People were fleeing to the villages with their families. But our two players were unconcerned. They wanted to enjoy the benefits from their Jagirs yielding thousands of rupees annually by doing nothing in return. One day both the friends were playing chess sitting in the decrepit mosque.

In the meantime they saw the soldiers of the Company passing by. It was the gora army moving towards Lucknow to capture the city. God be kind. Save your king. There must be some five thousand men. Their faces red like monkeys! One is afraid to look at them. Have you thought how we shall go home if the city is besieged? Here is check. And mate.

A new game was set up. Are you feeling very hungry? People must have eaten and would be sleeping peacefully. Nawab sahib must be having fun in his harem. It was three in the afternoon.

Nawab Wajid Ali had been captured and the army was escorting him to an unknown destination. There was no commotion in the city, and no fighting.

No bloodshed. Nowhere the king of a free country would have been vanquished so quietly, without any bloodshed. It was a form of cowardice on which even great cowards would have shed tears.

The king of a vast country like Awadh was being driven away as a prisoner, and the city of Lucknow was sleeping peacefully. This was the nether of political downfall. Poor Nawab sahib must be shedding tears of blood.

What a painful situation! Here, check again. You are unmoved even after such a great calamity. Oh, poor Wajid Ali Shah! But she rarely got this opportunity because the chess board would already have been laid early in the morning while she was still asleep and the contest would continue late into the night when she had retired to bed.

Begum Sahiba vent her anger on the servants. He wants betel leaf?

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Tell him to fetch it on his own. He doesn't have time for his meals! Go and dump the food on his head - let him eat or feed it to the dogs. In fact, she was not so much against her husband as she was against Mir Saheb. She had nicknamed Mir as "Mir the spoiler".

Possibly, Mirza also never hesitated from shifting all the blame on Mir in order to appear blameless himself. One day Begum Sahiba had a headache. She told the servant to ask Mirza to get some medicines from the doctor.

When the servant girl conveyed the message, Mirza told her to tell the mistress that he was coming immediately. But Begum Sahiba had no patience. She told the girl to go back and tell her master that if he did not make haste then she would go to the doctor by herself. Mirza was playing a very interesting game; he was sure that the next two moves would secure him a win. He was irritated by the pestering of the girl.

Women are very sentimental," Mir reasoned with him. You want me to go because you are on the verge of losing," Mirza replied.

I have thought out a move that is sure to turn the tables. But, go. Do not hurt Begum Sahiba's feelings," Mir said. Mirza: "So you have thought of a move, eh? Then I will go only after checkmating you. First go and listen to what Begum Sahiba has to say. I don't think she has a headache - it is only a ruse to harass me. We can play anywhere here.

When I sat at home she kept on creating trouble. But from now onwards be a little tough with her. Because of this Mir sahib was under the illusion that his wife was very courteous and sober. But when the chessboard was spread in the devan khana and Mir sahib stopped going out, the begum became edgy. Her freedom was curtailed. She hardly had any chance to have a glimpse of the outside. And there was murmuring and whispering among the servants. Up till now they had sat idle, warding off flies.

They were never bothered by guests. But now they had to take orders the whole day. Now to fetch paans, now sweets. They would go and complain to begum sahiba.

Running about to execute orders, our feet are blistered. What sort of a game is this that goes on from morning till evening! It should be enough to play a game for an hour or two. But this game is evil. The person playing it never prospers. A misfortune is bound to fall upon such a house.

Shatranj ke Khiladi

So much so that we have seen whole neighbourhoods being ruined one after the other. Everyone in the neighbourhood is talking about it. What can I do? In the neighborhood there were a few people of the old school. They had begun to foresee many unhappy consequences.

शतरंज के खिलाड़ी [Shatranj ke Khiladi]

When our aristocracy is behaving in this manner, God alone can save the country. This kingdom will be ruined because of this game. And indeed there was great disorder in the kingdom. People were being robbed in broad daylight.

There was no one who could listen to their complaints. All the wealth from the countryside was being sucked into Lucknow and blown on prostitutes, buffoons and in sensual pleasures. The blanket of debt to the English Company was becoming wetter and heavier every day. Because of the absence of good administration taxes were not being collected fully. Newest strategies were being charted, newest castling moves devised.

There would be arguments and accusations, but soon the two friends would be reconciled. Sometimes the game would be terminated midway, and the estranged Mirza sahib would walkout and go home, and Mir sahib would go inside.

Mir sahib was stunned. What was this? Why these summons? This was no good. He has been summoned. Jagirdari is no fun. I shall come again. I have been ordered to bring him along personally. The rider went away. Mir sahib was terrified. Even I may be summoned. What else! If we have to go to the battlefield we would meet an untimely death.

They should not find us at home. We can spread our board somewhere on a lonely spot on the bank of Gomti. No one will know. And the fellow will return empty-handed. Nothing can be better than this. All their sense and courage has been eaten away by chess. From the next day both the friends would leave their homes before dawn.

With a small mat under their arms, holding a box-full of paans the two friends would make their way across the river Gomti to an old deserted mosque that had been built perhaps by Asaf-ud-Daula.

On their way they would download tobacco, a chillum and wine; and they would enter the mosque, spread their mats, light their hookah and start playing. Then they would forget the world. No yogi would be so focused in his meditations as these two. When in the afternoon they felt hungry they would go to an eatery and eat something; smoke their hookah for a while and then restart their play. Sometimes they would forget even to eat. On the other side, the political situation in the kingdom was deteriorating every day.

The city was in a great turmoil. People were fleeing to the villages with their families. But our two players were unconcerned. They wanted to enjoy the benefits from their Jagirs yielding thousands of rupees annually by doing nothing in return. One day both the friends were playing chess sitting in the decrepit mosque. In the meantime they saw the soldiers of the Company passing by. It was the gora army moving towards Lucknow to capture the city.

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God be kind. Save your king. There must be some five thousand men. Their faces red like monkeys! One is afraid to look at them. Have you thought how we shall go home if the city is besieged? Here is check. And mate. The army marched away.

A new game was set up. Are you feeling very hungry? People must have eaten and would be sleeping peacefully. Nawab sahib must be having fun in his harem. Both of them set up another game.