Munshi Premchand’s Idgah is a short story that plays out over the course of a few hours, on the day of Eid. A group of villagers, all dressed in their festive best, walk three kos to the nearest idgah to offer namaaz, to celebrate the festival—and, importantly for the younger and more materialistic of the lot, to revel in the joys that the local mela, set up for the occasion, has to offer. Among those who have gone to the idgah and from there to the fair is Haamid, an orphan between four and five years old. Haamid, who lives with his very poor old Dadi, living a hand-to-mouth existence. Even as Haamid clutches the three paise Dadi has been able to give him to spend today, he watches his friends Mohsin, Mehmood, Nooray and Sammi enjoying themselves, going on the Ferris wheel, buying toys, stuffing themselves with sweets… What will Haamid buy with his precious three paise?
I loved this story. It is a classic example of why Premchand is regarded as one of India’s greatest writers. A short, poignant, empathetic little tale of what it is like to be poor, but not a pathetic tale: never tragic and depressing (on the contrary, it is, in its depiction of the children and their toys, delightfully humorous). Haamid comes across as a very believable child, naïve but also wise in the way children can sometimes be. His interactions with his friends, and the character sketches that emerge from those interactions, are very true of children: rivals one moment, brutally teasing and badgering each other moment, yet swiftly doing an about turn and being caring, loving, best friends the next.
A wonderful little story about love and understanding. As a story almost completely about children, and with children as the main characters, this is a memorable one. Plus, of course, Premchand’s writing is impeccable, his descriptions vivid and unforgettable: “लाखों सिर एक साथ सिजदे में झुक जाते हैं और एक साथ घुटनों के बल बैठ जाते हैं। कई बार यही क्रिया होती है, जैसे बिजली की लाखों बतियां एक साथ प्रदीप्त हों और एक साथ बुझ जाएँ, और यही क्रम चलता रहा।…”