Shrikant (Vol.1) by Sharat Chandra Upadhyay | Classic Hindi Novel

As I sit down to recount this chapter of my nomadic life, standing in the waning hours of my life, I cant help but think of so many things. I grew old this way from childhood. Hearing constant snickers from everyone, family and stranger, I couldnt imagine my life as anything but a giant snicker. But how did this long preface to snickers come to be written in the very dawn of life? After so long, as I recount those forgotten stories, it suddenly seems that this snicker wasnt as big as people made it out to be. I feel like God doesnt even give the one he pulls right into the middle of his strange creation the opportunity to pass the test by being a good boy. Many people, riding in carriages and palanquins, dont even bother to travel with the entourage and publish it under the name of a story. Perhaps they impart a little wisdom, but the sensual mind doesnt call it wisdom. Therefore, their tendencies are so incoherent and absurd, and their objects of vision and desires naturally become so erratic that a description of them would likely bring the intelligent to tears. Afterward, how that spoiled boy, disrespected and neglected, becomes evil under the pull of evil people, is pushed and stumbled upon, and one day, unknowingly, with the bag of infamy slung over his shoulder, disappears unnoticed for a long time.