For him Adha Gaon ” is the story of time passing through Gangauli. This is the story of the dreams and courage trapped in these changing. Adha Gaon. By Rahi Masoom Raza Tranlated to ‘A Village Divided ‘ by Gillian Wright. For Raza, Adha Gaon ”is the story of time passing through Gangauli. Originally published in Urdu as ‘Aadha Gaon’, A Village Divided is written by Dr Rahi Masoom Reza (better known as a script-writer, who also.

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He plans to render a world, first in equilibrium, then in crisis. The greatness of this book are its characters.

Caferati read-meets and local events: So to him home was Gangauli. That was why he refused to let the touts of these arriviste nations, Hindustan and Pakistan, dislodge him from Gangauli. I went back home and found him relaxing in the lawn after a sumptuous lunch.

Keep in touch with Caferati members in your city. But he had never been there so he couldn’t think of it as home because a place becomes home through the passing of time, a developing of affection and familiarity. Thank you for this! Rahi Saheb had written that story. For the writers whose work features on this blogzine, leave comments. Shall look out for it in bookstores!


It is a classic most definitely. The greatest crisis of all was Partition, and as it approached in the book I braced myself for the pathos that I knew would surely follow.


The Saiyids squabbled and played and extravagantly mourned the martyrdom of Hussain during Moharram. This dream of the Hakim Sahib didn’t last long, however, as a train axha have needed acres of land for its stable. The precise understanding of complex situations by seemingly simple and innocent village folks.

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He laughed aloud and his laughing face got etched in my memory forever. I’ve lived in UP, I know those places, I know the people That sounds like an awesome book. For him Adha Gaon ” The novel opens in the autobiographical first person and then switches interestingly to a third person narrative which flits impartially from one character to the next in a cast so large that it’s impossible to keep track of everyone.

I gapn reached this post while searching for “aadha gaon” on the web. The original is a masterpiece, a tour de force, layered, entertaining and insightful. I took my textbook to him and asked him can he autograph his chapter. When I mentioned at school that I am related to him and he is a guest at home these days, people didn’t believe it.

I was dissappointed with Gillian Wright’s translation. All posts are the intellectual property of the original authors, and are reproduced here with permission. The author was one of these Saiyids and in this novel he takes us home.

However, Adhz feel that the English translation stunts its stature.

If you want to use a full post, please ask permission from the author concerned. Early in the novel Reza tells us that his ancestral home was, strictly speaking, Thekma Bijauli, his paternal grandfather’s village in Azamgarh.


I will not go. And I will give no one the right to say to me: Join up for read-meets in these cities: But unfortunately he wasn’t alive till then for me to say thank you and to tell him as to how he inspires till date to bring out these little tales tucked in the recesses of my brain. The absence of mawkishness has something to do with the task Reza has set for himself.

Selected by Annie Zaidi Tell us what you didn’t like in the comments. Now share the story Too bad. I scratched my head and said, ‘you don’t have to be big to do big things! Because to go would have been to forsake the singularity of his own life and to live at second-hand, a history written by others. That, and the way the author described the women, their emotions, their thoughts are a hallmark of the novel.

Capturing a difficult idiom. He smiled and signed my textbook and then he asked me what have I learnt from this story. And I narrated the whole tale. Please note that to see the adh Original Posts, you must be a member of Ryze and Caferati, and be signed in when you click.