Here is Prem Chand’s short story Bade Bhai Sahib translated by me. MY ELDER .. a very good translation of prem chandjis bade bhai sahab. Read Bade Bhai Sahab book reviews & author details and more at Bade Ghar Ki Beti by Munshi Prem Chand (Vishv Books) Paperback Rs.

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Chaitanya Sethi rated it really liked it May 06, Only this much, that I should complete my daily tasks, to avoid any humiliation in the class. Whatever you have said is true, and you have every right to say it. Not because they have given us life but because they have, will always have, a far greater experience of the world. Even then I am stuck in each class for two or three years.

After all, a man should have some sense of his status.

Bade Bhaisahab – Elder Brother Munshi Premchand | Sudhir Raikar –

Somehow, I tugged along, my daily routine intact. If they had asked me I would have suggested a million. He let go all premchanc to pull my ears and generally kept off me.

I was happy being a dullard but god save me from this struggle… But all tension vanished the next moment to make way for some fresh resolve All of a sudden I came face to face with Bhai Sahib, who was perhaps returning from the market.

If I was being run down like this after having passed, I might have been made to give up my life, had I failed.


He was studious by nature, and always remained glued to his books. What do we see? Anonymous September 15, at 2: To premvhand whatever you study. And gone were all oaths, all resolve … The annual results were out. They want students to cram everything word for word, and this bhao has been called education. Thanks for telling us about the problem. But now he was no more the same brother I knew. Kamlesh Kushwah marked it as to-read Jun 28, His works depict a rationalistic outlook, which views religious values as something that allows the powerful hypocrites to exploit the weak.

The bouncing football, the fervor of Kabbadi, and the pace of volleyball all pulled me back to the playground.

Sometimes, perhaps hade refresh his mind, he would draw images of birds or dogs or cats on the margins of his books. Himanshu marked it as to-read May 18, Ravan was the master of the whole earth. I felt far freer.

Alisha29 rated it really liked it Feb 20, Mar 12, Shalini Sinha rated it it was amazing Shelves: Common sense has it say what you have to premchadn lines and move ahead in life. And at the end he had drawn the face of a man. He wanted to lay a very solid foundation so that a magnificent sahba could be raised upon it. I was nine and he was fourteen.

There are umpteen plays, fairs, cricket matches every day, have you ever seen me taking a break. I followed suit, pacing after him. It is mind boggling. His novels describe the problems of the poor and the urban middle-class. One pleasant evening, I set about running after colorful kites.


The story ends taking a sweet turn when the “Bade Bhai Sahab” lets go of the shackles of his pretensions and joins the younger brother in the kite-flying, a happy reunion. I now began to take an undue advantage of his lenience. I can read your mind all right.

Even I was surprised. One more year premhcand we could end up in the same grade. You are intelligent, undoubtedly so, but what use is intelligence if it destroys your self- esteem!

Bade Bhai Sahab ( बड़े भाई साहब )

He jumped and caught hold of the loose end of the prdmchand. Our mission was to prechand as many fallen kites as we could. Karishma Chopra is currently reading it Nov 07, Short story bby a glimpse of satire on Indian education.

Paperback24 pages. Really found it hard to understand it in the school text. After all, he upbraids me for my own good. Yes, I have flunked but I am still your elder brother and I know the world better. My dear fellow, this is just the beginning. Many great gods were his humble servants. My eyes were turned upwards and riveted on the air traveller that was reeling gently towards its downfall, like a disembodied soul descending from heaven to assume a new identity.

There was time when people would become naib tehsildars after passing class eight. He earns one thousand rupees.