1. Introduction to Ahmed Nadeem Qasmi and the Setting of Kambelpur
The delightful, humorous, and deeply philosophical story titled 'Jalebis' is authored by the eminent Pakistani poet, journalist, and literary master Ahmed Nadeem Qasmi (1916–2006), beautifully translated from the original Urdu by Sufia Pathan. Renowned across South Asia for his compassionate understanding of human foibles, rural innocence, and gentle social commentary, Qasmi crafts an unforgettable autobiographical episode from his early school days. For Class 8 Bihar Board students, this chapter is both an entertaining romp through childhood temptation and a profound moral meditation on conscience, prayer, and the necessity of human labor.
The story takes place many decades ago in Kambelpur (a historic town now known as Attock, located in the Punjab province of Pakistan). In those days, currency possessed enormous purchasing power; a single rupee was a substantial sum that could feed an entire family, and school fees were measured in modest annas and rupees. The narrator, young Munna, was a student in the fifth standard at the local government school. He was an exemplary pupil: well-dressed, coming from a respected, religious family, possessing a clean attendance record, and enjoying the academic honour of receiving a prestigious monthly scholarship of four rupees.
2. The Four Silver Rupees in the Pocket
On a bright morning, Munna walked to school with four crisp, solid silver rupees jingling in his pocket. These coins were earmarked for an essential administrative purpose: paying his monthly school fees and the school fund to his teacher, Master Ghulam Mohammed. Under normal circumstances, the financial transaction would have been completed during the morning roll call without incident. However, when Munna entered the school, he discovered that Master Ghulam Mohammed was on leave for the day, and the fees would consequently be collected the following morning.
Throughout the morning classes, the four silver coins rested quietly in Munna's pocket, their metallic presence reassuring him of his security. But when the final school bell rang at midday and Munna stepped out of the school gates into the bustling town bazaar, the situation took an extraordinary, psychological turn. In the oppressive heat of the afternoon, the sweet aroma of boiling sugar syrup and frying dough drifted across the street from a confectioner's shop (halwai). At that exact instant, the coins in Munna's pocket seemed to wake up, stir, and begin an audible conversation!
3. The Anthropomorphic Temptation: Coins That Talk
Ahmed Nadeem Qasmi employs a brilliant literary technique by personifying the silver coins, transforming them into living characters that embody the seductive voice of sensory appetite. As Munna passed the halwai's shop, he noticed a towering mound of fresh, hot, crisp jalebis sizzling in a massive iron kadai filled with boiling ghee. The syrup glistened like liquid amber in the sunlight.
The coins in his pocket began to jingle and clink against each other. In those days, silver rupees were not paper notes; they were heavy, pure metal coins that produced a rich, musical ring whenever they touched. But to Munna's hyper-active imagination, they were not merely making accidental metallic noises—they were actually speaking to him in articulate, persuasive sentences: 'Look at those jalebis! They are so fresh, crisp, and dripping with sweet syrup! What are you waiting for? Fresh jalebis are made to be eaten, and money is made to be spent!'
4. The Initial Defense of Conscience
Munna was not an ordinary, reckless street urchin; he was a conscientious boy who valued his moral standing and family prestige. Shocked by the unholy suggestion coming from his own trousers, Munna reached into his pocket, grabbed the four coins in his fist, and squeezed them tightly to silence their chatter. He delivered a stern, virtuous lecture to his money:
"Stop talking nonsense! I am a good boy from a noble family. I have never stolen, and I have never spent fee money on food. Master Ghulam Mohammed is a very strict teacher, and if he finds out, he will beat me with his cane until my skin turns black! Besides, God provides plenty of sweets for me at home. Why should I ruin my character for a few pieces of fried dough?"
For a few paces, virtue triumphed. The coins remained silent under the iron grip of his fist, and Munna marched resolutely down the road toward his home, convinced that his moral education had successfully vanquished the vulgar demon of culinary greed.