Literary Committee was present in a room. A poet took entry for the interview by keeping aside the veil of the door. One member of the committee asked indicating him to sit “How many books have you written, Sir?” “Three books, on diverse aspects of life”. “Very Good” One member said whose eyes were showing naughtiness :

That member again asked “How much amount of literary award would you like to win?” The poet said “It should be of at least twenty thousands rupees.”

“Its all right, first, submit rupees fifteen thousands to the committee. Your wish will be fulfilled.”

“For what, Sir?” When the poet asked, the committee members answered. “Its biggest part will go in the pocket of respectable president and remaining part we will distribute among ourselves and you will earn rupees five thousands easily. Not only this, your fame will speead in the literary world.” The poet said, “No, no, never This is utter corruption. Look, I am a poet. I want to uproot the corruption while you are advising me to make it four times. I am not going to provide you a pie. Do your understand?”

The mouth of the member became red in anger like a bulldog and he cried, “You call it corruption. We are providing you fame as a poet for free and you are refusing our share. You can go now. Don’t waste our time.”

The bell inside again rang. The second person again took entry. The members welcomed him. The poet said, “I have written fifteen books inspite of that I have not got recognition due to the corruption of literary committee.”

The members gazed the faces of each other for a moment and then made serious faces. Then one member said laughingly “We praise for your courage and straightforwardness. Friend, but you are on wrong. There is no such thing. How much amount of award you want?” ”Only of thirty thousand rupees or more.”

“It is not a big thing to win such splendid award. But you have to submit first rupees twenty-five thousands which will be our commission. We will recommend and you will be awarded desired award in every condition.” The poet astonishingly looked towards the members and then answered, “What a useless thing it is, sheer blemish. I shall never do this corruption is going on here.”

“Corruption is going on” All the members cried all to get her. At that time one member took off his cap. He was bald. He scratched his head for a moment with his fingers and then keeping through the thin glasses of his specks—

“We have read your books, these do not contain anything special, there is not a bit which can be called praise worthy and so much boast which has no end. You have written what except garbage which has no head and no feet. We can not help you : Please go away from here. Let another person come in. “The poet came out of the room and muttered.” “We know that you provide literary award to your relatives, friends and familiar persons. Every one of you will die.” Once again another author took entry, then he said, “I have written fifty books of plays, poems, short stories and novels, my hair have become grey by writing, I have seen many more things in the world. Please provide me recongmition.”

“Very good! We have studied your every book. Indeed, your creations are the best. Which type of literary award would you like to win in the form of cash or gold medal?” “Sir, I want to win a gold medal?”

“No doubt, you are worthy of it, but a gold medal costs at least fifty thousand rupees. That will be the fee of our recommendation. You will win gold medal. Do not worry a bit. Your name will be published with your photograph in all the newspapers and you will be praised everywhere : you will be famous in one night you are indeed worthy of it.”

The author was surprised every member of the committee looked to him hypocrite and corrupt but he answered humbly, “No, Sir, this is dishonesty, utter dishonesty. That money I cannot give to you. I used to think that literary award will be provided after evaluating the books inplace of greasing the palms of the members of the committee.”

“You can go” This time president jokingly said, “you are dreaming to win the gold medal for your useless and rubbish work. You have written everything against corruption. Perhaps you are not able to see nothing except corruption. Your books are worthy to be thrown inside the dustbin. We are helpless, utter helpless. We cannot understand bargaining give from one hand and take from another hand. You looked a miser. We have never seen such a person of narrow thinking.”

The another blazed in anger and then he came out. He started crying full throatedly “We know everything. You bring the books of your relatives, friends and familiar persons secretly for literary awards and after awarding them you spread their names in the world. This is the reason there is not any kind of advertisement for literary awards so that senior able talents will not get a chance and there will be your monopoly. Now we are able to know your mean activities.” At that time a poem came running to the author and spoke weaving his moustache with pride, “why are you making noise in this way? After all this is not a market of fish. This is office you look a well read person. At least show some etiquette. Spit your anger. Sir, this is not good for you.”

In the end a woman pricture story writer came whose beauty attracted every member and every one welcomed her. She sat on the chair and then spoke laughingly “Sir, I made so many pictures which have been displayed and praised in every corner of the world. All the distinguished critics of the world have commented whose cuttings I have attached with my application and I have sent these to the committee.” Yes, yes, we have seen your creations and read reviews which are appreciable which award would you like to win gold medal or cash?” One member asked with hypocrite laugh.

“I need both, if possible.” She said.

“Yes, yes, why not. You need many more then that.

Where were you uptill now? After all we have searched you. This is the thing of worth congratulation. Thirty thousands rupees for gold medal and twenty thousands for cash awards. In this way you have to submit first fifty thousands rupees and you will get both these awards.”

After hearing all this she was astonished for a moment. Then she spoke angrily. “What do you mean? I am not able to understand anything.”

“The meaning is clear. You will be awarded with both the awards. Your name will be placed among the top most artists of picture story writers and in this way every one will know about you. “One member answered. After that every member supported him by saying yes.”

“I can not do all this. I do not want this award, you cunnings. I shall complain about this to the concerned officer. I shall provide you all a lesson. Now I am able to know about you all. I shall not leave you now.”

The president laughed in a loud manner and then spoke silently “Silence, Silence! Your face looks more attractive can abuse us as much as you can. We shall welcome all of your abuses which will spring from your beautiful lips. You can go anywhere. To whom you will complain and who will listen your complain. Our persons are everywhere. They will remove every complain. Even the newspapers are not going to publish your complain, after all where are these papers so free? Those persons are in our hands where is press fearless and straight forward and more than that all editors are our friend. Do not threaten us about these things. It is not easy for you to play such a dangerous game last everything will become against you.”

Women picture story writer astonished hearing all this. She disappointed to hear all these things. She cried in anger like a wounded tigeress “It they are all chips of the same block then the talents of our country will be trampled in this manner. But remember. One day will certainly come, when …..