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THE LAST RACE
JAI PRAKASH DANGWAL is highly regarded for his Hindi fiction. Now his
many admirers will be intrigued and enchanted by his English novel
‘The Last Race’.
This work of fiction is based on a sensitive social issue. This is the story
of a family owning a horse farm in India. The family’s dream is to win
a world class horse race, and to groom high breed horses. The book
reflects the value of life through varied characters and incidents.
The novel deserves to be read by all who wish to recognize the complex
workings of the Indian bilingual writer.

—RUKUN ADVANI

‘The Last Race’ is a very interesting story. Once you start reading, it is
difficult to put the book down. There are various emotions including
fear, mystery and suspense very well interwoven by the author. The different
aspects of human nature and characters are very well brought out
in the novel.

The developments in the story are full of surprises and as the story
unfolds it makes the reader curious to know further. A gripping novel with
strong social message, it is not only interesting but thought provoking
also. My heartiest congratulations to Mr Dangwal for this novel which is
emotional, mysterious and powerful work.

—PRATIBHA NAITHANI
Lecturer, St. Xavier's College
Mumbai

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                                   Preface

had a thrilling experience during my stay in Lamba Garh
(Uttrakhand, India) where I worked in a hydroelectric
power project. Engulfed by the peaks of Himalayas, in
this place of breathtaking scenic beauty I witnessed disastrous
weather conditions. During rainy seasons, there were strong
currents of floods creating a havoc. Landslides and rocks not
only blocked the passage, but caused heavy casualties as well.
In winters, avalanches resulted in heaps of snow piling on the
roads that challenged both man and machines for bringing
life back to normalcy.
I was aware of the fact that any rolling stone from those
hills could wash me away if I were in its trajectory, but I was so
mesmerized with the nature and its scent that I couldn’t stop
myself from religiously following my morning walk schedules.
These walks paved the way for the burgeoning thoughts in my
mind, and one day there was a kind of an illusion in which
I heard an echo “Hey, have you forgotten to write about us?” I
tried to recall and identify the voices which were perhaps the
characters of one of my works and instantly I got the response
from within—they were Shan the boy child and Tanya the girl
child. I reduced the pace of my steps and was slow enough to
be hit by a falling rock. I stood still and wondered whether it
was my good fortune or my little characters saved my life.
Shan and Tanya had pondered my subconscious for a long
time. A connection was built with them and subsequently their innocence compelled me to pen down this work. The
novel started taking its shape.
William, Nancy, the beautiful Lucy, Henry, Helen, Arthur,
Don the Wild, Jacob, Father Albert, the Police Commissioner
Chinmaya and a lot of other characters made me a medium to
express themselves.
And, ‘The Last Race’ is complete for you . . .

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published.

I thank S.P. Dangwal for his excellent professional assistance
in formatting the book.The contribution of Rajneesh Agnihotri has always been a great support in my works. I need to mention specially my daughter Anuja for her valuable suggestions and participation throughout the novel.

The assistance given by my son Amit, daughter-in-law Shweta
and daughter Richa also helped me in enhancing this work. I am deeply indebted to my better half Nita Dangwal who has been an immense support in my work and life.  My three year old grand daughter, little Mihika, also gave her support for always maintaining a peaceful environment while writing this book.

I express gratitude to my father's horse Siddhu for his heroic
deeds that inspired me to depict Don in this fiction.
Most importantly my deep association with the characters
of this novel brought life into my writing and resulted in the
successful culmination of The Last Race.

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1
In the Catastrophic Weather hunder and lightning had disturbed the peace of the night. Heavy rains followed by the storm made the
atmosphere terrifying. The only source of light visible in
the nearby areas that was coming from an isolated church suddenly
went off due to the breakdown of power supply and now everything plunged into darkness.

A man riding a horse could be seen in the flashes of lightning,
approaching the church. The frightened horse stopped at some
distance from the church and neighed expressing his displeasure
for the outing in such a bad weather, but the sound of his neighing
was barely audible in the thunder. Nature seemed to be dancing
on her devastating tune.

The gong of the clock tower struck thrice. Father Oliver kept
on changing sides on the bed. After some time he got up, managed
to locate a candle and lit it. He put on his night gown and entered
the church. He placed the candle on the stand. A dim light was
spread out. Father Oliver prayed, “Oh Lord! Save us from this
disastrous night. You are the only refuge to all. Kindly shower
your mercy on those who are needy in this bad weather.”
A low sound of the gong diverted his attention. He wondered
who was beating the gong at such a time.

He concentrated on the resonance which was diminishing
gradually. He thought, “Is it my illusion? May be.” He opened

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2 JAI PRAKASH DANGWAL

the Bible and started reading silently. After some time he heard
the sound of the gong again. He moved towards the door and
opened it. A heavy blow of air gushed in that blew the candle off
and Father Oliver was drenched by the showers. A deep darkness
surrounded him.

He peeped out but nothing was visible due to darkness. The
thrust of storm and rain made it difficult for him to stand there.
Father Oliver enquired in a loud voice, “Who is there? Come in
my child, I can’t stand here any more.”
There was no response. Only a torch light dazzled his eyes. A
lightning in the clouds gave a glimpse of a horse and a man.
Father Oliver shouted, “Who are you and what do you want?”
An inebriated voice replied stammering, “I want shelter.”
Father asked him, “Are you astray?”
The drunkard switched off the torch and said to him, “No, it’s
my guilt and that is disturbing me.”
“Are you here for confession?”
“May be.”
“Please show me the light so that I could go to my side of the
confession box to hear you,” Father said.
“Okay,” he said showing him the light.
Father Oliver took his place and called him, “Come in and
shut the doors.”
The drunkard stepped inside the Church with staggering steps.
He tried to shut the door but some force pushed him back. Before
he could understand the situation, the horse jumped in. He
balanced himself, held the reins of the horse and pushed him
back. The horse resisted aggressively.
He lashed the horse and tried to push him out.
He shouted, “*! Get out.”
Father Oliver said politely, “Mind that you are in a pious place,
don’t beat and abuse the poor animal.”

The drunkard still holding the reins and pushing the horse
out said to him, “Sorry Father, he is scared of the bad weather, I
am just trying to show him the way out.”
But the horse went on resisting and neighed in anguish, beating
the floor with his hooves.
“Leave him, the poor animal also needs shelter, shut the door
and confess,” Father said. The man followed the advice. The horse
snorted and his body was quivering. The man brushed off the
water from his clothes.
He focused the torch light on the confession box, reached there
and then turned it off.
Father asked him politely, “What brought you here at this odd
time, in such a menacing weather?”
The man didn’t reply. Father Oliver encouraged him, “Don’t
hesitate, express yourself and feel relaxed.”
The man heaved a deep sigh and said, “I am trying to confess
my sin but . . . but I can’t.”
“Do you repent for your sin?”
“No, I don’t repent for what I did, but I hate myself for
betraying her,” he said.
Father asked him with surprise, “What is it? Who is she?”
But he did not reply.
“Okay, don’t tell about her, just make an honest confession
and repent for the sin you committed. Almighty is great, He will
forgive you,” Father said to him.
For some time the man remained silent. Finally he spoke firmly.
“I won’t make any confession.”
“Then what do you want?” Father asked him.
The man breathed deep and said to him, “I am disturbed and
I need peace. For some time I want to stay here alone and pray to
God.” In that moment, the power was resumed and the hall
glittered with light. The horse was breathing heavily.

Father Oliver broke the silence, “Okay, you can stay here. May
the Lord bestow peace on you.”
“Thank you,” the man said.
Father Oliver came out and without looking at the stranger
patted the scared horse and left for his room.
In the morning Father entered the church and looked around
for the stranger and his horse but nobody was there.

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In a cold winter night William was enjoying a pleasant sleep in
the bed. But his wife Nancy who was sleeping besides him,
was turning sides frequently. Her movements disturbed his
sleep. He turned to Nancy and asked her, “What is wrong?”
“I am restless.”
“Why?”
Nancy was perturbed. “I don’t know,” she replied.
“Is it because I lost the race?”
“It is not concerned with that.”
“Then what is it?”
“I don’t know.”
“Better forget it and let’s sleep.”
“Okay.”
William gently cuddled her. The soft touch excited him. He
pulled her hair and kissed her. Nancy moaned and said pushing
him away, “Stop it.” Her rude response hurt him.
He asked her, “What’s wrong with you Nancy?”
“I am disturbed, and right now I don’t want to have *.”
For the last three nights she had been behaving oddly. Whenever
he tried to make love with her she refused. Usually she was the
one who used to initiate and at times when he didn’t respond
warmly she teased him calling a cold man.
But lately he could notice her behavior was different.

“Cold woman,” he reverted in her style. Nancy didn’t react
and just turned her back to him. William was all the more
surprised by her silence. After some time she was half asleep.
Suddenly she quivered and whispered, “Hey! Stop it.”
“What happened,” he asked in surprise.
She turned her face to him and said in a sleepy tone, “Don’t
pull my gown. I have told you that I am not in the mood.”
“But I did nothing,” he said.
“Don’t lie, I know you well, don’t fondle me, it is irritating,”
she said with a flustered look and turned her face.
He was confused and thought it better not to argue and let her
sleep. However Nancy’s weird behavior worried him. Suddenly
she sat down and stared at him.
He was astonished, “What is wrong?”
“As if you don’t know,” she said angrily.
“Really I don’t know,” he tried to convince her but Nancy got
irritated. She just took off her gown and threw it away.
William asked her, “What is this now?”
“You don’t understand any feelings, right? Okay, satisfy your
lust . . . come-on, rape me,” she said in a highly agitated way.
“Put on the gown, you will catch cold,” he said.
“Hardly matters. You want to play with my body? Then go
ahead,” she said lashing back again.
“Trust me, I didn’t touch you,” he tried to convince her.
She asked in anger, “Am I lying?”
“It must be a dream,” he said.
“No.”
“Why are you so upset? Is it because of the money problems
we have?” William said but she didn’t reply.
“If it is because of the huge money I am spending on my horses
to fulfill my dreams of winning those races, I will stop it anytime.
Nothing is more important than you,” he said.

“I have told you before, it has nothing to do with your horses
and race,” Nancy replied promptly.
“Please relax honey, and share your problems with me. I want
to know the trauma you are going through?”
Nancy was silent. She moved slowly, slipped in to the bed and
resting her head on his chest started crying bitterly. William
caressed her gently and said, “If you don’t tell me your problems
how can I help you?”
“I am feeling . . .” she sobbed.
William encouraged her, “Yes tell me.”
“Someone . . .”
“Yes, go on . . . someone . . .”
“Someone is pulling my gown . . . fondling and sucking my
breasts,” she cried.
“Oh darling, it may be an illusion, forget it.”
“It is not, it is real,” she said confidently.
William had never seen his wife in such a state. He pulled her
in his arms and said, “Come close to me and throw your fears
away. It is such a cold night and you are sweating.”
“Trust me it is true,” she said.
“I think you are not well, we will consult a good psychiatric.”
“Hold on, what are you trying to say? Am I abnormal?” She
asked with fury in her beautiful eyes.
“No, but Nancy you are behaving very strangely. You seem to
be under a deep stress and you are not even ready to share it with
me,” William said to her.
Nancy heaved a deep sigh and didn’t reply. She turned her
back to William and fell asleep.
In the morning William woke up late and looked around for
Nancy. He called her, “Nancy . . .”
His eight-year-old son Robin entered the room.
“Where is your mom?” He asked.

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Jai Prakash Dangwal मेरी कलम से: -
                         
 बड़ा गुमान था, खुद पर, अपनी चाहत और अपनी हैसियत पर,                         
 नकार दिया तुमने, तब लगा खोट मुझमें ही था, न कि तुम पर।                       
 इसलिए बेहत्तर समझा अपनी असलियत समझ लूँ मुस्कराकर,                         
 चुपचाप कबूल कर लूँ तेरा फैसला मैं अपनी किस्मत समझ कर

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Jai Prakash Dangwal आज महाशिवरात्रि के पुण्य अवसर पर भगवान शिव की आराधना और शिव जी का गंगा जल से अभिषेक करते हुए समस्त मित्र जनों और उनके परिवार को महा शुभ फल दायक महाशिवरात्रि की शुभ कामनाएं।
 
 (मेरे हिंदी उपन्यास वासव से।)
 
 विष्णु नख से बह निकली धार,
 शिव शंकर का करने अभिषेक,
 जटा में शिव के कर विश्राम,
 बह निकली मां गंगा . . . . . .
 जगती का करने तू उद्धार।
 
 माँ गंगे तेरे निर्मल जल ने,
 कितने कल के मल हैं धोये,
 फिर भी तेरा जल निर्मल है।
 
 उंच नीच का भेद नहीं मां,
 तेरी महिमा अपरमपार,
 अंत समय दो बूंद तेरी मां,
 करती भव सागर से पार।
 
 माँ गंगे तेरे निर्मल जल ने,
 कितने कल के मल हैं धोये,
 फिर भी तेरा जल निर्मल है।

 

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