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A Friend in need…

Posted by kathavarta on June 25, 2008

Once upon a time there lived four friends in a forest. They were very different from each other; yet, they were best friends and always came to each other’s aid when required. The friends were: a mouse, a crow, a deer, and a tortoise. This is a story of how these friends, who ordinarily would have been natural enemies helped each other against their biggest enemy – Man, who was a hunter.

One-day, the mouse, crow, and deer were gossiping under a tree. They suddenly heard a scream. It was their friend, the tortoise! He was trapped in a hunter’s net.

“Uh oh!” exclaimed the deer fearfully, “what do we do now?”

“Do not despair” said the mouse, “I have a plan” and the tree friends huddled together and decided on their plan of action.

The deer ran towards the hunter who was close to the tortoise caught in the net. He reached their without the knowledge of the hunter, and lay down in his path as though dead. The crow flew towards the deer and acted as though he were pecking at the deer. The hunter picked up the net and started walking home, when he suddenly laid eyes on the wondrous sight of a dead deer. “Hey, here is a deer, all ready for me” He thought and put down his net and walked towards the deer. The crow continued circling the deer, and flapping his wings furiously whenever the hunter tried to push him away. In the meantime, the mouse hopped to the tortoise and started chewing the threads of the net. As the crow kept the hunter at bay, the mouse freed the hunter. As soon as the crow saw that the tortoise was free, he let out a loud caw and flew away. The deer suddenly got up and ran!

The hunter stood stunned and decided to go back to the tortoise, only to see that his net was torn, and the tortoise had escaped. “If only I hadn’t been so greedy” he thought.

The four friends met again under the tree, and could not stop laughing at the trick that they had played on the hunter. Oh! What good friends they were, always their for each other!
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The Merchant and his Iron

Posted by kathavarta on June 25, 2008

A MERCHANT, who was about to set out on a journey, went to the house of a Friend, taking with him two hundred tons of iron.

“I beg of you,” he said to his Friend, that you will kindly keep this iron for me. I am about to set out on a long journey, and it may be that ill luck will befall me. If so, then I can return home and sell this iron for a large price.”

The Friend took the iron, and even as the Merchant feared, it came to pass. Misfortune overtook him on the way, and he was obliged to return home. Straightway he went to the house of his Friend and demanded the iron. In the meantime the Friend had sold the iron to pay his own debts, for he believed that the Merchant would never return home. However, he put on a bold face and replied:-

“Truly, Friend, I have sad news for you. I locked the iron in a room, thinking that it was as safe there as is my own gold. But, unknown to me, there was a rat-hole in the wall, and the rats have stolen into the room and eaten all of the iron.”

The Merchant, pretending that he believed this untruth, answered promptly:

“That is, indeed, sad news for me, for the iron was all that I had left. Still, I know of old that rats delight in chewing upon iron bars. I have lost much iron in this same way before, so I shall know how to bear my present ill luck.”

This answer was very pleasing to the Friend, who now was sure that the Merchant believed that the rats had eaten his iron. To avoid any further suspicion, he invited the Merchant to dine with him on the morrow. The Merchant accepted and went his way. As he was passing through the city, he met one of his Friend’s sons, whom he quietly took home and locked up in a room.

The next day he went to his. Friend’s to dine. His friend came to the door with tears streaming down his face. “You must pardon me my distress,” he said to the Merchant, “but yesterday one of my children disappeared, and nothing has been heard of him since. The town-crier has been through the streets, but no trace of the child is to be found.”

“I am, indeed, sorry to hear this news,” replied the Merchant, “for last evening I saw a sparrow hawk flying over the city with a child in its claws. The child certainly looked very much like one of your children.”

“You senseless fellow,” retorted the friend, “Why do you mock me in my trouble! How could a sparrow hawk carry off a child weighing fifty pounds?”

“Ah,” replied the Merchant, “you must not be surprised that a sparrow hawk should carry off a child of fifty pounds in our city where rats eat up two hundred tons of iron. My friend, give me back my iron, and I will gladly restore your boy.”

SOURCE: “The Tortoise and the Geese and Other Fables of Bidpai” retold by Maude Barrows Dutton and illustrated by E. Boyd Smith, and published in Boston and New York by Houghton Mifflin Company, 1908. This story by Subhamoy Das on About.com
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Devoted Son

Posted by kathavarta on June 25, 2008

Jamadagni was a Great Rishi. He lived a pious life with his wife Renuka. One day Renuka and the rishi were making a shivalinga from clay.

Just as they were giving in the finishing touches, Renuka’s concentration was distracted by the sound of hooves. The shadow of the Kshatriya king who rode that way fell on the shivalinga.

Rishi Jamadagni who noticed the loss of concentration of his wife was enraged. He called his eldest son.

“Your mother must be killed now,” the rishi ordered. But Jamadagni’s son refused to kill her.

The rishi then called his second son. The second son wanted to know why he should kill an innocent woman who was also his mother.

Jamadagni then called his third son. “Cut off your mother’s head now,” he ordered. The third son was Parashurama. Without a word Parashurama beheaded his mother. Jamadagni was pleased. ‘Ask for two boons and it shall be yours. I am pleased with you,” said the rishi to Parashurama.

“Father”, said Parashurama, “bring mother back to life. I know not why you wanted her beheaded but let her not remember what caused her death.”

Jamadagni granted his son’s wishes. Renuka was brought back to life.

In later years Parashurama came to be known for both his valour and anger. He lost out in a battle of strength to Rama. He handed over his weapons to Rama and renounced the world.
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