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Ishani came to me for another story last night.
And I began thus:
Once upon a time there was a kindhearted South Indian Brahmin. One morning he was walking to the neighboring village to attend a Shradh Ceremony. His path lay through a jungle.
On his way he heard the roar of a tiger. He was scared but found that this tiger was trapped in a makeshift cage. A he approached it, the tiger pleaded with the Brahmin:
"Look, I got trapped in this cage and I will surely die if you don't help me"
"How can I help you?"
"Just open the trapdoor and set me free and I will run away"
"What if you jump upon me and kill and eat me?"
"Chee chee chee! Will I ever kill a brahmin who saved my life. Do you think tigers are so ungrateful?"
The Brahmin felt pity on the tiger and opened the trapdoor.
And the tiger leaped out and said:
"I had no food for two days and I am hungry. I will kill and eat you"
The Brahmin was scared and proposed a compromise:
"We shall walk side by side and ask the first three things we meet and abide by their judgment"
"Ok"
They were walking together and met with a banana plant. The Brahmin narrated his story to the banana plant and asked for its decision if it is proper for the tiger to be so ungrateful to kill and eat him. The banana plant looked at the tiger and said:
"This South Indian Brahmin is talking about gratitude! He raises banana plants in his backyard and first he cuts my leaves and uses them as leaf-plates for his meal. Then he plucks my flower and peels it layer by layer and cooks my tender stalks into a curry and gobbles them. Then he cuts my raw fruit and fries chips out of them and feasts on them. Then he plucks my ripe fruit and sells them in the market for a huge profit. And after all this, when I have kids and want to enjoy their company, he slaughters my trunk and peels it and picks out my innards and cuts them into rings and puts them in his boiling sambar. And throws my trunk away into his dustbin to rot mercilessly. Brahmins are the most ungrateful of all living creatures. So go ahead and eat him"
The tiger then roars and prepares to jump on the Brahmin who says:
"Wait, wait, I have two more chances as per our agreement"
The two then walk further and meet with a buffalo. The Brahmin tells his story to the buffalo and asks her for her judgment. The buffalo says:
"This South Indian Brahmin is talking about gratitude! He buys a buffalo like me. And as soon as I give birth to a kid he milks me and, instead of giving it to my newborn, makes it into cheese called Junnu and feeds it to his kids. And then day after day, he milks me and sells my milk in the market for a huge profit. And when I at last grow too old to yield milk, he sells me to a butcher and gets me slaughtered. And instead of giving me a decent burial, he peels my skin and makes shoes and chappals with it and sells them. And throws my skinless body in the jungle to be plucked and eaten by vultures. Brahmins are the most ungrateful of all living creatures. So go ahead and eat him"
The tiger then roars and prepares to jump on the Brahmin who says:
"Wait, wait, I have one more chance as per our agreement"
The two then walk further and meet with a fox. The Brahmin tells his story to the fox and asks him for his judgment. The fox says:
"I just can't believe your story. Till you two really take me to the trap cage and give me a demo"
The tiger and the Brahmin walk back to the cage and show it to the fox. The fox says:
"How can such a small cage hold such a big tiger. Both of you are faking"
"How can we convince you?"
"Let the tiger get back into the cage and show me it can indeed hold him"
Ishani then said:
"Granpa! I know how this story ends"
"How?"
"The tiger then walks back into the cage and the fox at once shuts the gate of the cage and traps the tiger back and asks the Brahmin to run for his life"
"True...you are indeed a clever girl...but this is not the end of the story"
"What happens next?"
In the evening the Brahmin was walking back to his village and hears the pitiful braying of a donkey. And he finds a donkey trapped in another similar cage. And the donkey pleads with the Brahmin to open the trapdoor and release him.
The Brahmin feels pity for the poor donkey which eats and survives only on old newspapers. And he opens the trapdoor and, guess what?
Ishani then said:
"The donkey runs away as fast as he can and the Brahmin goes home"
"Not exactly"
"What happens then?"
"Before running away the donkey gives a vicious back kick to the Brahmin in his vitals"
"Why?"
"This donkey is a symbol of the Democratic party"
"What about the South Indian Brahmin?"
"Oh, he is a Born Loser"
...Posted by Ishani
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Ishani came to me for another story last night.
And I began thus:
Once upon a time there was a kindhearted South Indian Brahmin. One morning he was walking to the neighboring village to attend a Shradh Ceremony. His path lay through a jungle.
On his way he heard the roar of a tiger. He was scared but found that this tiger was trapped in a makeshift cage. A he approached it, the tiger pleaded with the Brahmin:
"Look, I got trapped in this cage and I will surely die if you don't help me"
"How can I help you?"
"Just open the trapdoor and set me free and I will run away"
"What if you jump upon me and kill and eat me?"
"Chee chee chee! Will I ever kill a brahmin who saved my life. Do you think tigers are so ungrateful?"
The Brahmin felt pity on the tiger and opened the trapdoor.
And the tiger leaped out and said:
"I had no food for two days and I am hungry. I will kill and eat you"
The Brahmin was scared and proposed a compromise:
"We shall walk side by side and ask the first three things we meet and abide by their judgment"
"Ok"
They were walking together and met with a banana plant. The Brahmin narrated his story to the banana plant and asked for its decision if it is proper for the tiger to be so ungrateful to kill and eat him. The banana plant looked at the tiger and said:
"This South Indian Brahmin is talking about gratitude! He raises banana plants in his backyard and first he cuts my leaves and uses them as leaf-plates for his meal. Then he plucks my flower and peels it layer by layer and cooks my tender stalks into a curry and gobbles them. Then he cuts my raw fruit and fries chips out of them and feasts on them. Then he plucks my ripe fruit and sells them in the market for a huge profit. And after all this, when I have kids and want to enjoy their company, he slaughters my trunk and peels it and picks out my innards and cuts them into rings and puts them in his boiling sambar. And throws my trunk away into his dustbin to rot mercilessly. Brahmins are the most ungrateful of all living creatures. So go ahead and eat him"
The tiger then roars and prepares to jump on the Brahmin who says:
"Wait, wait, I have two more chances as per our agreement"
The two then walk further and meet with a buffalo. The Brahmin tells his story to the buffalo and asks her for her judgment. The buffalo says:
"This South Indian Brahmin is talking about gratitude! He buys a buffalo like me. And as soon as I give birth to a kid he milks me and, instead of giving it to my newborn, makes it into cheese called Junnu and feeds it to his kids. And then day after day, he milks me and sells my milk in the market for a huge profit. And when I at last grow too old to yield milk, he sells me to a butcher and gets me slaughtered. And instead of giving me a decent burial, he peels my skin and makes shoes and chappals with it and sells them. And throws my skinless body in the jungle to be plucked and eaten by vultures. Brahmins are the most ungrateful of all living creatures. So go ahead and eat him"
The tiger then roars and prepares to jump on the Brahmin who says:
"Wait, wait, I have one more chance as per our agreement"
The two then walk further and meet with a fox. The Brahmin tells his story to the fox and asks him for his judgment. The fox says:
"I just can't believe your story. Till you two really take me to the trap cage and give me a demo"
The tiger and the Brahmin walk back to the cage and show it to the fox. The fox says:
"How can such a small cage hold such a big tiger. Both of you are faking"
"How can we convince you?"
"Let the tiger get back into the cage and show me it can indeed hold him"
Ishani then said:
"Granpa! I know how this story ends"
"How?"
"The tiger then walks back into the cage and the fox at once shuts the gate of the cage and traps the tiger back and asks the Brahmin to run for his life"
"True...you are indeed a clever girl...but this is not the end of the story"
"What happens next?"
In the evening the Brahmin was walking back to his village and hears the pitiful braying of a donkey. And he finds a donkey trapped in another similar cage. And the donkey pleads with the Brahmin to open the trapdoor and release him.
The Brahmin feels pity for the poor donkey which eats and survives only on old newspapers. And he opens the trapdoor and, guess what?
Ishani then said:
"The donkey runs away as fast as he can and the Brahmin goes home"
"Not exactly"
"What happens then?"
"Before running away the donkey gives a vicious back kick to the Brahmin in his vitals"
"Why?"
"This donkey is a symbol of the Democratic party"
"What about the South Indian Brahmin?"
"Oh, he is a Born Loser"
...Posted by Ishani
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