Monday, April 30, 2012

The Statue of Justice

Sham S.Misri

Long ago, in the city of Italy there stood a tall marble column which had a statue of bronze on top of it. The statue would shine bright in the sun. It was a statue of Justice. It was shown to hold in one hand a pair of scales; that was to say that every action would be weighed in the balances. The other hand of Justice held a sword; that was to say that when a man was weighed in the balances and found in the wrong, Justice was ready with a sword to put him to death.
For many years this statue stood for the government of the city. Justice was done to everyone. The law was observed by the rulers, who were fair in their dealings with men. In course of time the rulers became evil. They no longer governed justly, and the poor did not feel that they were treated by the law as the rich were treated.
Then, in one of the palaces of the city there was a poor maid-servant called Martha. She went in and out about her duty, and was sincere and very faithful. In the palace lived an honorable lady who had many jewels and costly things in her lady's chamber.
One day, when Martha came to help the lady dress for a great ball, she could not find a pearl necklace. It had been laid on the table, her lady said, and now it was not there. Martha looked everywhere, but could not find it. It was a warm night, the window was open, and she looked out. She searched for the necklace but there was no sign of it.
Not far away was the bronze statue of Justice and in the darkness there was a curious sight. She could not see the stone pillar, but the bronze figure stood out against the sky as if it were flying through the air. This curious sight kept her looking, and made her forget for a moment what had happened.
"Martha!" called her lady sharply, and Martha drew her head in and turned red as she thought of what she had been doing. Her lady looked at her keenly.
"Martha," said she, suddenly, "you took the necklace. You are a thief!"
Martha was frightened at these words. She had never been called by such a name before, and she was confused, and knew not what to say. So she looked down and said nothing. The lady was angry.
"I know you are a thief!" she said again.
"I am not," cried Martha, but the lady had made up her mind to it, and, as the necklace could not be found, she was certain Martha had taken it.
Poor Martha! She had no friends now, and she could not prove she had not taken the necklace. She could only say she had not.
The lady only said she must have been very cunning to hide it away so carefully. And now Martha was put in prison, and the evil judges were more afraid of displeasing the great lady of the palace than of doing an unjust deed. They tried Martha, they found her guilty, and they condemned her to be put to death.
It was a strange comment on the great bronze figure of Justice that the gallows on which Martha was to be hanged should be placed just under the figure, at the foot of the column. Yet so it was, and the day came for Martha to be hanged. The cruel judges gave her no hope.
The day came, and it was dark. The people gathered and Martha mounted the platform on which the gallows stood. Low mutterings were heard. The skies grew black. There was a sudden blinding light and a great crash. A bolt of lightning had plunged down. Poor Martha thought she had been struck.
But she had not been struck. The lightning, however, had come so near that it had struck the arm of Justice that held the scales, and down had come the scales to the ground. The scales fell, indeed, at Martha's feet, and when she could see, oh joy! There lay the shiny necklace of pearls! It was twined in the clay of a nest!
The secret was out. A magpie had stolen the necklace from the table in the palace, had flown with it out of the window to the nest he was building in the scales in the hand of Justice. Perhaps he was working it into the nest at the very moment when Martha was looking at the bronze figure.
Justice was finally done to little Martha, though men had been unjust.

Sunday, April 29, 2012

The Magical Tree

Sham S.Misri

On a hot summer day a traveller stopped under a shady tree and lay down on the bare ground to rest a while. Looking up at the sky, he wished he could be lying on a comfortable bed.
He did not know that he was lying under a magical tree that made every thought come true.
 In no time a bed appeared and he was lying on it.
This is perfect, the traveller thought. Now all I need is a maiden to give me company in this lonely place.
Soon a beautiful young maiden appeared before him. She sat next to him, fanning him for his pleasure.
Wow! The traveller exclaimed, enjoying the cool breeze. Then the traveller wished for food.
As soon as he thought this, a wonderful feast lay before him. The maiden served him the food and drink.
Lying in bed eating some fruits and the maiden sitting in front of him, the traveller thought that was the peak of happiness!
 Wouldn't it just be shocking if it all disappeared and a tiger were to attack me instead?
No sooner had he thought this, than everything disappeared. A ferocious tiger appeared. The man went up the tree, thinking to himself, If only I had been content with just the shade of this tree, I wouldn't be at the mercy of this beast!
Happiness lies in contentment

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Chaneh Kijh (Carpenter's peg)


Sham S.Misri
Long ago, in the valley of Kashmir, a rich Kashmiri was constructing a house. The landlord had engaged many skilled workers for the construction job. Among these skilled workers,there was one carpenter. He was a very sharp and clever guy. The carpenter would works for many hours with all dedication and the house owner also entertained him with good tea and even with nice foods. One day, due to some reasons, the carpenter was not entertained well by way of giving him good food. The carpenter took it otherwise, but kept it within himself.
The construction work continued, and, the house under construction was near roof level. The carpenter had now to lay the main beams. To lay the beams at roof level was considered as the most skilful job. For this job, only highly skilled carpenters were engaged, and the landlord had engaged one to whom he was feeding well. At the time of laying and fixing the beams the carpenter adopted a go slow strategy. On the fixed day of laying the beams, Ten to fifteen more men were engaged by the landlord. They tried  hard to bring the wooden gales (beams) up on the roof level and to keep the same in alignment. But, the beams did not sit at the proper alignment. The men who were engaged for this work became confused. They requested the carpenter,” Please help and tell us how to do it.”  The carpenter replied,” It seems, there is no way” Because it needs pin a carpenter’s peg. When that will be done, the beam will get set itself.”
The people around got perplexed as to what the carpenter is saying. The house owner began to request the carpenter, and the carpenter said,” In addition to the loaves, get a big cock and a hen killed and take that to my house. Then the beam will sit at the proper place itself.”
The confused house owner said, “But this thing has never happened so far.”
The carpenter said,” Then has it ever happened that a carpenter has been served food with mere greens (Haak) “
This way the house owner could understand that the carpenter had been offended, as he had not been given wholesome food to eat some day while he was at work in the construction of the house.
However, the landlord was forced to send the cooked dish and loaves to the carpenter's home. The moment the carpenter came to know about this, the beam sat at the proper position on the roof.

When a skilled worker does his job he is being prompted from time to time  " lest you keep Chaneh Kijh."
(Chaneh's = Carpenter’s;  Kijh = Peg).

Friday, April 27, 2012

Gordian Knot

Sham S.Misri
The Gordian Knot represents the difficult, the intracte and often the insolvable problem.
A story:

In the past, Modern Turkey was called Phrygia. The people were prosperous and happy, and were related to the Greeks. Some lived in the mountains and had mines of gold, while others lived in the valleys with grape farms and olive orchards. Some had great flocks of sheep, the wool from which was the best in the world. For a long time these people had no king.

As time passed, every man began to do what he thought was best for him. The gold diggers ate the olives of their neighbours in the valleys. The vine growers killed the sheep of the dwellers in the hills. The shepherds stole the gold which the mountaineers had dug from their mines. And then, a sad war began. The land that was so prosperous and happy was filled with distress and sorrow.

Some wise and good men in the country said, "It would be better if we had a king. He would make laws for the good of all." But they could not choose a king among themselves. Each man claimed that he himself was the best to be the ruler. Among them, there was one wise man.

"Since we do not know what to do," said this wise man, "let us ask the gods.” They sent a messenger to god Apollo, to hear the decision from him. All were pleased with this plan.

The temple of god Apollo was across the sea. When the messenger returned, all the people met to hear the messenger.

"The god Apollo did not tell me much," said the messenger. He further added:

“A king will be seen riding a cart and he will bring peace to the unhappy valley."

The people were puzzled by this answer. While all were standing around the messenger, suddenly, the loud sound of wheels was heard. They looked and saw a slow-moving ox cart moving along the road. The cart was loaded with hay, and on the hay sat a humble peasant with his wife and child. Everybody knew the peasant well. It was Gordius, the faithful workingman in all that country. His poor little hut, with its vine-covered roof, could be seen among trees at the foot of the hill.

When the cart drew near, one of the wise men cried out:—             

"Hail to our king!" They ran forward and greeted the puzzled peasant. They ran in front of his cart.  He stopped in the middle of the road.

 They bowed down before him, and said, "Long live the king!"

"My friends, what does all this uproar mean?" asked Gordius, looking down from his high seat on the hay. "I pray you not to frighten my oxen with your noise."

Then they told him what the Apollo had said, and declared that he must be their king. "Well," he finally answered, "if the god has said that I am your king, your king I must be." He unyoked the oxen and led them into the temple. Just as people did in those days, he slew them before the altar, and caught their blood in a great wooden bowl. Then, while he prayed, he poured the blood out as a thank offering to mighty God.

He drew his cart into the temple. He found a pole in the temple and fastened the cart there with a rope of bark. And so skilfully did he tie the knot about the yoke that the ends of the rope were hidden and no man could see how to undo it.

Then he went about his duties as king. He ruled so wisely that there was no more trouble among the people. The laws which he made were so just that no man dared to disobey them. The land was blessed with peace and plenty from the mountains to the plains.

Many strangers who came to the temple were shown King Gordius's cart. They admired the skill with which he had fastened the yoke to the cart pole.

It was also said,” the man who shall untie it will be much greater."

"How can that be?" asked the visitors.

"Gordius is king only of the small country of Phrygia," was the answer. "But the man who undoes this wonderful work of his shall have the world for his kingdom."

Many men came every year to see the Gordian knot. Princes and warriors from every land tried to untie it but the ends of the rope remained hidden, and they could not even make a beginning of the task.

Hundreds of years later, there came into Phrygia a young king Alexander from Macedonia. He had conquered all Greece. He had crossed over into Asia with a small army of chosen men, and had beaten the king of Persia in battle. The people of Phrygia had not the courage to oppose him.

"Where is that wonderful Gordian knot?" he asked.

They led him into the temple and showed him the little cart, with the yoke and  pole just as Gordius had left it.

"What was said about this knot?" he asked.

"It said that the man who should undo it would have the world for his kingdom."

Alexander looked at the knot.  He could not find the ends of the rope. He raised his sword and, with one stroke, cut it into so many pieces that the yoke fell to the ground.   

"It is thus," said the young king, "that I cut all Gordian knots."

Ancient Gordian Knot?

Now Gordius is remembered for the knot by which he fixed his wagon to the temple pole. So cleverly was it tied that no end could be perceived in the cord, and it came to be predicted that whoever could untie the Gordian knot would win the whole empire of Asia. Alexander the Great happened to pass that way in his conquering sweep across Asia Minor. He tried to undo the knot, but was unable to solve the puzzle. Impatiently he drew his sword and slashed the knot in two. This daring act impressed his soldiers, who already considered Alexander as the future conqueror of Asia. We now speak of any problem solved in a drastic way as a Gordian knot.

Sunday, April 15, 2012

Navid Suind Nav Shath-Barber’s Nine Hundred

(Barber’s Nine Hundred)

Sham S.Misri

There was a barber. With great difficulty, rupee by rupee he had collected a sum of rupees nine hundred. Having earned this much money he thought he was the richest man in the valley of Kashmir.
This barber used to have the hair cut of the king as well. One day while he was cutting the hair of the king, the king said,” Barber, Tell me how are the people and what all do they talk? Are the people in my country rich, or, poor?”
The barber replied, “Sir, No body is poor. Everybody is having nine hundred each.”
Hearing this answer the king became very happy. The Vazir, who was sitting near the king, did not take this talk seriously, as he did not believe it. When the barber was donewith the hair cut, he left the palace.
Now, the Vazir told the king,” Sir , the barber is telling a lie. There is Lot of poverty in your kingdom.”
The king turned to the Vazir and said,” Well, how do you consider it wrong what the barber said.” The Vazir kept silent.
After some days, the Vazir prepared two thieves, and told them to steal rupees nine hundred from the barber. The thieves looted the sum of rupees nine hundred from the barber. In the morning when the barber woke up, he was shocked to see that his money was stolen.
Next time when the barber went to the king to cut his hair, the king said,” Barber, tell me, how the things are going on in my kingdom? what do the people say about the king.”
The barber said, “Sir, everybody is cursing the god.”
The king was surprised. When the barber left the king's place, the Vazir explained the whole thing to the king. The Vazir further told him that who so ever is having two time meals; he cannot feel the hunger of a hungry man.
It is said, that when a persons stomach is full he can’t feel the hunger of poor.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Almost Got Caught

Sham S. Misri
There were three guys--Sam,an English, an Italian, and a Jewish .They all worked together at a factory. Everyday they noticed that their boss left a little early than the scheduled time. One day, all three of them decide that since their boss left early, they too will do the same.
The next day, they all left early like their boss. The Jewish goes home and hits the bed so that he gets an early start next morning. The Italian goes home and cooks dinner for himself. Sam  too goes home and just when is about to walk into his bedroom he sees his wife in bed with his boss.
He shuts the door and hurries out of the house! The next day, the Italian and Jewish are talking of leaving early again and ask Sam to do the same. "NO", cries Sam, "I almost got caught yesterday."

Sunday, April 8, 2012

President Was Never Afraid of Failures


Sham S. Misri

·         There was a man
·          Born in a log cabin (carpenter house)
·          Whose mother died when he was 7.
·          Who could get formal education in an ordinary school only for 1 year.
·          Who failed in business at age 21?
·          Who was defeated in legislative elections when 22?
·          Failed again in business when 24.
·          Lost the girl friend at the age 26.
·          Had nervous breakdown at age 27.
·          Lost congressional elections at 34.
·          Lost senatorial elections at 45.
·          Failed to become vice-president at 47.
·          Lost senatorial election at 49.                     
·         But struggled & struggled, with courage,
·         To become ultimately the President of United States at age 52.
·         This man was Abraham Lincoln, ­the 16TH President of America!

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Penicillin

Sham S. Misri


Fleming was a poor Scot­tish farmer. One day, while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby marshy place. He dropped his tools and ran to the marshy place. There, he saw a boy who had mud upto his waist and had got stuck in black muck. The boy was very much terrified, and was screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.
The next day, a fancy car­riage pulled up to the Scots­man's sparse surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced him­self as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved. "I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life."
"No, I can't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish farmer replied, waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the family hut. "Is that your son?" the nobleman asked. "Yes," the farmer replied proudly. "I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my son will enjoy. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of" And that he did.
Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in time, he graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alex­ander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.
Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the marsh was stricken with pneumonia. What saved his life this time? Penicillin.
The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill.
His son's name? Sir Winston Churchill.
 

Friday, April 6, 2012

The History of Persian carpet

Sham S. Misri

The history of the Persian carpet is very old. The primitive carpet was an article of need to cover the floor entrance so as to protect the nomadic tribesmen from the cold and damp. In due course of time, the increasing beauty of the carpets attracted the kings, the nobleman, and the rich. Carpets became signs of attraction for those who looked for signs of wealth or decoration for fine buildings.
The history of Persian Carpet- dates back to 2,500 years. The Iranians were among the first carpet weaver of the ancient civilizations. Through centuries of creativity, past experience, and skill they developed the talents and achieved a unique degree of excellence in carpet making. The skill of carpet weaving was handed down by fathers to their sons, who in turn handed them down to their offspring as a closely guarded family secret.
When Cyrus the Great conquered Babylon in 539 BC, he was struck by its splendour and it was probably he who introduced the art of carpet making into Persia. Historical records show that magnificent carpets adorned the court of Cyrus the Great, who founded the Persian Empire over 2,500 years ago. It is also said that when Cyrus was buried, his tomb was covered with precious carpets. Even before his time, it is very likely that Persian nomads knew about the use of Knotted carpets. Their herds of sheep and goats provided them with high quality and durable wool for this purpose.
The earliest known Persian carpet was discovered by a Russian Professor in 1949 during excavations of burial mounds in the Mountains in Siberia. The Carpet had been preserved purely by chance. When the carpet had been placed in the burial mound of Cyrus The Great, grave robbers raided the mound. They ignored the carpet but, through the opening they left, water poured into the mound and froze, thus protecting the carpet from decay. The carpet has a woollen pile knot. Its central field has a deep red colour and it has two wide borders, one depicting deer and the other a Persian horseman. It dates from the fifth century B.C. and is now kept in the Hermitage Museum of Leningrad. Classical tales recount how Alexander the Great found carpet of a very fine fabric in Cyrus tomb. Another rug found in the same area, dates back to the first century BC.
The first documented evidence on the existence of carpets came from Chinese texts dating back to the Sassanid Dynasty (224 - 641 CE).  By the 6th century Persian carpets had won international prestige and were being exported to distant lands. And in this time was created one great carpet which was a spectacle of overwhelming splendour. The spring or winter carpet of Khosrow was made for the huge audience hall of the palace and depicted a formal garden. It held a political significance as an indication of the power and the resource of the king and its beauty signified the divine role of the king. When the Arabs defeated the Persians, they carried off the carpet as part of their fabulous booty and it was eventually cut up into small fragments and divided among the victorious soldiers.
After the period of domination by the Arab Caliphates, a Turkish tribe, named after their founder, Seljok conquered Persia. Their domination (1038 - 1194 CE) was of great importance in the history of Persian carpets. The Seljuk women were skilful carpet makers using Turkish knots. In the Turkish knot the yarn is taken twice around two adjacent warp threads and the ends are drawn out between these two threads.
The Mongol conquest and control of Persia (1220 - 1449) was initially brutal. However, they soon came under the influence of the Persians. The palace of Tabriz, had paved floors covered with precious carpets. The Mongol ruler Shah Rokh (1409 - 1446) contributed to the reconstruction of much that was destroyed by the Mongols and encouraged all the artistic activities of the region.
The Persian carpet reached its zenith during the reign of the Safavid Dynasty in the 16th century. The first concrete proofs of this craft date back to this period. Nearly 1500 carpets are preserved in various museums and in private collections worldwide.
The carpets made for the great nobles were protected well the same way as any golden treasure. They had special custodians and, when they were brought out for state and other special occasions, they were usually covered with another light fabric to protect them from wear. Growing demand from the great royal courts of Europe for gold and silver threaded carpets led to a great export industry. A large number went to Poland after King Sigmund specially sent merchants to Persia to acquire them. King Louis XIV of France even sent his own craftsmen to Persia to learn the trade.
During the reign of Shah Abbas (1587 - 1629), commerce and crafts prospered in Persia. Shah Abbas encouraged contacts and trade with Europe and changed his new capital Esfahan, into one of the most glorious cities of Persia. He also created a court workshop for carpets where skilled designers and craftsmen set to work to create splendid specimens. Most of these carpets were made of silk, with gold and silver threads adding even more decoration. Two of the best know carpets of the Safavid period; dated 1539 come from the mosque of Ardebil. Many experts believe that these carpets represent the culmination of achievement in carpet design. The larger of the two carpets is now kept in London's Victoria and Albert Museum while the other is displayed at the Los Angeles County Museum.
As the 17th century wore on there was an increasing demand for luxury and refinement. A set of silk carpets woven to surround the coffin of Shah Abbas II achieved such a rare quality that many mistook them for velvet. But they were the last really high achievement in carpet making from that era in Persian history. Somehow, inspiration steadily began to slacken and, as the court became increasingly unplanned, the quality of the craftsmanship began to fall away.
As ill luck, Shah Abbas' capital city of Isfahan was sacked in 1722 by the Afghans. Thus, a magnificent period in the history not only of carpet weaving but of art itself came dramatically to an end. The great carpet weaving fell back into the hands of wandering nomads. These nomads had maintained their centuries-old traditions and skills.
The Persian carpet weaving ended with the Afghan invasion in 1722. The Afghans destroyed Esfahan, yet their domination lasted for only a short period and in 1736, a young Chieftain from Khorasan, Nader Khan became the Shah of Persia. Through the whole course of his reign, all the country's forces were utilised in campaigns against the Afghans, the Turks, and the Russians. During this period, and for several turbulent years after his death in 1747, no carpets of any great value were made, and solely nomads and craftsmen in small villages continued the tradition of this craft.
In the last quarter of the 19th Century and during the reign of the Qajar ruler’s trade and craftsmanship regained their importance. Carpet making flourished once more with Tabriz merchants exporting carpets to Europe through Istanbul. At the end of the 19th Century some European and American companies even set up businesses in Persia and organised craft production destined for western markets.
Today, Carpet weaving is by far the most widespread handicraft in Iran. Persian carpets are renowned for their richness of colour, variety of spectacular artistic patterns and quality of design. In palaces, famous buildings, mansions and museums the world over, a Persian carpet is amongst the most treasured possession. The Persian association with the carpet is very strong. An Iranian's home is bare and soulless without it, a reflection on the deep rooted bond between the people and their national art.
To make a carpet in those days required tremendous determination. To make a single carpet, several employees would work on the same carpet. To make a good carpet was a question of months and often years of painstaking work. The leader would dictate through a series of chants to the other workers the colour of the individual strands of wool to be knotted. When the time came for the tribe to move on, the loom had to be dismantled and the unfinished carpet folded as best they could.
Although cotton came to be used for the warp and weft of the carpet, the herds of sheep that surrounded the tribes provided the basic material, wool. The cold mountain climate provided an added advantage in that the wool was finer and had longer fibers than wool from sheep in warmer climates. A key feature in making the carpets was the bright colours used to form the intricate designs. The manufacture of dyes involved well kept secrets handed down through the generations. Insects, plants, roots, barks and other substances found outside the tents and in their wanderings were all used by the ingenious tribesmen.
Before the dyeing process could begin, the wool had to be washed and dried in the sun to bleach it. The clean wool was then spun by hand. Since the tribes were constantly on the move and had only small vessels in which to hold the dyes, the dyers were unable to achieve uniformity in shades, with yarn displaying varying tones of the same colour. The wool was loosely dipped into dyeing vats and left for a time that could be judged only by the expert craftsman. Then the wool was left to hang without being squeezed, which would have left an uneven colouring. Later the wool was dried in the sun. Because the wool and cotton and silk used in marking the carpets are perishable, very few of the earliest carpet are now in existence.
Many people in Iran have invested their whole wealth in Persian carpets. There are underground storage areas in Tehran that are full of fine specimens of carpet, kept as investments by shrewd businessmen. For many centuries, the Persian carpet received international acknowledgment for its artistic splendour. In palaces, famous building, rich homes and museums throughout the world a Persian carpet is amongst the most treasured possessions.
The Persian carpet is associated with luxury today, but, it had its humble beginning among the nomadic tribes who at one time wandered the great area of Persia in search of their livelihood. That time it was an article of necessity to protect the tribes from cold winters of the country. Thus, out of necessity was born art. Through their bright colours and magical designs, the floor and entrance coverings that protected the tribesmen from the ravages of the weather also brought gay relief to their harsh and hardy lives. In those early days the size of the carpet was often small, dependent upon the size of the tents of room in which the people lived. Besides being an article of furniture, the carpet was also a form of writing for the illiterate tribesmen.  It also came to be used as a prayer mat by thousands of Muslim believers.

Thursday, April 5, 2012

How India Got Her Name

Sham .S.Misri

India is also known as Bharat. A story goes that, Bharata, the fearless son of king Dushyanta and Shakuntala, could count the teeth of a lion’s cub while playing with it. India was named Bharat after this valiant ruler of ancient times.
India derived its name from the river Indus, which the early Aryans called the Sindhu, (ocean) meaning a huge sheet of water. This great river, in ancient times, formed the western boundary of India.  The Persians, who conquered the country  
 Around the river Sindhu, pronounced the letter ‘S’ as ‘H’, thus terming the region beyond the Sindhu as ‘Hindu’ or Hind.
With the coming of the Muslims, the name Hindustan, and the people inhabiting the land were known as Hindus. Europeans, however, called India the country of the Indus.
The tributary of Indus is believed to flow underground. The Sarasvati, celebrated both as a river and a deity in the hymns of the Vedas, was an important tributary of the Indus. Once broad and big, the Sarasvati is now lost in the sands of the Thar Desert. Interestingly, it is believed that flowing underground; the Sarasvati joins Ganga at her confluence with the Yamuna at Prayag in Allahabad. The place where the three rivers meet is known as Triveni Sangam and is venerated as Holy River. The Sarasvat Brahmins, inhabiting areas around Sarasvati River in the Punjab, take their name from the river.
Ganga has her mount the crocodile, while Yamuna has the tortoise as her mount. 
The Indus or river Sindhu rises in the Mount Kailash range about 100 kilometres north of Mansarovar Lake. It flows in Tibet before entering Jammu and Kashmir. Meeting a number of rivers on its way, it cuts through, at one place, a gorge 5200 metres deep. The Indus then enters Pakistan and joins the Arabian Sea near Karachi.
It is believed that the Ganga descended to earth from heaven in answer to the prayers of the mythical king, Bhagirath, in order to redeem the condemned souls of his ancestors. Thus, at its source, lying in the Himalayas in Uttar Pradesh, the river is known as Bhagirathi. After flowing for about 175 Kilometres, the Bhagirathi is joined by the rivers Alakananda and Mandakini, at Deva Prayag. The combined waters then take the name Ganga. The Ganga is the longest river in India. An ice cave called Gomukh (cow’s mouth), stands at the foot of the Gangotri glacier, is the source of the Ganga.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Say No to Anger

Sham S.Misri
Long ago, a saint was once sitting quietly in the shade of a tree. One day a man came to him and started abusing him. The man spoke in a loud and vulgar voice for some time but the saint sat quietly without saying anything in reply.
Finally the man got irritated and said to the saint,”Don’t you have anything to say?”
“No,” said the saint.
“What do you mean?” asked the man angrily.
“If someone gives you a gift and you don’t want it, to whom will the gift belong?” the saint asked.
“To the person who gave it, of course.” Replied the man.
The saint smiled.
“I refuse to accept your anger,” he said. “So, you’ll have to keep it to yourself.”
The man understood, and from that day, he became a disciple of the saint.  

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Waaleh Waaleh Khosa (Removal of hair -follicle by follicle, a man becomes bald)

Sham S. Misri
Long ago in the valley of Kashmir there lived a man, He was a middle aged man who had two wives. One was a young wife
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Stalin – Russian Leader Loses Costly Watch

Sham S.Misri

Stalin born in 1879 came from a poor background. His father was a cobbler and his mother a peasant. His real surname was Djugasvili. He had won many scholarships when he was being trained in a college of priests. Between 1902 and 1913 he was arrested 8 times and exiled to Siberia. He escaped 7 times. In prison he adopted the name Stalin which translated as "Man of Steel".
When Stalin became the leader of Russia in 1929, he realised that Russia was far behind the west. He wanted to modernise Russian economy and  modernise  Russian  farmers by providing them the  tractors.
Stalin remained in power until his death in 1953.
     
The story goes that as head of the soviet state, Stalin one day reported, to the Russian police about the loss of his costly watch from his bed room. About half an hour later, however, he found the watch in the bath room. Stalin then called up the chief of the Russian police and asked him to drop the case and the ninvestigations.  
   “It is too late Sir,” replied the police chief. “We cannot close the case now. We have already arrested five persons in this connection and three of them have even confessed to stealing your watch.”

Monday, April 2, 2012

Monkeys Floss Their Teeth Like Humans


Sham S. Misri
It has been seen that long tailed macaque monkeys clean their teeth with floss like the human beings do. These monkeys use twigs and plant fibres to floss their teeth. A mother macaque monkey teaches her young ones to floss their teeth as soon as they are one year old. The mother macaque sits face to face with her infant baby, pulls the twig or plant fibre back and forth between her teeth several times until she is satisfied that the young one has learnt the art  to floss the teeth.
Macaque monkeys living near a Buddhist shrine in Lopburi, Thailand use human hair to floss their teeth. They pluck the hair of devotees who visit the shrine. The devotees do not mind the monkeys pulling out their hair as they look upon them as divine servants.

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Himal and Nagrai

Sham S.Misri 
(Adapted)
A poor Brahman lived in Kashmir. His wife was not happy with him. She would speak ill against her husband. The Brahman was sick of her and wanted to get rid of her. One day his wife asked him to get alms from a king. He left his home carrying some food in a bag. After traveling some distance he felt tired. He came to a shady tree near a spring, put down his bag and lay down for rest. He saw a serpent come out of the spring and enter the little bag he carried. He thought to carry the serpent home to sting his wife and thus get rid of her. He closed the bag and returned home.
 "I have got a precious gift for you," The Brahman shouted to his wife when he reached home. He told his wife that his bag held the gift. He gave it to her, came out of the room and closed the door from outside. When the lady opened the bag the serpent popped its head out. She cried and ran to the door which did not open. The Brahman said "Let it sting you!"
Then, a miracle happened in the room. The serpent changed into a little male baby. The Brahman and his wife were wonderstruck.
In course of time the baby grew into a boy. He came to be known as Nagrai, the king of serpents. One day he asked his father to take him to a spring for a bath. His father took Nagrai to a spring that belonged to a princess. This spring had high walls. When Nagrai reached there, he turned into a serpent, crept in through a crevice into the wall. He had a bath in the spring and returned quietly.
Next day Himal, the daughter of the king, observed that someone had taken a bath in the spring. Again, Nagrai visited the spring. This time Himal saw the Nagrai and was angry. She set a maid after him and came to know that he was the son of the Brahman. She was happy to know that the young boy was a Brahmin. She decided to marry the Brahman boy.
She told her father, the king, about marrying the poor Brahman boy. The king agreed and called his father, the Brahman.
The Brahman went into the palace and the king talked about the marriage alliance.
"I am a poor man,” The Brahman said, let me ask my son, Nagrai, about it. The son agreed to marry.
On the wedding day of Nagrai, the Brahman took the wedding party into the palace!" That day, Nagrai gave his father a piece of birch on which some words were inscribed. He asked his father to drop it in a spring. When the Brahman returned home he saw a new beautiful palace made. His hut was not seen anywhere. When Nagrai came from the palace, he was dressed as a princely bridegroom. The whole city feasted on the wedding of Himal and Nagrai. The serpent wives of Nagrai felt sad in his absence. They made efforts to trace him out.
Then, one serpent wife of Nagrai played a trick. She pretended to be a cobbler woman, and met Himal. She asked Himal if she knew of her husband Nagrai the cobbler.
 "Nagrai is my husband," replied Himal, "and he is a Brahman boy."
The cobbler woman said, “Nagrai is my husband and is a cobbler by caste. She added, "You may ask Nagrai his caste that will test the truth. Ask him to plunge into a spring of milk. If he be a Brahman, he will sink, while a cobbler's body will float on the surface of milk."
When Nagrai came home, Himal asked him his caste. Nagrai replied that he was a Brahman. Himal asked him to enter into a spring of milk. When he dipped his feet in a spring full of milk, he was pulled down by his serpent-wives. He called Himal to save him. She sprang and tried to pull him out, but it was too late. Nagrai disappeared under the milk and Himal was left alone.
Himal was sad and in grief. She was in shock and sorrow. Her own folly led to her ruin. She decided to give all her wealth in charity. She gave away everything she had in silver, gold and jewels. Only a golden mortar and pestle was left with her.

Once, an old man and his daughter came to Himal for alms. The old man narrated Himal a tale. He told Himal that one night he and his daughter were near a spring. At midnight they heard a great noise. Some servants came out of the spring with cooked foods and served to guests including a prince. They all disappeared within the spring except their chief. He left a little food under the tree saying "This is in the name of unlucky Himal" and disappeared within the spring.
 Himal persuaded the old man to take her to the spring and rewarded him with her wealth, the golden mortar and pestle. At night Himal saw Nagrai come out of the spring. She bowed at his feet. Nagrai was afraid that his serpent wives would kill Himal if he took her to his home. He consoled Himal and advised her to wait for sometime till he could make some arrangement for her stay. Himal did not want any further separation from him (Nagrai) and coiled herself round his legs.
Nagrai was in a fix now. He turned her into a pebble, hid her in his turban and went back to his home in the serpent world. His wives began to doubt him and accused him of the smell of human flesh in his company. He could not conceal the secret and reconverted her into the human form.
When the serpent wives saw Himal, they stung Himal and she died immediately. Nagrai was under grief. He was helpless. He washed the body of Himal for final cremation. He was so moved by his affection for Himal that he could not stand the idea of consigning it to the flames. Instead, he put some balm over it and stretched it on a bed near the spring.
When Nagrai would come out of the spring, he would look on the beauty of the dead form of Himal. After some days, a holy man came to the spring and saw the dead body. He was so impressed by the beauty of Himal and the love of Nagrai that he gave the body the gift of life. He carried Himal to his home where the holy man's son was fascinated with her beauty. He set his heart on marrying her. A couple of days later Nagrai came once again out of the spring to draw consolation from a sight of Himal's body. He was grieved to find the body missing. He traced her ultimately to the holy man's hut where she was lying asleep and was delighted to find her living once again. He did not want to disturb her while asleep and, therefore, coiled himself near the bed of Himal till she would wake up. In the meantime, the holy man's son entered the cottage and was alarmed to see the snake. He at once killed the snake. Himal woke up in this noise. She realized the significance of the snake and its unnatural death. "Once again has he suffered for my sake" she said. She got the dead snake cremated and on the funeral pyre committed herself to the flames. Everyone was moved by their loyalty and the sacrifice they made for each other. The holy man was sorrow because it was in his hut where Nagrai out of love for Himal had lost his life and this had led to the self-immolation of Himal. He felt deeply worried.
 One day, while he was thinking over this question he heard two birds talking about the love, attachment and sacrifice of Himal and Nagrai. The female bird said to her consort, "Can they ever regain their human form?" "Verily so" replied the latter, "if their ashes are thrown into the spring." The holy man at once threw the ashes into the spring. Himal and Nagrai came to life in their human form once again and lived without further mishap ever after.

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