Thursday, May 31, 2012

Anim sui, wavum sui, lajum sui, panasui. (Ingratitude).

Anim sui, wavum sui, lajum sui, panasui.
I brought the nettle, I sowed it, and then the nettle stung me.
Ingratitude.
Sham S. Misri 
Kashmir called the Rishi Vaar is famous for saints, fakirs and holy men. In olden times there was a famous fakir in Kashmir, who punished himself in a unique manner.He uprooted a stinging nettle (Sui), and fixing some mud upon the palm of his hand, planted the nettle therein. All the day and all the night for several years he held out his hand with the palm uppermost, and the nettle in it. The plant grew and was strong and by reason of this, thousands of Hindus used to visit the fakir, and give him alms. The fakir had a disciple, who
eventually became very jealous of the honor which his master received. One day in a fit of anger, he hit the nettle, earth and all, out of his master's hand.The saint was upset. 
The fakir then spoke the above saying concerning both the nettle and his disciple, whom
he had brought up and nourished from his infancy.

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

The Secret Hall

Sham S.Misri

Many years ago a sculptor carved a statue showing an image of a man. The statue stood upright and held out its right hand. On the middle finger of the hand were written the words Strike Here.  No one knew what this meant, but all thought the image held some hidden treasure. The image was struck by men to find the opening.
One day, a wise and learned man looked hard at the image to see if he could find out the secret. The sun was shining brightly. It was noon, and the shadow of the image lay upon the ground. The hand of the shadow was stretched out, and the learned man saw the shadow finger.
He marked the spot where the tip of the finger rested, and at night, when all was still, he came again. He had brought a spade with him, and he dug down at the spot he had marked. Soon he came to a trap door. He raised the door and saw some steps leading down. Then he closed the door above him and went down the steps.
He found himself in a great hall, and in the middle of the hall was a table. The table was set with dishes of gold and silver, with golden knives and cups of gold. At one end sat a king and a queen. He knew they were a king and a queen by their rich robes, and by the crowns on their heads. Fine nobles, too, sat at the table, and all about were men standing.
The wonder was, there was not a sound, and not a single person moved. The king sat still; the queen sat still; the nobles did not stir; the men were fixed. It was as if they were all of stone. When this learned man touched them, he found that they were stone.
He went into another room. There he saw many women dressed in purple. They, too, were of stone. He went into a stable where horses stood in the stalls and they had all been turned to stone. He went about the palace and everywhere it was as still as death. Not a living thing was to be seen; but there were riches more than he ever dreamt of.
At last he came back to the great hall. He saw that the light which lighted the hall came from a precious stone in one corner. The light, as he gazed, fell upon a stone archer, who stood with his bow drawn, and the arrow pointed at the precious stone. On the archer's brow were the words:—
"I am what I am. My shaft is sure; least of all can the precious stone escape me."
Now the learned man thought to carry away some of the treasure. He went to the table and chose some of the golden cups. When he hid them in his cloak the arrow sped from the bow and struck the precious stone. In an instant the stone broke into bits and there was total darkness.
The learned man was searching for the stairs. He could not find them. He went back and forth, but he never found the stairs. He, too, became a stone statue in the secret hall.

Sunday, May 27, 2012

King Solomon and the Bees

Sham S.Misri

King Solomon of Israel was known for his wisdom. The African queen of Sheba heard of his fame and wanted to visit his court. She was very much impressed by his wealth and greatness.  She wished to test his power of solving puzzles.
One day she showed King Solomon two garland of flowers. She had one in the right hand and the other in her left hand. One garland was real and the other was artificial. “Can you say which garland is real and which is artificial?” she asked. The courtiers were puzzled. Both the garlands looked the same. Solomon could not say a word. The queen felt proud. She thought Solomon would not be able to solve the puzzle.
Solomon soon ordered that the windows should be opened. A number of bees flew into the hall from the garden. They buzzed in the hall about the queen and settled on the garland in the right hand.
“The flowers in the right hand are real,” said Solomon, “and the others artificial.” The queen was greatly impressed by his wisdom.

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Saturday, May 26, 2012

Cyrus The Great- Brought Up In Hut

Sham S.Misri

About 550 years before Christ there lived a king whose name was Astyages. Those days there were three kingdoms situated in the heart of Asia. They were Assyria, Media, and Persia. Astyages was the King of Media and Cambyses was the ruling prince of Persia. Astyages had a daughter whose name was Mandane.
When Mandane was young and unmarried, living at her father's palace, king Astyages saw a dream. He had dreamed of a great flood, which destroyed his capital, and submerged a large part of his kingdom. The king thought that it perhaps indicated that after the marriage of his daughter, she should have a son who would rebel against him and snatch the supreme power, thus crushing his kingdom.
To guard against this imagined danger, the king made up his mind that his daughter be married to a husband in some foreign land, far away from Media altogether. He then selected Prince Cambyses, the ruling prince of Persia, for her husband. Persia was at that time a small territory and the distance between the two countries was large. King Astyages thought that in sending his daughter there to be the wife of the prince, he had taken precautions to guard against the danger of his dream. Mandane was accordingly married, and went with her husband to her new home in Persia.
A year later, her father, king Astyages had another dream. He dreamed that a vine tree grew from his daughter’s garden which grew so rapidly and abundantly that it extended itself over the whole land. Vine being a symbol of luck and plenty, the king considered this as an omen of good from his daughter. This awakened his fears again that he was doomed to find a rival for the possession of his kingdom in his daughter Mandane's son and heir. He called his wise men and related his dream to them, and asked for their interpretation. They decided that it meant that Mandane would have a son who would one day become a king.
King was now worried, and he called his daughter to come home and pay a visit to her father. The real purpose of having his daughter with him was that he might destroy her child as soon as one should be born.
The daughter came to her father, and stayed in a house near his palace. Only reliable people were put in charge of her household. A few months passed away, and then Mandane's child was born. On hearing of the birth of a child, the king called one tough man to his court. His name was Harpagus.
The king then ordered Harpagus to take his daughter Mandane's child to his house and put him to death. He was also informed to arrange the burial of the body in any way he thought best. The only thing was that the child was killed.
Harpagus obeyed the king, as it was his duty to do. He received the child. Nobody suspected the object for which the child was taken away. Everyone thought that the child was taken to be dressed with costly robes which his mother and the king had prepared for him.
Although Harpagus had expressed willingness to obey the cruel order of the king, his mind changed as soon as he received the child. He at once sent for a village herdsman named Mitridates to come to his home. In the mean time, Harpagus took the child to his house, and in a very excited manner related the whole thing to his wife. He kept the child down on the floor, leaving it neglected and alone. He then talked with his wife in a hurried and anxious manner in respect to the dreadful situation in which he found himself placed. She asked him what he intended to do. He replied that he himself would not destroy the child. He told his wife that it was the son of Mandane, the king’s grandson. Mandane was the king's daughter. If the king should die, Mandane’s son would succeed him! Harpagus further said that he did not dare to disobey the orders of the king so far as to save the child's life.
 While they were talking this herdsman Mitridates came in. He found Harpagus and his wife talking with anxiety and distress, while the child was crying and feeling terrified and hungry.
Harpagus gave the child to the herdsman. He carried it to his hut. It so happened that his wife, whose name was Spaco, had at that very time delivered a child, but it was dead. Her dead son had been born during the absence of her husband, Mitridates. The wife was at grief at the loss of her child. Her anxiety and grief changed at seeing the beautiful babe which her husband brought to her. The herdsman then told his wife the whole story.
He told her that the king had given the child to him to carry it into the mountains and leave it to die. He said in the end that the child was the son of Mandane, the daughter of the king, and he was to be destroyed by the orders of king Astyages himself, for fear that at some future period he might attempt to take over the throne.
She drew the child to her bosom as if she was herself his mother. She begged her husband for his life. She, the herdsman’s wife, Spaco, became more and more earnest in her desires that the child might be saved. She rose from her couch and clasped her husband's knees, and begged him with many tears to grant her request. Her husband did not agree.
 A thought then came to Spaco, his wife, that her own dead child might be substituted for the living one, and be exposed in the mountains instead. She proposed this plan, and the herdsman agreed to adopt it. They took off the fine robes of the living child, and put them on the corpse, and then the babe was restored in Spaco's bosom. The herdsman placed his own dead child, completely disguised by the royal robes, in the little basket and left him in the forest.
The herdsman then went to the Harpagus to inform him that the child was dead. The herdsman exhibited the dead child to him, and he was satisfied. Harpagus then ordered the body to be buried.
Thus the child of Mandane, called Cyrus, was brought up in the herdsman's hut, and passed everywhere for Spaco's child.
The king was then informed that his orders had been executed, and that the child was dead. The secret of the child's preservation remained concealed for about ten years. The truth was then discovered-The child was Cyrus the Great.

Friday, May 25, 2012

The Golden Goose

Sham S.Misri

A goose with golden feathers lived in a pond. Near this pond lived a poor woman with her two daughters. They were poor and were leading a tough life. The goose found that the poor woman was passing a hard time with her daughters.

The goose thought, “If I give them one of my golden feathers everyday, the woman can sell them. She and her daughters can live in comfort with the money raised from it”. After thinking this, the goose flew to the poor woman’s house. On seeing the goose inside the house, the woman said,” Why have you come here? We have nothing to offer you”.

The goose replied, “I have not come to take anything, but I have something to give you.  I will give my golden feathers one by one and you can sell them. With the money raised through it, you people can easily live in comfort”. After saying this, the goose shed one of her feathers and then flew away. This became a regular feature and from time to time, the goose came back and every time left another feather.

Like this, the woman and her daughters were happily leading their life by selling the feathers of the golden goose. Each golden feather got them enough money to keep them in comfort. But the woman became greedy to get all the feathers as soon as possible. One day, she said to her daughters, “Now, we will not trust this goose, possibly she may fly away and never come back. If this would happen, we will be poor again. We will take all of her feathers, when she will come the next time”.

The innocent daughters replied, “Mother, this will hurt the goose. We will not cause any pain to her”. But the mother was determined to catch hold the goose the very next time she comes. Next time, when the goose came, the mother caught her and pulled out all of her feathers. Now, the golden feathers of the goose changed into some strange feathers. The mother was shocked to see such feathers.

The Golden goose said, “Poor Mother, I wanted to help you, but you wanted to kill me instead. As per my wish, I used to give you the golden feather. Now, I think there is no need to help you. Now, my feathers are nothing more than chicken feathers for you. I am going from this place and will never come back”. The mother felt sorry and apologized for the mistake committed by her. The Golden goose said, “Never be greedy” and flew away.

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Rupee Attracts Rupee

Sham S. Misri

One day a very poor man was walking on the road. He was a pauper. When this pauper got his first rupee he was very cheerful. He said to himself people call me a pauper, I think I am not. With this thought he went straight to the cash-window of the nearby treasury, and dangled his sparkling coin there. Looking to the cashier he said," Hello, you see, I had been told that a rupee attracts rupee and hoped to pull more shiny coins to my rupee. It, you know, is my only coin rupee. It pulled none." He dangled it a little and it fell tinkering away and lay well protected in the cashiers lap. “But I had been told that a rupee attracts rupee.” cried the penniless pauper man in dismay.
“It does! My dear it does!”  Replied the cashier. “The rupee heap attracts every stray rupee, that beggars like you may come by. “Yes when it comes to rupee, the laws of magnetism act in the reverse gear.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

The Trumpeter’s Fault


Sham S. Misri

Long time ago, a dispute arose between two countries regarding their border territory. As the two armies were fighting against each other in a battle field over it, there was an announcement. The battle came to a standstill.  A trumpeter, who was making the announcement and was bravely leading on the soldiers on one side, was captured by the enemy. He cried out to his captors, "Pray spare me, and do not take my life without cause or without inquiry. I have not slain a single man of your troop. I have no arms, and carry nothing but this one brass trumpet."
 "That is the very reason for which you should be put to death," they said; "for, while you do not fight yourself, your trumpet moves all the others to battle."

Saturday, May 5, 2012

Momma Kokker (Hen)


Long ago in the city of Srinagar, Kashmir there lived a boy called Ali Mohammad. He was a handsome and a charming boy. His name was affectionately rounded off to mere Momma by his father. (Momma in Kashmiri means for a woman's breast).  As a young boy, Momma used to do all odd-jobs for all the families living in the vicinity of his home. So long as his father was alive, he never thought of learning a trade to earn a living for himself.
 Now Momma grew up into an adult man. He now stopped obliging those who had taken him for granted. After his father's death, he worked as a coolie at the local


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