Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Lassa Magray’s Koker (hen)

Sham S. Misri                                     
Lassa Magray lived at the foot of a hill in a thatched hut. The hut was all made of wooden planks. One day he went for an evening walk before it was sunset.  While walking along the foothill of the mountain he came across a big round stone boulder. He came near the boulder, and looked around. He was amazed to see some ten to twelve eggs lying on one side beside the rock. He was extremely happy and thought for a while. He got tempted and collected all the eggs in his shirt clothing that he was wearing. With the eggs in his torn shirt he went home. When he reached home, he showed the eggs to his wife. His wife told him, “I was also wondering where our hen was laying the eggs, Infarct, these are the eggs of our hen“.
 Our hen may be searching for these eggs, as she is moving fast here and there making a peculiar sound of ‘coo’ ‘ coo’ meaning there by that she wants to hatch the eggs. The wife proposed to her husband to keep these eggs in the chicken coop for the hen to incubate. The husband agreed quietly. Days passed and the eggs hatched.  Fine chicks emerged. The wife and the husband thought that the new born chicks be kept safe.  When they grew a little, Lassa Magarey thought of taking the chick’s to the same boulder where from he had picked up the eggs. He had seen that the area near the boulder was full of tall trees. With this idea, he thought that the chicks would not fall prey to vultures, kites as the area was covered with forest trees. All plans were set to shift the chicks.  In a short while, to the surprise of both all the chicks flew away. The hen remained there alone to make the peculiar sound Coo, Coo, running here and there.
 Lassa Magray felt sad. He told his wife,” In reality we are ourselves responsible for all this, as, we could not recognize the eggs. The eggs belonged to wild geese.”
When we do not get the desired things that we hope to get, we say
,” Aath gaye Lassa Magray sunz koker”
Meaning there by;
It has become Lassa Magray’s  hen .

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