Showing posts with label farmer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label farmer. Show all posts

Monday, September 26, 2016

A FRIEND'S ADVISE

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By Kamlesh Tripathi






    Durga was a rich farmer, but a very lazy one. Who, neither looked after his fields; nor his granary. Nor did he ever bother to keep a regular count of his cattle. That apart, he did not even bother to look after his household belongings. Anything and everything, he just left it on his servants to accomplish. But his laziness soon led to mismanagement. When, the situation at home became adverse. Where, he started losing money, both in his farms and even in his dairy.

    One day, Harish, a friend of Durga, came visiting him. He noticed the situation in his house to be extremely deplorable. But knowing well, Durga won’t accede to his valuable sermons.  He decided to play a noble trick. To help him tide over the situation, he said—‘Friend! I’m disheartened to see you in such a deplorable condition. But I have a sure shot and an easy way to pull you out of your miseries.’

    Durga was now eager to know what his friend wanted to say. He politely requested—‘kindly tell me know what you have in mind. I’ll surely follow.’

    Harish said—‘my dear friend, before all the birds wake up in the morning. A white swan that lives Mansarovar lake comes to earth and returns by noon. One can’t exactly say when he comes. But it is generally believed. That anyone who is able to have his darshan is considered very lucky. For you’ll have no problems in life thereafter, and also, you’ll roll in riches.’

    Durga replied—‘Is it. Then, come what may, I’ll ensure I have his darshan.

    After the conversation, Harish left for his home. Next day, Durga got up early in the morning. He came out of his house, in pursuit of the white swan, and walked towards the granary. There he saw one person pilfering grain out of his heap. When, he saw Durga coming. He started apologising.

    From the granary Durga returned home. Then he went to his cow ranch. There he saw his milker, milking his cow. But to his surprise, he was only filling his wife’s pot with the milk. Durga scolded him. Thereafter, he had something to eat. And then he left his home again. In search of the white swan, when he went to his fields. There, he noticed, his labourers had not reached the fields. He patiently waited for them. When they finally arrived he reprimanded them for coming late. And in this manner, wherever he went, he curtailed his losses.

    Thereafter, in search of the white swan, Durga started getting up early in the morning every day, and started roaming around. With the change in his habit, his servants started working properly. All the pilferage stopped in his granary and even in his cow-ranch. Earlier, he used to be a sickly person, but now he had become healthy one because of his long walks. The fields from where he was getting poor yields had suddenly started giving high returns. And his cow-ranch too started giving milk aplenty. That gave him rich dividends.

          One day after a long time, Durga’s friend Harish came to his house again. When, Durga said—‘friend! I couldn’t find that white swan you spoke about last time; but in his pursuit I started making profits.’

    Harish started laughing, when he replied—‘friend! To toil relentlessly, is the white swan, I was talking about. The wings of labour are always white. People, who don’t work and leave everything to their servants, always suffer losses. But, people who toil themselves, and look after their servants, earn fortunes and respect.
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Sunday, March 27, 2016

SHORT STORY: REAL VICTORY

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By Kamlesh Tripathi





    Once there lived an arrogant farmer in a village. His name was Sher Singh. He was as dreadful as a tiger. Even for small reasons he used to pick up big fights. He never spoke to the people of the village in a polite manner. And he never visited anyone nor did he wish anyone he came across on the way. The villagers also found him arrogant and avoided speaking to him.

    In the same village one day a farmer named Dayaram came and settled from a distant location. As compared to Sher Singh he was extremely simple and helpful. He spoke to everyone in a very polite manner and he always tried to help the villagers. Soon every villager started respecting him and also started seeking advice from him.

    One day the villagers advised Dayaram—‘Brother Dayaram! Never visit Sher Singh at his house. Try and stay away from him as he is a big fighter.’

    Dayaram laughed and said—‘If Sher Singh tries to fight with me I will kill him.’

    Some villagers laughed at this. They knew Dayaram was very kind. Forget killing he couldn’t have even abused anyone. But someone went and sneaked about Dayaram’s comment to Sher Singh. Sher Singh on hearing this got very angry. And since then he started making attempts to pick up a fight with Dayaram. One day he left his bullocks in Dayaram’s fields. They grazed his crop and even destroyed some; but Dayaram quietly drove them out of his fields.

    One day Sher Singh damaged the drain to Dayaram’s fields with the result water started flowing in the wrong direction. Dayaram without any confrontation quietly set the drain right. And in this fashion he kept harming Dayaram; but Dayaram with his cool nature did not give him an opportunity to pick up a fight.

    One day a relative of Dayaram sent him some Kharboozaas (melons) from Lucknow. And as a good gesture he decided to distribute them in the village. He sent one to each farmer; but Sher Singh refused to accept and sent it back saying, ‘I’m not a beggar and don’t accept alms from anyone.’

    During monsoon, one day, when Sher Singh was returning home from the market in his bullock-cart loaded with grains, on the way it got stuck in a mire near a nullah (watercourse). His feeble bullocks were unable to pull the cart out of the mire. When the news reached the village everyone felt—‘Since Sher Singh is a crook, let him spend the night by the side of the nullah alone.’

    But Dayaram with his robust bullocks immediately left for the nullah to help Sher Singh. People tried to stop him, they advised—‘Dayaram! Sher Singh has troubled you quite a lot in the past. And you used to say if he fights with you, you will kill him. Then why are you going to help him today?’

    Dayaram replied—‘Today I’ll definitely kill him. And you all will be able to see that in the morning.’ And with that he left.

    When Sher Singh saw Dayaram coming with his robust bullocks to help him, he arrogantly yelled—‘You please go back. I don’t require anyone’s help.’

    Dayaram didn’t slow down and continued walking towards him in the same pace and said—‘Abuse me if you feel so, beat me if you wish to, but right now you are in trouble. Your cart is stuck and it’s getting dark. So I just can’t agree to what you say right now, and I must help you.’

    Dayaram quickly released Sher Singh’s bullocks from the harness and installed his own. And thereafter his robust bullocks pulled the cart out of the mire. Sher Singh then drove his bullock-cart home and realized the goodness of Dayaram and started saying—‘Dayaram you killed me with your kindness. And now I am no more that arrogant Sher Singh.’ And thereafter Sher Singh started dealing with everyone with extreme love, kindness and humbleness. To win over evil with goodness is the real victory, and Dayaram achieved that.

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Tuesday, January 26, 2016

SHORT STORY: LESSON FROM A CRANE


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By Kamlesh Tripathi






    A pair of crane used to live in a farmer’s field near a village along with their newly hatched babies. But even before the babies could grow up to fly, the field of the farmer was ready for harvest. This got the cranes worried fearing their nests would now get destroyed.  And, before the farmer cuts the crop they should leave the place and move to a safer place, but unfortunately the babies were unable to fly. The crane told the babies—‘in our absence if any one comes to the field, learn to remember what all he says.’

    One day, when the crane returned home with food for the babies in the evening, they said—‘today the farmer had come. He inspected the fields by walking around it. At one or two places he also halted and kept staring at the field. He was saying to himself that the crop is now fit for harvest. Today I’ll request the villagers to cut my crop.’
    The Crane said—‘you all don’t worry. The crop will not be cut soon. It will be long before it is harvested.’

    After sometime one day when the crane returned in the evening he found the babies nervous. They started saying—‘we should now leave this field immediately. Today the farmer had come again. He was murmuring to himself that the villagers are very selfish. They are not making any arrangements for harvesting my crop. Tomorrow I’ll send my brothers and have the crop harvested.

    The crane, not worried and unconcerned told his babies—‘the crop will not be harvested soon. In a couple of days you will start flying in a proper manner. So there is no reason for any panic.

    Many days had passed. By now the babies of the crane had started flying and were fearless. One day in the evening they started saying—‘this farmer is only scaring us. He had come even today when he started saying, my brothers don’t listen to me and all of them only make excuses. The grains of my crop are drying up and have started falling. Tomorrow morning I will come myself to cut the crop.’

     The crane upon hearing this panicked and said—‘come on! Hurry up! It hasn’t got dark. Let’s fly off to another place that is safer. Tomorrow the crop will definitely be cut.’

    The kids said—‘why will the crop be cut this time. What makes you say that?’

    The crane said—‘till the farmer was depending on villagers and his brothers the hope of crop being cut was not there. People, who leave their tasks for someone else to perform; their tasks never get done. But those who get ready to do it themselves, their jobs, no one can stop from getting it done. If the farmer has decided to cut his crop tomorrow, sure enough he will do it.’

    The crane along with his kids left for another place forthwith.


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Friday, January 15, 2016

short story: MONGOOSE AND THE LADY

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By Kamlesh Tripathi







    A farmer had a mongoose as a pet in his house. The mongoose was very clever and loyal to his master. One day the farmer had gone out on business. And his wife after feeding the baby and putting him off to sleep left for the nearby well to fill water in her pitcher. She was relaxed as the mongoose was to there to guard the baby.

    After she left for the well a black snake came out from the nearby hole, close to where the baby was sleeping on the floor. The snake started inching towards the infant. On seeing this, the mongoose pounced on the snake to attack him. In the fight that ensued, the mongoose tore the snake into pieces and killed it. He then went to the main door of the house and started waiting for the farmer’s wife.

    The farmer’s wife soon returned after filling her pitcher when she saw the mongoose lying near the doorstep. But on seeing blood in his mouth she thought he had bitten her baby. She felt saddened and angry for a moment. And then in a fit of rage she through the heavy pitcher full of water on the mongoose. Poor mongoose could not withstand the impact of the loaded pitcher and died on the spot.

    Farmer’s wife ran inside in panic but only to find that her baby was peacefully sleeping, but close by, a dead snake was lying that was killed by the mongoose. The lady realised her mistake. She ran towards the dead mongoose and held it in her arms and started weeping. But by then it was too late. And that is why it is said:

    One should not act without ascertaining facts, and if you do so you’ll only mess up things and be laughed at by the world.

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Friday, January 1, 2016

Short story: The farmer and the crane

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By Kamlesh Tripathi







THE FARMER AND THE CRANE
    Once, a diligent farmer was harassed by birds when they started attacking his fields. His fields were located close to the nearby forests that happened to be the habitat of many such varieties of birds. The moment the farmer used to sow the seeds and cover it with sand, these pack of birds used to land on the fields and consume the seeds from under the sand. And the farmer had gone tired trying to keep the birds at bay and was having a harrowing time. A lot of the seeds were eaten away by these birds and that was making his farming uneconomical. At last he had no alternative but to cultivate his land all over again and sow fresh seeds.  
 
    But this time anticipating the same nuisance, he brought along with him a big net and laid the trap of the net over the entire field. Many birds as before came to pick the seeds but got trapped in the net this time. And along with the birds one crane also got stuck in the net.

    When the farmer started catching the birds in the net the crane implored—‘please have mercy on me. I have not put you to any loss nor have I eaten your seeds. I’m neither a hen, nor a sparrow nor any other seed consuming bird. I’m a crane. I only eat insects that are harmful for crops. Therefore please leave me.’   

    Farmer was angry and in his anger he blurted—‘what you say is correct, but today you have been caught along with these birds that have eaten all my seeds. So you are also their friend. And, since you have come with them you also need to face the punishment with them.’

     The moral of the story is: a person is known by the company he keeps. People who are good but stay with bad people are subjected to punishment and disgrace. By accompanying miscreant birds even dutiful crane got trapped and had to pay the price.  
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