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Source: Ray Mitchell (raykiwsp.wordpress.com)

An Unequal Contest In A Forest (For Children)


Shasha was a young rabbit, grey in color, adopted by other animals when she was a baby.

She was frisky, friendly and intelligent too, liked by everyone but two – the two that made fun of her. One was Mahisha, the bull, strong in body with long horns and a bit boorish. You too would be if all you ha was a tail to whack off the pesky flies buzzing around his unreachable back. And Durchara, the sad and sleepy looking crocodile that animals were wary of. Of course he was neither sad nor sleepy. While meanie Mahisha would say: ‘How I love to play ball with you – you’ll make a nice furry one to kick around,’  Durchara would come up with: ‘One of these days I would like to take you around to interesting places you must never miss – most of all, inside my tummy.’ One had to be careful with him especially when he was not in good humor or he was hungry.

Impetuous young Shasha was not one to take things lying down – whenever she saw, she would tease them, of course, from a safe distance. Finally she would always dart off into the bushes saying with mock solemnity: ‘Just wait for the day you’re going to see how strong Shasha is!’ She was quite blithe about it with no idea what she would do and how she would make it happen.

The old Ulooka, the wise owl, and Kaaga, the crow, took up on themselves to be Shasha’s guardians keeping a close watch over her day and night. They knew about the pests that Mahisha and Durchara were and were thinking about fixing these two for good. At last they knew how. They were sure Gaja, the elephant would oblige them with what they needed.

On their next meeting, Shasha invited Mahisha for a trial of strength: ‘If you wish to see Shasha in true colors, come here to this place near the mango tree this Sunday morning.’

So an intrigued Mahisha presented himself at the appointed place and time

He saw before him a thick rope, retrieved by Gaja from an abandoned lumber-shed, lying on the ground running from where he stood to somewhere out of sight beyond the thick growth of bushes.

‘Mahisha, you hold this end of the rope in your mouth and I’ll be tugging at the other end out there. Let’s see who is stronger. Are you game?’

‘You kidding? One jerk – I’ll have you where I want…at my feet. Try something different. I want it to be fair.’

He relented finally when Shasha assured him of her seriousness.

Kaaga as the referee started the count-down at the top of his voice as Shasha wished Mahisha luck and dashed off to her position beyond the bushes.

On zero, the rope went taut grabbed at both ends.

Mahisha, going about it like a walk down the garden, even before he could register it in his head, saw his body dragged several feet forward.  What was happening? This wasn’t going the way it should. Was Shasha being aided by some spirit getting into her body? In any case he quickly recovered from the initial surprise and stood his ground. With a grunt that made all the animals in the forest stop in their tracks for a moment, Mahisha, now all ready for this strange trial of strength – he would figure it out later, slowly regained his position and was even gaining on Shasha.

Well, it wasn’t for too long before the tide turned again and Mahisha began yielding ground. He was all sweat and snort.

This push-pull went on for a while until the rope, frayed by constant rubbing against thorny bushes, snapped. An exhausted Mahisha, frothing at the mouth, was shot backwards like a shooting star in the skies to be finally stopped by a tree trunk. He lay helplessly spreadeagled, holding fast in his mouth one end of a long piece of rope.

Shasha was declared as the winner.

Strangely Durchara also conceded defeat at the same time in an identical contest with Shasha unknown to Mahisha. He was found in a helplessly grotesque pose on a sand bank by the riverside, holding fast in his mouth one end of a long piece of rope.

From that day Mahisha and Durchara looked at Shasha with new found respect.

Till this date they could not could put the two pieces of rope together to guess what had happened on either side of the bush on that day.  Could you?


Source: Adapted from tamilsirukathaigal.com

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Some Chutkule’s


What wives can see through is no joke…this one is!

पत्नी:मेरी ये समझ में नहीं आता की कई साल से मैं करवा चौथ का व्रत नहीं रख रही
फिर भी तुम पूर्ण स्वस्थ कैसे चल रहे हो।

पति: मैं बहुत नियम संयम से रहता हूँ इसलिए।

पत्नी: मुझे बेवक़ूफ़ समझ रखा है क्या ?
सच सच बताओ वह कौन है
जो तुम्हारे लिए करवा चौथ का व्रत रखती है


Have you noticed…

कहावत: हाथ की “पांचों” उँगलियॉ एक समान नहीं होती है!

हकीकत: पर “खाने” के वक्त सभी उँगलियॉ एक हो जाती है! !

हिंदुस्तान के समस्त “राजनैतिक दलों” को समर्पित


Sometimes even a PJ can be funny with Santa and Banta around:

संता अपने कुत्ते को पकड़ कर…
उस की पुंछ को पाइप में डाल रहा था…

बंता: “ओए…कुत्ते की पूंछ कभी सीधी नहीं होती…”
संता: “मालुम है मुझे…मेरे को तो पाइप टेढ़ा करना है…!!”

Did you see that coming? Santa must get his due.


A joke, one would think, is a last place to find poetic imagery – you’ve reached one!

लड़का: तुम्हारा दुप्पटा उठा लो जमीन से घिसा जा रहा है!
लड़की: “दुप्पटा भी अपना फ़र्ज़ निभा रहा है, कोई चूम न ले मेरी कदमो की मिटटी को इसलिए ये निशान मिटा रहा है!!” (Isn’t that worth a ‘wah, wah. kya keh diya aapne!’)

लड़का: अपसरा की औलाद, आगे गोबर है  (Imagine what a couple they would make!)




From: dr puneet and santabanta.com

Mulla Nasrudin And The Seven Wise Men

Seven philosophers, logicians and doctors of law of repute were drawn up at the Royal Court to examine Mulla Nasrudin. This was a serious case, because he had admitted going from village to village saying: “The so-called wise men are ignorant, irresolute, and confused.” He was charged with undermining the social order in the State.

“You may speak first,” said the Sultan.

“May I have some paper and pens brought?”

Mulla folded the sheet of paper, made pieces of it and wrote something on each.

“Kindly have these distributed to these wise men who have happily assembled here for the purpose of indicting me. Let them write the.answer to the question appearing on their paper.”

This was done and the papers were handed back to the Sultan who read them out:

The first said:”It’s a food.”

The second:”It is flour and water.”

The third:”A gift of God.”

The fourth:”Baked dough.”

The fifth:”Affordable to all.”

The sixth:”A nutritious substance.”

The seventh: “It means sustenance.”

There was a moment of silence before Nasrudin addressed the Sultan and the court:

“Isn’t it strange they cannot agree about something they eat each day, yet are unanimous that I am a heretic? Would you entrust matters of assessment and judgment to people like these? When they agree on the question asked of them –  ‘What is bread?’ – it may be possible for them to decide other things.”

Once again Nasrudin walked out a free man.






Adapted from: Idries Shah at spiritual-short-stories.com

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