Nasiruddin, The Outliar
August 28, 2016 2 Comments
Mulla Nasiruddin’s tales like Akbar-Birbal’s and Tenali Raman’s are short and witty and some downright outrageous, all the same enjoyable. Here’s one such:
On a particularly cold night, Nasiruddin was stretching his legs in front of a dying fire,
He was joined by a villager given to gross exaggeration and sometimes outright lies. Much as he would have liked, Nasiruddin could do little to avoid him. It wasn’t long before the villager launched himself in full flow.
‘You know, these don’t bother me,’ he said punching the hard mattress Nasiruddin was sitting on.
‘Don’t understand why should my mattress bother anyone save me.’
‘This kind of dried grass is quite beneath me.’
‘But that’s where a mattress belongs – beneath you?’
Nasiruddin’s levity or naivety, whatever, was roundly ignored.
The villager rolled on: ‘Under the circumstances, I sleep over the air.’
’Yes, I simply levitate.’
Obviously it called for an explanation that was supplied without any encouragement: ‘I learnt it a few months ago from an itinerant Baba!’
‘Very interesting! And what a coincidence it would be if he was the same guy who taught me to see in the dark. Was he one eyed, toothless and in white robes?’
It was villager’s turn to be nonplussed: ‘Seeing in the dark? Really? Then…why would you do that?’
‘But I’ve seen you go out in the night always carrying a lighted lamp in hand – never without it.’
‘Oh, at my age collisions could be nasty, you’ll agree – a fall can break a bone or two. So the lamp – it’s for others to stay clear off me.’
The villager suddenly remembered at that instant he had to be elsewhere.
Source: Adapted from speakingtree.in and image from nasrudinsblog.wordpress.com