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Honors
to the Cats
Vinaya Kasajoo
Translated by Rabin Maharjan
 “We
will never be able to tie the bell around the Cat’s neck!
Now we should not waste our time. We should try other ideas."
said the Bearded Mouse rubbing his whiskers.
“This is the question of our life and death. We cannot leave
this problem without solving it,” the Young Mouse interrupted.
“Yes, this problem has been discussed before us several times.
Lots of mice have sacrificed their lives trying to tie the
bell in the Cat’s neck. However, even if someone succeeds,
the Cat does not keep the bell. He breaks the rope and throws
the bell away. That is why we should leave this plan,” the
Bearded Mouse tried to convince the Young Mouse.
In the mean time a Thin Mouse meowed loudly imitating a cat.
Thinking that a cat had come, the mice became alert. Then
the Thin Mouse clapped his hands for attention and explained
a new idea of how to tie the bell around the Cat’s neck.
Most of the mice laughed at the Thin Mouse’s opinion while
others could not believe it, but some mice supported his idea
and said, “There is nothing wrong in trying the thin mouse’s
plan!”
So, according to Thin Mouse’s plan a huge gathering was organized.
A notorious cat was invited as a Chief Guest while other cats
of the locality were also invited.
All the greedy cats came to the meeting with the hope of eating
tasty rice pudding. The cats were genially welcomed to the
table. The Mighty Cat was seated in the Chief Guest’s seat
while other cats were also seated in appropriate seats according
to their strength and age. The cats were very impressed with
the mice’s programme and the respect they were given. The
Bearded Mouse chaired the program.
At first, the Bearded Mouse offered flower garland to the
Chief Guest. Likewise other cats were also treasured.
The Thin Mouse gave a welcome speech. He said, “The twenty
first century is the century of Peace and Friendship. The
era of violence, killing and eating enemies has passed away.
The humans do not go and kill themselves if they want to eat;
instead they go to a hotel to eat. Now Cat and Mouse must
learn to abandon the old rivalry and must live together in
cooperation. Therefore we have organized this program in your
honor to propose agreement of friendship.”
The mice were very happy with the Thin Mouse. They clapped
their hands in commendation. The cats also responded with
loud applause. Then the mice brought bells of various sizes
and colors decorated in a tray and placed them on the table
on dais. The chairperson, Bearded Mouse, also spoke with respect
to the cats.
Representing the mice clan he requested the cats, “We live
in the same house and yet we the cats and mice have been hating
and fighting with each other. From today we, the mice declare
that cats are our great friends and we respect them, and we
hope and believe that our friend cats, too, will respect our
offer.”
All the cats and mice present applauded the declaration of
the mice. Then the Bearded Mouse requested the cats politely,
“Honorable friends! As the souvenir of our friendship we would
like to offer you these offerings. We believe that you will
accept our gifts and will always tie these bells around your
necks to honor and sustain our friendship for years to come."
Before the Bearded-mouse could conclude his speech, smart
and pretty lady-mice took the Bells and tied them on to the
cats’ necks. All the guests and the organizers were quite
happy.
Then the Chief Guest stood up and started speaking. He said,
“We are delighted with the offerings of our friends, mice.
We have now realized our mistakes and I do believe that the
era of friendship will surely begin. We appreciate the respects
and the gifts of our friends. We will never take off the bells
from our neck. We will also contribute for the everlasting
friendship of cats and mice.”
Hearing these words from the Cat the mice supported him with
a very long applause. At the end of the program, before biding
goodbye, the mice offered lots of rice puddings and milk and
they ate and drank to their heart’s content.
The mice were very happy with the wisdom of Thin Mouse. They
took him on their shoulders and paraded him in the city and
offered him delicious foods. From that day the cats never
took off the bells and wherever they would go they would tie
the bell. Consequently the mice too, got the freedom to go
wherever they wanted, a freedom which they cherished for long
time.
Chankhe
lost the race again!
Vinaya Kasajoo
Translated by Rabin Maharjan
 I
am the fastest runner in the world", Chankhe, the rabbit
said. He had become quite boastful after winning a race in
Tudikhel on Indra Jatra festival. He had received a medal.
Now he was planning of competing in the Olympics.
There was no one who could compete and match him, he thought.
His arrogance was increasing each day. He did not respect
his elders and his neighbors. He even felt that others were
rather worthless in front of him. He even started teasing
them.
Chankhe really could not bear the tortoises, which had once
defeated him in a race. Chankhe knew that it was his own fault
that he lost that race. He underestimated the tortoise and
went to sleep by the side of the road.
Chankhe's friends were very unhappy because of his behavior.
They planned to teach him a lesson. They had a secretly meeting.
They made some plans and decided to re-arrange a race between
a tortoise of Ranipokhari and Chankhe.
Chankhe laughed when his friends told him about the race.
He said, "A race with a tortoise, again? How boring!
It would be better if the bet was with a fox or a leopard.
And, stop thinking that this time again I am going to sleep
and loose. I am not that rabbit anymore. After my triumph
I want you to give me a sack of carrots. Tell me when, from
where and to where should we race? Tell me! I'm ready.
The race was set on a holiday. Early in the morning, when
there were few vehicles in the road, the race was going to
take place. They agreed to start the race from Ranipokhari
to Nagpokhari. Chankhe had to race with Gambhir singh, an
old tortoise. He lived in Ranipokhari. It is a famous pond
at the heart of Kathmandu city. Every one was watching from
the bank of Ranipokhari. Gambhirsingh and Chankhe shook hands
and the race began.
Chankhe hopped and was out of sight in no time. Gambhire also
kept on moving ahead with serious look in his face. Some animals
chased behind Chankhe while others followed Gambhir.
After moving to some distance, Gambhir and some of Chankhe's
friends, who planned the race, went to a telephone booth and
started talking on telephone with Alchisingh, who lived in
Nagpokhari, a small pond situatied at another part of Kathmandu.
He was Gambhirsingh's cousin. Gambhir told Alchi everything
about the race and instructed what to do when Chankhe reached
there.
Chankhe reached the destination. He was very tired but sure
that he had won the race. But alas! He saw Alchisingh, Gambhir's
cousin whom Chankhe thought to be Gambhir. He was sitting
calmly and eating bananas. Chankhe could not believe his eyes.
 The
tortoise moved towards the rabbit and shook hands and said,
"Ah! Why are you so late my friend? I reached here and
had a lot of bananas. See four dozens of bananas. Well have
some carrots, will you? Take rests my dear friend."
While they were resting other animals, who were following
Chankhe, also reached Naagpokhari. Chankhe admitted his defeat
in front of everyone. From that very day Chankhe stopped calling
himself the fastest runner.
The White Crow
Vinaya Kasajoo
It was a hot summer day. Luse, a crow,
was resting on the branch of a dense tree. He was about to
fall asleep when he felt some liquid falling on his body.
His body became drenched with the dropping of other crows.
He looked above and saw two mischievous crows, Chuchhe and
Buchhe, laughing at him.
 Luse
was angry with Chuchhe and Buchhe. But he was helpless, because
they were known in the forest for their mischief. They made
fun of every bird. They had defecated on his body and his
black shining feathers had turned white with their droppings.
Luse flew from his perch in search of
water to wash his body. But the rivers and ponds in the forest
had dried up because of the hot summer. There were no other
sources of water nearby. Therefore, he flew towards the village.
But most of the water sources in the village had also turned
dry. Even the small ponds where the cattle drank were dry.
Then he went to the village crossroad where there were big
Pipal and Bar trees. A platform was constructed around the
trees. It was a meeting place for the villagers and a resting
platform for the wayfarers. Some charitable villagers had
put water in earthen pots for the thirsty travelers. People
who were tired rested there and quenched their thirst with
the cold water from the pot and wished the charitable people
good fortune.
Luse sat on the branch of the Bar tree
and looked at the people drinking water. He could not bathe
in the earthen pot. Nor did he see any appropriate place to
wash his feathers. He was helplessly gazing at the people
below when all of a sudden some people exclaimed with excitement.
"Look! There is a white crow." Luse saw all the
people gazing at him with astonishment.
Luse could not understand what the matter
was. He looked at his own body and saw that because of the
bird droppings his body had turned white and it had become
dry and shining. He felt uncomfortable. He wanted to hide
himself from the people's sight. So, he flew into the dense
branches and disappeared behind the leaves.
But the curious villagers did not leave
him alone. Some of them said "See the white crow is a
sacred bird. It brings good fortune to the village. It may
be the descendant or a reincarnation of Kaagbhusundi. It is
mentioned in the great epic Ramayana that Kaagbhusundi helped
Lord Ram to look for Goddess Sita. We must welcome and worship
this crow."
The news of the arrival of the white
crow at the village cross-road spread like wildfire. The villagers
congregated around the tree in large numbers. They brought
milk, bread, cooked rice, vermilion powder and flowers to
feed and worship the crow. They displayed all these offerings
on the platform and all of them stayed little away from the
tree so that the crow could come and accept the offerings.
Seeing nobody on the platform Luse came
down from the tree. Since he was hungry and thirsty he drank
the milk and ate the food hurriedly. When he was full he flew
up to the branches and hid behind the leaves.
Meanwhile, other crows including Chuchhe
and Buchhe arrived there. When they started to attacking the
offerings the villagers drove them away with sticks and stones.
Luse wondered at the villagers' strange
behavior with the other crows. He tried to find out why they
welcomed him and drove the others away. He guessed that it
must be because of the white color of his feathers. He himself
had never seen a crow with white feathers. He felt pity on
Chuchhe and Buchhe. He did not mind their mischief.
People gathered at the platform again
and started talking about the epic bird Kaagbhusundi. Some
of them started singing religious songs. They even discussed
about constructing a temple for Kaagbhusundi near the cross-road.
It was getting dark. Birds had started returning home. Chuchhe,
Buchhe and other crows had returned to the forest. However,
Luse decided to pass the night on the Bar tree.
It rained at night. It was a great relief
not only for the villagers but also for other living beings.
People living in the village and around became happy. They
thanked the graceful white crow for the rain.
In the morning when the sun appeared
on the horizon Luse looked at his body. Alas! His feathers
were white no more. The rain had washed his feathers. His
dark body was shining in the sun.
Poor Luse flew straight towards
the forest in search of Chuchhe and Buchhe.
नयाँ कथा पढ्न यहाँ क्लिक गर्नुस्
बाल चौतारी
इसपका
नीतिकथा | पंचतन्त्रका
कथा | बौद्ध जातककथा |
चीनका नीतिकथा
आफन्तीका कथा | प्रसिद्ध
प्राचिनकथा | प्रसिद्ध
लोककथा | प्रेरक कथा
हान्स एन्डरसनका कथा | विनय
कसजूका कथा | बाल सिर्जना
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