THE STORY OF UNKNOWN RELATIONS
When Vikramadithya was carrying Bhethala to Bruhadaranyam, he was telling a wonderful story.
Bhethala said, “Oh Rajendra! Please listen! Once there was a king by name Sri Pathi. He wanted to take holy round around the world. He had left his kingdom and family. He had gone on tour. His wife and daughter had waited for him for long time. He didn’t return. Then they left the palace and wandering on the countryside by enquiry about him. One day they were going through a deep forest. They had taken rest for some time under the shade of a big tree and then re-started. Behind them, two Brahmin men were coming at certain distance. They were father and son.
The father said, “Look my son! Here are the footprints of two women. It seems that big footprints belong to elder woman and smaller prints belong to younger woman. Hence, you marry the woman who has small feet. I’ll marry the woman who has big feet”. The son had agreed.
Both of they had walked fast and reached the two women. They explained their commitment to the women. But when they observed the daughter had big feet and the mother had small feet. As per their commitment, the father had married the daughter in the women and the son had married the mother. After some time both the couples had sons.
Bhethala asked Vikramadithya “Oh King! Let me know what the relation of those children is?”
Vikramadithya felt puzzled to answer it. He was not able to find answer to this question. Hence, he kept calm. Since silence didn’t break, Bhethala could not escape from Vikramadithya. Mean while they had reached Kalika Devi’s temple at Bruhadaranyam. The saint Gnana Seela and his Yagna Gundam was in their visibility.
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Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
23rd STORY OF BHETHALA
THE STORY OF VANAJAKSHI
Vikramadithya climbed up the tree to carry down the corpse for 23rd time. He bound it with a rope and kept it on shoulder. He was moving towards Bruhadaranyam. He was waiting with curiosity and interest for Bhethala’s story.
Bhethala started a story. He said, “Vikramadithya Maharaja! Hear this. In a city by name Sekhara Puram, there was a king by name Nakshatraka. He was ruling his kingdom with good administration. People like him.
One day he was on tour on his country to know the wonders. He was travelling from one town to another and from one village to another. On the way, he came across a beautiful young girl by name Vanajakshi. The king was in love with her. He had expressed his love to her. She had accepted him and agreed to marry him. On the way in the forest, some thieves had attacked on them. The king had fought with them and killed them. Then they had reached a city. They had seen an old temple at the end of the city. The king had asked Vanajakshi to wait there and he went to the market street to bring food for them. A servant-maid had seen him. She was servicing to a prostitute. She said to the king “Oh brother! Why are you taking pain to fetch food in this market street? If you come with me to my house, I can give you delicious food.” The king accepted her deal and went with her. She had taken him to her mistress i.e. prostitute. The prostitute was young, beautiful and talented. By watching the handsome king, the prostitute woman felt crazy on him. She had treated him like anything. Since then, he was enjoying with her dance, music and company. By the way, the king had forgotten Vanajakshi who he had kept in the olden ruined temple. Vanajakshi was waiting for the king with eager and anxiety. There came a Vysya businessman. He had seen Vanajakshi and consoled her. He had taken her to his house and protecting her with comfort. One day, a rat came into their house. The Vysya businessman had killed that rat. Then he was putting self-boosting. Vanajakshi said, “The king who brought me to this city had killed four thieves at a time. But he didn’t present self-boosting. You are waste fellow. The life with you will be dangerous to me. It is better to die while compare with living in your governance.” Vanajakshi committed suicide. The Vysya businessman felt sad and thought, “How sorrowful this is. This beauty had died due to myself boosting.” He had donated all of his wealth to poor and he also committed suicide. The king Nakshatraka had heard all of this. Then he realized his mistake i.e. what he had done by sinking in the crazy of prostitute. He felt grievance about the death of Vanajakshi. He felt fear of sin and blame of people. He also committed suicide. By knowing all of this, the prostitute felt sorrow. She had thought that herself was the root cause to all these deaths. She also committed suicide.
Bhethala said, “Oh King! Among these 4 people i.e. Vanajakshi, Vysya business man, the king and the prostitute, who is great?” Vikramadithya said, “Bhethala! Vanajakshi had gone to Vysya’s house as he convinced her. Because she reached to an incapacity person, she died. Because of that businessman died. The king had died by realizing his own mistake. But the prostitute died with self-claim. She had mesmerized the king with her talents as per her prostituting profession. It was not immoral to her. Hence, the prostitute is great in this story.”
Bhethala had disappeared from there once again because the silence had broken.
Vikramadithya climbed up the tree to carry down the corpse for 23rd time. He bound it with a rope and kept it on shoulder. He was moving towards Bruhadaranyam. He was waiting with curiosity and interest for Bhethala’s story.
Bhethala started a story. He said, “Vikramadithya Maharaja! Hear this. In a city by name Sekhara Puram, there was a king by name Nakshatraka. He was ruling his kingdom with good administration. People like him.
One day he was on tour on his country to know the wonders. He was travelling from one town to another and from one village to another. On the way, he came across a beautiful young girl by name Vanajakshi. The king was in love with her. He had expressed his love to her. She had accepted him and agreed to marry him. On the way in the forest, some thieves had attacked on them. The king had fought with them and killed them. Then they had reached a city. They had seen an old temple at the end of the city. The king had asked Vanajakshi to wait there and he went to the market street to bring food for them. A servant-maid had seen him. She was servicing to a prostitute. She said to the king “Oh brother! Why are you taking pain to fetch food in this market street? If you come with me to my house, I can give you delicious food.” The king accepted her deal and went with her. She had taken him to her mistress i.e. prostitute. The prostitute was young, beautiful and talented. By watching the handsome king, the prostitute woman felt crazy on him. She had treated him like anything. Since then, he was enjoying with her dance, music and company. By the way, the king had forgotten Vanajakshi who he had kept in the olden ruined temple. Vanajakshi was waiting for the king with eager and anxiety. There came a Vysya businessman. He had seen Vanajakshi and consoled her. He had taken her to his house and protecting her with comfort. One day, a rat came into their house. The Vysya businessman had killed that rat. Then he was putting self-boosting. Vanajakshi said, “The king who brought me to this city had killed four thieves at a time. But he didn’t present self-boosting. You are waste fellow. The life with you will be dangerous to me. It is better to die while compare with living in your governance.” Vanajakshi committed suicide. The Vysya businessman felt sad and thought, “How sorrowful this is. This beauty had died due to myself boosting.” He had donated all of his wealth to poor and he also committed suicide. The king Nakshatraka had heard all of this. Then he realized his mistake i.e. what he had done by sinking in the crazy of prostitute. He felt grievance about the death of Vanajakshi. He felt fear of sin and blame of people. He also committed suicide. By knowing all of this, the prostitute felt sorrow. She had thought that herself was the root cause to all these deaths. She also committed suicide.
Bhethala said, “Oh King! Among these 4 people i.e. Vanajakshi, Vysya business man, the king and the prostitute, who is great?” Vikramadithya said, “Bhethala! Vanajakshi had gone to Vysya’s house as he convinced her. Because she reached to an incapacity person, she died. Because of that businessman died. The king had died by realizing his own mistake. But the prostitute died with self-claim. She had mesmerized the king with her talents as per her prostituting profession. It was not immoral to her. Hence, the prostitute is great in this story.”
Bhethala had disappeared from there once again because the silence had broken.
Friday, January 23, 2009
22nd STORY OF BHETHALA
THE STORY OF DHARMA SARMA
As usual, Vikramadithya bound Bhethala, and Bhethala told a story.
Bhethala said, “Maharaja! Listen! …
Once there was a Brahmin colony by name Prathi Shala. There was living a Brahmin by name Sirojakudu. He had a son by name Dharma Sarma. He was at the age of 7 years and cute. Unfortunately he died. His parents had wept like anything. Their relatives had driven them to burial ground. They had made a pyre in the burial ground and kept Dharma Sarma’s dead body on it. But they were not able to put fire on the dead body. They were crying aloud. Fortunately, there came a saint. He had known the Parakaya Pravesa art i.e. education. [It was believed in ancient India that there was an education by name Para Kaya Pravesam. With the help of that, mantras i.e. magic words a person can leave his body and can enter into another dead body. By the way, temporarily their body becomes dead and the dead body of others in which they had entered becomes alive] He had seen the poor parents. He was pity on them. He had left his body in a hidden place. He had entered into the boy’s dead body with his Parakaya Pravesa Vidya i.e. education.
What a wonder! Within second, the boy i.e. Dharma Sarma had got up from the pyre as if he woke up from sleep. By watching this, his parents became extreme happy. They hugged and kissed the boy with joy. All the relatives felt wonder and happy. All of they had returned to their house. While returning, the boy i.e. Dharma Sarma first cried aloud and then laughed aloud.
Bhethala said, “Vikramadithya Maharaja! Why the boy had cried aloud and then laughed aloud? If you give reply, again I’ll escape from here. If you keep silence by knowing the answer, you know that your head will break into 1000 pieces. Hence, reply soon.”
Vikramadithya said, “Bhethala! The saint in the body of boy had cried by thinking as “What a fate! I had left my saint body which had given by my parents; and I myself had protected it.” Then he had laughed by thinking as “What a fun! That body was aged. Now I got a kid’s body to enjoy the life once again.”
Bhethala felt happy with this answer but vanished.
As usual, Vikramadithya bound Bhethala, and Bhethala told a story.
Bhethala said, “Maharaja! Listen! …
Once there was a Brahmin colony by name Prathi Shala. There was living a Brahmin by name Sirojakudu. He had a son by name Dharma Sarma. He was at the age of 7 years and cute. Unfortunately he died. His parents had wept like anything. Their relatives had driven them to burial ground. They had made a pyre in the burial ground and kept Dharma Sarma’s dead body on it. But they were not able to put fire on the dead body. They were crying aloud. Fortunately, there came a saint. He had known the Parakaya Pravesa art i.e. education. [It was believed in ancient India that there was an education by name Para Kaya Pravesam. With the help of that, mantras i.e. magic words a person can leave his body and can enter into another dead body. By the way, temporarily their body becomes dead and the dead body of others in which they had entered becomes alive] He had seen the poor parents. He was pity on them. He had left his body in a hidden place. He had entered into the boy’s dead body with his Parakaya Pravesa Vidya i.e. education.
What a wonder! Within second, the boy i.e. Dharma Sarma had got up from the pyre as if he woke up from sleep. By watching this, his parents became extreme happy. They hugged and kissed the boy with joy. All the relatives felt wonder and happy. All of they had returned to their house. While returning, the boy i.e. Dharma Sarma first cried aloud and then laughed aloud.
Bhethala said, “Vikramadithya Maharaja! Why the boy had cried aloud and then laughed aloud? If you give reply, again I’ll escape from here. If you keep silence by knowing the answer, you know that your head will break into 1000 pieces. Hence, reply soon.”
Vikramadithya said, “Bhethala! The saint in the body of boy had cried by thinking as “What a fate! I had left my saint body which had given by my parents; and I myself had protected it.” Then he had laughed by thinking as “What a fun! That body was aged. Now I got a kid’s body to enjoy the life once again.”
Bhethala felt happy with this answer but vanished.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
21st STORY OF BHETHALA
THE STORY OF DEMON
Again, Vikramadithya had climbed up the Moduga tree and brought down the corpse. He had bound the corpse and kept it on shoulder. He was walking with silence.
Bhethala started a story. He said, “Oh king! Listen my story. And answer to my question.”
He continued …
Once a king, Yasho Varma was ruling a city Vichitra Puram. One day he had gone to forest to enjoy hunting. There he had seen a beautiful girl who seemed to be a daughter of saint. She was like a divine girl of forest. He got crazy on her. He had reached her and said, “Oh girl! Who are you? Why are you wandering here lonely. This is the dangerous forest. Don’t you know?”
She had smiled at him by hearing that words. She said, “I’m the daughter of a saint. We live here, in this forest only.” The king had expressed his desire on her. She said, “Oh king! You are the king to this country. I’m the daughter of a saint. Is it right to love me for you? Any way you urged me. Hence, I consider your request.”
They were enjoying with each other’s company under the shade of a big Neem tree. At that moment, there came a demon. He was very big and cruel. He had caught up the king and got ready to swallow him. The king screamed out with fear. He shouted and urged the demon “Oh, the king of demons! Please don’t swallow me.” The demon said, “I’ll leave you on one condition. If you satisfy my desire, I won’t swallow you. You have to offer a boy who has both the parents as food to me.” The king promised to do so. The demon had released him.
Immediately the king had returned to his city Vichitra Puram. He had enquired in his city for poor family. He had found a poor Brahmin wife and husband who had 3 sons. The king had given them huge amount of gold and wealth, then he told everything to them. They were very poor and struggling for food on every day. Hence, they had agreed to give one of their sons to the king. The father said, “I love my elder son. He has to put fire on my head when I die. Hence, I won’t give him. You can take any one of the rest.” The mother said, “I love my younger son. He has to put fire on my head when I die. Hence, I won’t give him. You can take the middle one.”
The king Yasho Varma had taken the middle boy to the demon. The demon had held the boy in hands and opened the mouth to swallow him. Then the little boy had laughed aloud. Immediately the demon had released the boy on to the ground and disappeared from there.
Bhethala finished the story. He said, “Vikramadithya. Do you hear the story carefully? Now tell me, why did the Brahmin boy have laughed?”
Vikramadithya said, “Bhethala! The boy had thought, as “When the neighbors beat him, the parents should protect him. When the parents are harassing him, then the king has to protect the poor boy. When the king is doing violence on him, the God should save him. In spite of this, when the God himself is ready kill him without kind, what is there to believe.” With these thoughts, the boy had laughed. Because the demon had sensed his thoughts, the demon had left him behind. That’s all.”
Bhethala was pleased with this answer. Any way the silence had disturbed. Bhethala vanished from there.
OUT COMING SKILLS: By reading this story, children can understand the responsibilities of parents, rulers and people. Being kid, the 2nd son of Brahmin was daring enough to express his satire on the face of demon. It had saved him. They will inspire children to face any difficulty and problem in this life with dare and adventure.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
20th STORY OF BHETHALA
THE STORY OF VYSYA GIRL
Again, Vikramadithya bound the corpse. Again, Bhethala told a story.
Bhethala said, “Oh. King, Listen…
Once a king Visarada was ruling a city Kanaka Puram. One day he was going on shire on the royal road. By that time, a Vysya girl came on his way. She was very beautiful. He wished to marry her. Next day he had called on his purohit [priest] Brahmin and told him about that girl. He had ordered the purohit [priest] to observe her horoscope. The purohit [priest] had gone to Vysya’s house and informed the king’s desire to him. He felt so happy. The purohit [priest] had asked for his daughter’s horoscope. The Vysya man had given it with obedience. The purohit [priest] had keenly observed it and returned to the king. He said, “Oh king! If you marry her, you will lose your kingdom as per her horoscope.” The king felt sad and despair. He didn’t like to allow her, such a beautiful girl to marry some unknown. Hence, he made his minister to marry her. Some days had passed.
One day the king was going on round in his city. At that time, the minister’s wife i.e. Vysya girl was on the terrace of minister’s house. The king had seen her. Once again, he felt crazy and love on her. He felt sad and in-satisfaction, as he could not get her company as his wife. The minister had observed all of this. He had called on his wife and said, “The king is crazy on you. You go to him and satisfy his desire.” Being wife, she had obeyed her husband. She had approached the king with beautiful dress and ornaments. The king Visarada thought, “She is other’s wife. I should not touch her. To enjoy with other woman is not moral. It is not safe to our country.” By thinking like this, the king had sent her back to her husband. But with such grievance, the king died within short period. The minister felt sad with this. He thought as “The king had died with the desire on my wife. Why should I live in this world?” Hence, with this grievance the minister had died.
Bhethala said, “Vikramadithya who is great in between the king and minister.” Vikramadithya said, “Bhethala! The minister had sent his wife to the king to save his master i.e. king’s life. The king had opportunity to enjoy her. Nobody was there to object him. But voluntarily he had avoided it for the sake of morals. He preferred death to become immoral. Hence, the king Visarada is great.”
When Vikramadithya had given reply, Bhethala disappeared and appeared on Moduga tree again.
Again, Vikramadithya bound the corpse. Again, Bhethala told a story.
Bhethala said, “Oh. King, Listen…
Once a king Visarada was ruling a city Kanaka Puram. One day he was going on shire on the royal road. By that time, a Vysya girl came on his way. She was very beautiful. He wished to marry her. Next day he had called on his purohit [priest] Brahmin and told him about that girl. He had ordered the purohit [priest] to observe her horoscope. The purohit [priest] had gone to Vysya’s house and informed the king’s desire to him. He felt so happy. The purohit [priest] had asked for his daughter’s horoscope. The Vysya man had given it with obedience. The purohit [priest] had keenly observed it and returned to the king. He said, “Oh king! If you marry her, you will lose your kingdom as per her horoscope.” The king felt sad and despair. He didn’t like to allow her, such a beautiful girl to marry some unknown. Hence, he made his minister to marry her. Some days had passed.
One day the king was going on round in his city. At that time, the minister’s wife i.e. Vysya girl was on the terrace of minister’s house. The king had seen her. Once again, he felt crazy and love on her. He felt sad and in-satisfaction, as he could not get her company as his wife. The minister had observed all of this. He had called on his wife and said, “The king is crazy on you. You go to him and satisfy his desire.” Being wife, she had obeyed her husband. She had approached the king with beautiful dress and ornaments. The king Visarada thought, “She is other’s wife. I should not touch her. To enjoy with other woman is not moral. It is not safe to our country.” By thinking like this, the king had sent her back to her husband. But with such grievance, the king died within short period. The minister felt sad with this. He thought as “The king had died with the desire on my wife. Why should I live in this world?” Hence, with this grievance the minister had died.
Bhethala said, “Vikramadithya who is great in between the king and minister.” Vikramadithya said, “Bhethala! The minister had sent his wife to the king to save his master i.e. king’s life. The king had opportunity to enjoy her. Nobody was there to object him. But voluntarily he had avoided it for the sake of morals. He preferred death to become immoral. Hence, the king Visarada is great.”
When Vikramadithya had given reply, Bhethala disappeared and appeared on Moduga tree again.
Monday, January 19, 2009
19th STORY OF BHETHALA
THE STORY OF SNAKES
Vikramadithya didn’t feel tiresome. Moreover, he was getting curiosity to hear the stories of Bhethala trial by trial. Hence, he had bound the corpse again and travelling towards Bruhadaranyam. Then Bhethala started to tell another story.
Bhethala said, “Oh Vikramadithya Maharaja! Listen …
Once there was a city Padma Puram. There was a king by name Jeemutha Vahana. He was the best among all the kings of that time. He had good and capable army. In spite of capable staff, he used to know the affairs of kingdom personally. He didn’t depend only on the information of his spying agents. He used to wander in the kingdom in disguise, frequently to know the particulars of people.
In that time, there was a small forest beside his capital city Padma Puram in his kingdom. There were many snakes. Every day Garuda[Eagle] used to come there to eat the snakes. [In Indian epics, Garuda is a bird i.e. big eagle, which is the carrier of God Vishnu] Garuda used to eat the snakes without concern as which he had seen and how many snakes he had seen. All the snakes were scared with this. All the snakes had assembled at a place. They had discussed to solve their problem. Finally, they had decided to put on urge to Garuda. They were waiting for the arrival of Garuda. Garuda came. The snakes said, “Oh Garuda! We have a request. You please consider it.” Garuda said, “What it is?” Snakes said, “Garuda! You are the carrier to God Vishnu. We are your servants, and food to you. We are living in this forest. Every day you are eating us as whichever snake you see, you are killing it and eating it. That’s why we are living with high fear with a feeling as every minute there was death threaten to us. It seems to be every second as an era to us. Every minute, we are feeling fear. We are not able to live peacefully. Hence, we are requesting you like this. Every day we will come as food to you in sequence, as one snake per one day. We won’t overlook this turn system. Please you don’t come to other snakes to kill except the snake, which has turn to become food to you on that day. This is our request. You please kindly oblige it.”
Garuda had accepted this. Since then, Garuda didn’t kill other snakes except the snake, which had turn to become as food to him on every day. Some days passed. In sequence, on one day, it was the turn of a snake by name Sankha Chuda. He was the only child to his mother. His mother was crying like anything. The king Jeemutha Vahana arrived there, as a part of his watch of kingdom. He felt pity on her and asked, “Mother! Why are you crying?”
She had explained all the issue. Jeemutha Vahana had consoled her and assured her to save her son. He went to meet Sankha Chuda. He said, “Sankha Chuda! I assured your mother to save your life. I know that today is your turn to become as food to Garuda. Instead of you, I’ll become as his food. You go to your house and make your mother happy.” Sankha Chuda said, “Oh king! What is the use of my life to this world? I’m small creature. That to, I’m poisonous creature. If you alive, there will be great benifit to our country. In your ruling people are happy. You are not selfish king. You are moral. If you die instead of me, it won’t be correct. I won’t accept your deal.”
Jeemutha Vahana had admired Sankha Chuda’s versatility. He said, “I had promised your mother to save you. I don’t like to over throw it.” Like this, they were arguing with each other. There came Garuda with heavy hunger. Jeemutha Vahana said, “Oh Garuda. You are like Indra among birds. Today’s turn is of Sankha Chuda. But you please leave him. You eat me instead of him. He is the only son to his mother.”
Garuda was pleased with him. He said, “Oh king! I’m happy by watching your sacrifice and good nature. What is the boon do you want? I’ll give it to you. Say it.”
Jeemutha Vahana said, “Oh Garuda! I have no desire for myself. But since this day, you please do not eat the live snakes in this forest. You give this boon to me.”
Garuda promised to do so. Since then, the snakes in that forest had lived with secured feeling.
Bhethala said, “Oh Vikramarka Rajendra! Who is great among Garuda, Jeemutha Vahana and Sankha Chuda?”
Vikramadithya said, “Bhethala! Listen! Being king of a country, it is responsibility of Jeemutha Vahana to protect all lives in his kingdom. Hence, his proposal to become as Garuda’s food instead of Sankha Chuda’s turn is not great. Being living being in the kingdom, it is the responsibility of Sankha Chuda to serve the king. Hence, his rejection to the king’s offer is not great. Garuda had snakes as his food by nature and God. In spite of that, he had promised the king to leave the live snakes and to take dead snakes only as food. Hence, Garuda is great.”
Since the silence was broken, the binding of Bhethala also got broken.
Vikramadithya didn’t feel tiresome. Moreover, he was getting curiosity to hear the stories of Bhethala trial by trial. Hence, he had bound the corpse again and travelling towards Bruhadaranyam. Then Bhethala started to tell another story.
Bhethala said, “Oh Vikramadithya Maharaja! Listen …
Once there was a city Padma Puram. There was a king by name Jeemutha Vahana. He was the best among all the kings of that time. He had good and capable army. In spite of capable staff, he used to know the affairs of kingdom personally. He didn’t depend only on the information of his spying agents. He used to wander in the kingdom in disguise, frequently to know the particulars of people.
In that time, there was a small forest beside his capital city Padma Puram in his kingdom. There were many snakes. Every day Garuda[Eagle] used to come there to eat the snakes. [In Indian epics, Garuda is a bird i.e. big eagle, which is the carrier of God Vishnu] Garuda used to eat the snakes without concern as which he had seen and how many snakes he had seen. All the snakes were scared with this. All the snakes had assembled at a place. They had discussed to solve their problem. Finally, they had decided to put on urge to Garuda. They were waiting for the arrival of Garuda. Garuda came. The snakes said, “Oh Garuda! We have a request. You please consider it.” Garuda said, “What it is?” Snakes said, “Garuda! You are the carrier to God Vishnu. We are your servants, and food to you. We are living in this forest. Every day you are eating us as whichever snake you see, you are killing it and eating it. That’s why we are living with high fear with a feeling as every minute there was death threaten to us. It seems to be every second as an era to us. Every minute, we are feeling fear. We are not able to live peacefully. Hence, we are requesting you like this. Every day we will come as food to you in sequence, as one snake per one day. We won’t overlook this turn system. Please you don’t come to other snakes to kill except the snake, which has turn to become food to you on that day. This is our request. You please kindly oblige it.”
Garuda had accepted this. Since then, Garuda didn’t kill other snakes except the snake, which had turn to become as food to him on every day. Some days passed. In sequence, on one day, it was the turn of a snake by name Sankha Chuda. He was the only child to his mother. His mother was crying like anything. The king Jeemutha Vahana arrived there, as a part of his watch of kingdom. He felt pity on her and asked, “Mother! Why are you crying?”
She had explained all the issue. Jeemutha Vahana had consoled her and assured her to save her son. He went to meet Sankha Chuda. He said, “Sankha Chuda! I assured your mother to save your life. I know that today is your turn to become as food to Garuda. Instead of you, I’ll become as his food. You go to your house and make your mother happy.” Sankha Chuda said, “Oh king! What is the use of my life to this world? I’m small creature. That to, I’m poisonous creature. If you alive, there will be great benifit to our country. In your ruling people are happy. You are not selfish king. You are moral. If you die instead of me, it won’t be correct. I won’t accept your deal.”
Jeemutha Vahana had admired Sankha Chuda’s versatility. He said, “I had promised your mother to save you. I don’t like to over throw it.” Like this, they were arguing with each other. There came Garuda with heavy hunger. Jeemutha Vahana said, “Oh Garuda. You are like Indra among birds. Today’s turn is of Sankha Chuda. But you please leave him. You eat me instead of him. He is the only son to his mother.”
Garuda was pleased with him. He said, “Oh king! I’m happy by watching your sacrifice and good nature. What is the boon do you want? I’ll give it to you. Say it.”
Jeemutha Vahana said, “Oh Garuda! I have no desire for myself. But since this day, you please do not eat the live snakes in this forest. You give this boon to me.”
Garuda promised to do so. Since then, the snakes in that forest had lived with secured feeling.
Bhethala said, “Oh Vikramarka Rajendra! Who is great among Garuda, Jeemutha Vahana and Sankha Chuda?”
Vikramadithya said, “Bhethala! Listen! Being king of a country, it is responsibility of Jeemutha Vahana to protect all lives in his kingdom. Hence, his proposal to become as Garuda’s food instead of Sankha Chuda’s turn is not great. Being living being in the kingdom, it is the responsibility of Sankha Chuda to serve the king. Hence, his rejection to the king’s offer is not great. Garuda had snakes as his food by nature and God. In spite of that, he had promised the king to leave the live snakes and to take dead snakes only as food. Hence, Garuda is great.”
Since the silence was broken, the binding of Bhethala also got broken.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
18th STORY OF BHETHALA
THE STORY OF BHAGAVATHI
With repeated efforts, Vikramadithya didn’t give up his determination. Again, he had bound Bhethala and walking towards Bruhadaranyam with silence. Again, Bhethala had narrated a story.
Bhethala said, “Oh the best among the kings. Listen …
Once there was a big and beautiful city by name Gopala Puram. Karthikeya was its king. He was ruling with morals. He was favorable by public. He had a daughter by name BhagaVathi. She was young and beautiful. People used to say that she was a mine of beauty. She was talented in music and literature.
One day evening she was drying her long and beautiful hair on the terrace of her palace. At that time, a Brahmin young man was going on the road. His name was Dhana Swami. He was handsome. He was in love at first sight with her. BhagaVathi also had seen him. She also felt love on him. Both had thrown deep sights to each other. They sensed love mutually. But how to meet? BhagaVathi was princess. Dhana Swami was an ordinary Brahmin’s son. How it was possible for him to meet her? Hence, they were not able to meet each other. Dhana Swami was thinking to achieve the task of meeting the princess throughout the days and nights. Finally, he had came to a decision. He had approached his friend Loka Deva, a wise man. He had narrated all the issue and requested him to say any idea. Loka Deva felt surprise by hearing his friend’s desire. He said, “Hae Dhana Swami! What are you saying? Where are you? Where is the princess? To fulfill your desire, it is impossible. In spite of this, because you are my friend, I will play some trick. You don’t worry.”
By saying like this, Loka Deva explained a plan to implement. According to it, Loka Deva had put himself in disguise of a saint and made Dhana Swami in the disguise of a young girl. He had met the king Karthikeya and said, “Oh king. There should be all the best to you. God may bless you. I’m going to Kasi on pilgrimage. This is my daughter, by name Sukesini. [The meaning of this name is a girl who has good hair] I don’t like to take this young beautiful girl up to such long distance, because it is not safe. Please, you protect this girl by keeping in your palace until my return.”
The king had accepted his request. Since he didn’t know that Sukesini was a man in the disguise of woman, he had sent him to his daughter’s palace; by thinking both were at some age. Sukesini had mingled on the servant-maids of BhagaVathi and waiting to find lonely time. One day she could manage to talk with BhagaVathi lonely. She had narrated everything to BhagaVathi and revealed his identity. BhagaVathi had love on him. But without revealing it, she said, “What? How dare you are to enter into king’s palace like this? Did we became easy approachable to you? I’ll inform this to my father. Look, what I’ll do for you?”
But the Brahmin young man Dhana Swamy didn’t fear towards it. He said, “My darling! I had done like this due to love and affection on yourself but not for anything else. I know that you are also in love with me at first sight. Don’t try to threaten me. It will be waste. Please accept me. Why do you eager to inform to your father about me? You can save me. You are eligible to do so. I sincerely love you. That’s why, I had taken this much of risk to reach you. It is your decision either to save me or to punish me. Whatever you do, I’ll be happy.”
BhagaVathi had felt happy with his dare and risk taking. She had impressed by his sweet and loving words. She had hugged and kissed him. She said, “I’ll do this only. Don’t fear.” They had smiled at each other. Since then, they were enjoying with each other’s company in secrecy. Nobody had noticed their affair. Days were passing like this. One day a prince from neighboring kingdom had approached the king, Karthikeya and asked for the hand of his daughter BhagaVathi. The king didn’t like to give his daughter, to that prince. That’s why, the king had performed the marriage of that prince with Sukesini, on behalf of princess BhagaVathi.
After marriage, the bridegroom had taken his wife, Sukesini to his kingdom. On the way Dhana Swami who was in the disguise of woman, i.e. Sukesini had escaped from the bridegroom’s party. Mean while, Loka Deva had approached the king Karthikeya as per their previous plan. He was accompanied with a young man. As per his plan, he said, “Maharaja! You please call my daughter Sukesini. This is my disciple. I want to perform my daughter’s marriage with this boy. And I’m very thankful to you for protecting of my daughter.”
The king felt shock. He had explained everything to the saint. He didn’t bluff because of the fear of curse by the saint. He said, “Swami! Please excuse me. Without your permission, I had performed your daughter’s marriage with prince of our neighboring kingdom, to prevent my daughter’s marriage. Instead of your daughter, please take my daughter BhagaVathi. I’m donating my daughter to your disciple as his wife.”
Loka Deva who was in the disguise of saint feared by hearing this. He didn’t expected this. With that shock, he didn’t object the king. The king had performed the marriage of BhagaVathi with the disciple of Loka Deva. They were going to their native. On the way, Dhana Swami met them. He said, “BhagaVathi and I loved each other. Hence, she is my wife. Leave her to me.” The disciple said, “Her father had given me as my wife. Our marriage was performed in the palace. Hence, she is my wife.”
Bhethala finished the story and said, “Oh Vikramadithya! Can you tell the princess BhagaVathi belongs to whom?”
Vikramadithya said, “In my opinion, marriage means it is a declaration as so and so boy and so and so girl belong to each other. It is a declaration, as the couple will live together. Such that, marriage is official and authoritative. Like that, the king, being father of princess BhagaVathi had given his daughter to the disciple. He had performed their marriage in public. Though BhagaVathi and Dhana Swami loved each other, though they had enjoyed with each other’s company for some time, their relation was not declared one. It was secret. It had involved sin. Hence, BhagaVathi belongs to the disciple of Loka Deva only.”
Within a moment, Bhethala disappeared because the silence had broken.
Friday, January 16, 2009
17th STORY OF BETHALA
THE STORY OF RATNA VATHI
Vikramadithya had returned to the Moduga tree and was carrying Bhethala on his shoulder. Bhethala started a story. He said, “Oh! Vikramadithya. Listen this story to forget your tiresome. In fact your determination is ever lasting.”
He continued …
Once there was a city by name Ayodhya Nagaram. There was a famous businessman in that city by name Veera Keshudu. He had a daughter by name Ratna Vathi. She was very beautiful. People used to say that there were no beautiful girls than Ratna Vathi among divine girls. Beside beauty, she was famous for her good qualities like obedience, learning arts and education. Because of her beauty and good nature, so many young men had wished to marry her. Some young men had contacted Veera Keshudu to get marry her. He wished to perform her marriage with suitable person. By hearing such information, Ratna Vathi informed her parents, as she was not interested to marry anybody. Veera Keshudu and his wife had tried their level best to convince her, but Ratna Vathi was determined to do not get marry. Because of their love and affection, Veera Keshudu and his wife could not force her. They were protecting their daughter like eyelid to the eye.
Days were passing like this. At this time, there was increased the robberies in Ayodhya Nagaram. The thieves were digging holes to houses and thefting the valuables. Nobody could catch the thieves. People were suffering from thefting. They gathered as a group and approached the king. They prayed to the king to save them from the thieves. The king of that city was good and capable. He had promised them to solve the problem of thieves.
The king had appointed the soldiers and officers to arrest the thieves. But there was no use. By knowing all this information, the thieves were performing their robbery and thefting with much care and talent. Hence, the army officers were not able to arrest the thieves. Hence, the king had personally gone to arrest the thieves. He had taken his weapons and wandering on the streets in disguise.
That was new moon day and mid night. There was thick dark in the city. Nobody was able to watch what was in front of him or her. The king had observed that some huge body was standing before him. He had asked “Hae! Who are you?” It was the chief of thieves. He had recognized the king. He said, “Oh King! I’m the son of this city’s Goddess Maham Kali. I’m famous by name Pothu Raju.” The king could sense him as the chief of thieves. He had pretended, as he believed him as Pothu Raju. The king said, “Oh! Pothu Raja! Excuse me, as I do not realize you. You are the son of our Goddess Kali. Hence, you are also God to us. Your mother is protecting our city. I have a desire in my mind. Since days, I wished that you also had to protect our city. Without over looking you have to give this boon to me. I’m praying you in 1000 ways. You should accept my prayer. Hence, you should guard our city.”
By hearing this, the thieves’ leader thought, “This king had believed me as Pothu Raju. I should not spoil this belief. Let me kill this king in suitable time. Later I can occupy this kingdom.” He said to king, “Oh King! I accept your prayer. Let us go to the entrance of fort.”
He had walked towards the entrance of fort and the king had followed him. They had reached the entrance. The king urged the thieves’ leader i.e. Pothu Raju to protect the fort. He had gone in side. The chief of thieves had called on all of his subordinate thieves and explained his plan to kill the king and to occupy the city. They had supported him with excitement. All the thieve team was getting ready to implement their plan.
The king’s spying agents were following the thieves’ team as per their king’s order. These agents had informed all about the thieves team’s activities to the king. In appropriate time, the king had attacked on the thieves’ team along with his army. All the thieves were got arrested. The king’s army soldiers had killed all the thieves. The king had caught the chief of thieves and ordered his soldiers to bring to the court. In the court, he declared the punishment to the chief of thieves as death sentence by cutting his head in public place; which was known as Vadhya sila. [The meaning of this name is death rock]
As per their administration, the soldiers had decorated the chief of thieves with red dress and garland of neem leaves in his neck. The soldiers were taking the chief of thieves as a procession to the Vadhya sila i.e. death rock. The king ordered them to do so and hence it would be a warning to people and thieves. On the streets, people were watching the thieves’ leader with curiosity. While the procession was passing through the street in which Veera Keshudu’s house, Ratna Vathi had seen the thieves’ leader through her room balcony. She had rejected so many wedding proposals with determination to do not get marry. Such Ratna Vathi had fallen in love with the chief of thieves at first sight. Immediately she had rushed to her parents and said, “Father! You see the man who was taking by the soldiers to the Vadhya sila, he is right person to me as husband. You please get him release. You please perform my marriage with him. Otherwise, I want to die.” Her parents had shocked by this. Veera Keshudu had tried to convince her and to counsel her. He said, “My dear little daughter! What a foolish thing this is? Is there anybody in this world to love a thief who had sentenced to death? If you marry a thief, people will blame you as you also a thief. Because of such marriage, our family respects and race respects will get spoil. Being your loving parents, we should get affect to the public blame. You should not think like that to marry a thief. There are many young men, who are handsome, educated, rich and respected to marry you. In such case, is it right to wish to marry a thief? Is it correct to us?”
But these all became as sweet sound of holy cone in front of deaf man. She didn’t convinced by her parents counseling. What could the businessman Veera Keshudu do? He felt sad about his daughter’s foolish determination. He had thought to do what. He had taken Valuable diamonds and gems and visited the king. He had kept the valuable diamonds at the king’s feet. He said, “Oh king! You are great. You had ordered the thieves leader to implement death. I pray you to order to release him. By watching him, my daughter had loved him. She is wishing to marry him. I had this daughter after long time after my marriage. I had this only daughter. If she dies, I can’t live. Hence in helpless situation, I’m praying you to release the thief.”
Like this, Veera Keshudu had prayed the king like anything. The king felt wonder first and then anger. He fired on him. He said, “Oh Business man! Are you mad? Why are you trying to save the thieves’ leader? You might be big thief. Otherwise, you won’t try to save the thief. The thief might give the things such as money, gold, and other valuables which he had robbery in the city. Otherwise, why are you trying to save him by showing your daughter as a reason? I know all of your business tricks. Get away from here. If you stay here for one more minute, you will get the same punishment as that of the thief. Go. Get last. Get out from here.”
With frightfulness, Veera Keshudu had rushed to his house. He had explained all to his daughter Ratna Vathi. By hearing that, she had fallen on to the ground as if a banana tree which was cut off at its root. She became unconscious. Her parents had treated her with cool water and sandal powder paste. Within few seconds, she got up and ran onto the road. She was crying with loud voice and following the thief in the procession. By watching her position, Veera Keshudu and his wife were not able to be in the house. They were crying and following her.
It was spread in the city. People felt surprise. With high curiosity and interest people gathered around them. All of them and the procession had reached the Vadhya sila i.e. death rock in the burial ground. The soldiers had made the thief to take 3 holy rounds around Vadhya sila. They had put the body of the thieves’ leader in the Vadhya sila. The chief of thieves had seen Ratna Vathi and her parents. First, he had laughed loud. Later he had cried aloud. Then he lost life.
By watching the thief’s death, Ratna Vathi became panic. She had made pyre in the burial ground and got ready to die by jumping into the fire on the pyre. God Shiva and Goddess ParVathi Devi were watching all of this. They felt kind to Ratna Vathi. They had appeared in front of Ratna Vathi and stopped her from her trial to die. They had asked her “Oh daughter! What do you want?”
Ratna Vathi had put namaskar [wish] to God and Goddess. She praised them with joy. She said, “Oh God Girisha! Oh Goddess Girija Devi! You are like my parents. If you have kindness on me, you please make this thief alive. I had taken this man as my husband. If you admire my decision, you please donate me husband. Except this, I have no other wish.”
God Shiva and Goddess ParVathi Devi had admired her determination and sincerity in love. As per her wish, they had given boon to her by making the thief alive. He got up as if he got up from sleep. By blessing them, the God and Goddess disappeared from there. Veera Keshudu and his wife had felt extreme happy by watching all of this. People praised Ratna Vathi’s determination and sincere love. Veera Keshudu had performed his daughter’s marriage with the chief of thieves after inviting all his relatives and friends. The king was informed all of this through his spying agents. He felt high surprise and fear towards the determination and sincere love of Ratna Vathi. He felt that Ratna Vathi was chaste woman. He had called on the chief of thieves and appointed him as the army chief. The thieves’ leader also realized the human values such as determination, devotion, good, evil and sincerity in doing works. He had turned as a good and capable army chief.
Bhethala completed the story and said, “Oh king Vikramadithya. Now you please tell me why the chief of thieves had laughed first, cried later before he died?”
Vikramadithya said, “The thief laughed by watching Ratna Vathi. He sensed fun as Ratna Vathi loved him without knowing his particulars. The thief had cried by watching her parents. He sensed sorrow as Veera Keshudu and his wife were crying for her daughter.”
The silence was broken; Bhethala disobeyed Vikramadithya and escaped from there.
Vikramadithya had returned to the Moduga tree and was carrying Bhethala on his shoulder. Bhethala started a story. He said, “Oh! Vikramadithya. Listen this story to forget your tiresome. In fact your determination is ever lasting.”
He continued …
Once there was a city by name Ayodhya Nagaram. There was a famous businessman in that city by name Veera Keshudu. He had a daughter by name Ratna Vathi. She was very beautiful. People used to say that there were no beautiful girls than Ratna Vathi among divine girls. Beside beauty, she was famous for her good qualities like obedience, learning arts and education. Because of her beauty and good nature, so many young men had wished to marry her. Some young men had contacted Veera Keshudu to get marry her. He wished to perform her marriage with suitable person. By hearing such information, Ratna Vathi informed her parents, as she was not interested to marry anybody. Veera Keshudu and his wife had tried their level best to convince her, but Ratna Vathi was determined to do not get marry. Because of their love and affection, Veera Keshudu and his wife could not force her. They were protecting their daughter like eyelid to the eye.
Days were passing like this. At this time, there was increased the robberies in Ayodhya Nagaram. The thieves were digging holes to houses and thefting the valuables. Nobody could catch the thieves. People were suffering from thefting. They gathered as a group and approached the king. They prayed to the king to save them from the thieves. The king of that city was good and capable. He had promised them to solve the problem of thieves.
The king had appointed the soldiers and officers to arrest the thieves. But there was no use. By knowing all this information, the thieves were performing their robbery and thefting with much care and talent. Hence, the army officers were not able to arrest the thieves. Hence, the king had personally gone to arrest the thieves. He had taken his weapons and wandering on the streets in disguise.
That was new moon day and mid night. There was thick dark in the city. Nobody was able to watch what was in front of him or her. The king had observed that some huge body was standing before him. He had asked “Hae! Who are you?” It was the chief of thieves. He had recognized the king. He said, “Oh King! I’m the son of this city’s Goddess Maham Kali. I’m famous by name Pothu Raju.” The king could sense him as the chief of thieves. He had pretended, as he believed him as Pothu Raju. The king said, “Oh! Pothu Raja! Excuse me, as I do not realize you. You are the son of our Goddess Kali. Hence, you are also God to us. Your mother is protecting our city. I have a desire in my mind. Since days, I wished that you also had to protect our city. Without over looking you have to give this boon to me. I’m praying you in 1000 ways. You should accept my prayer. Hence, you should guard our city.”
By hearing this, the thieves’ leader thought, “This king had believed me as Pothu Raju. I should not spoil this belief. Let me kill this king in suitable time. Later I can occupy this kingdom.” He said to king, “Oh King! I accept your prayer. Let us go to the entrance of fort.”
He had walked towards the entrance of fort and the king had followed him. They had reached the entrance. The king urged the thieves’ leader i.e. Pothu Raju to protect the fort. He had gone in side. The chief of thieves had called on all of his subordinate thieves and explained his plan to kill the king and to occupy the city. They had supported him with excitement. All the thieve team was getting ready to implement their plan.
The king’s spying agents were following the thieves’ team as per their king’s order. These agents had informed all about the thieves team’s activities to the king. In appropriate time, the king had attacked on the thieves’ team along with his army. All the thieves were got arrested. The king’s army soldiers had killed all the thieves. The king had caught the chief of thieves and ordered his soldiers to bring to the court. In the court, he declared the punishment to the chief of thieves as death sentence by cutting his head in public place; which was known as Vadhya sila. [The meaning of this name is death rock]
As per their administration, the soldiers had decorated the chief of thieves with red dress and garland of neem leaves in his neck. The soldiers were taking the chief of thieves as a procession to the Vadhya sila i.e. death rock. The king ordered them to do so and hence it would be a warning to people and thieves. On the streets, people were watching the thieves’ leader with curiosity. While the procession was passing through the street in which Veera Keshudu’s house, Ratna Vathi had seen the thieves’ leader through her room balcony. She had rejected so many wedding proposals with determination to do not get marry. Such Ratna Vathi had fallen in love with the chief of thieves at first sight. Immediately she had rushed to her parents and said, “Father! You see the man who was taking by the soldiers to the Vadhya sila, he is right person to me as husband. You please get him release. You please perform my marriage with him. Otherwise, I want to die.” Her parents had shocked by this. Veera Keshudu had tried to convince her and to counsel her. He said, “My dear little daughter! What a foolish thing this is? Is there anybody in this world to love a thief who had sentenced to death? If you marry a thief, people will blame you as you also a thief. Because of such marriage, our family respects and race respects will get spoil. Being your loving parents, we should get affect to the public blame. You should not think like that to marry a thief. There are many young men, who are handsome, educated, rich and respected to marry you. In such case, is it right to wish to marry a thief? Is it correct to us?”
But these all became as sweet sound of holy cone in front of deaf man. She didn’t convinced by her parents counseling. What could the businessman Veera Keshudu do? He felt sad about his daughter’s foolish determination. He had thought to do what. He had taken Valuable diamonds and gems and visited the king. He had kept the valuable diamonds at the king’s feet. He said, “Oh king! You are great. You had ordered the thieves leader to implement death. I pray you to order to release him. By watching him, my daughter had loved him. She is wishing to marry him. I had this daughter after long time after my marriage. I had this only daughter. If she dies, I can’t live. Hence in helpless situation, I’m praying you to release the thief.”
Like this, Veera Keshudu had prayed the king like anything. The king felt wonder first and then anger. He fired on him. He said, “Oh Business man! Are you mad? Why are you trying to save the thieves’ leader? You might be big thief. Otherwise, you won’t try to save the thief. The thief might give the things such as money, gold, and other valuables which he had robbery in the city. Otherwise, why are you trying to save him by showing your daughter as a reason? I know all of your business tricks. Get away from here. If you stay here for one more minute, you will get the same punishment as that of the thief. Go. Get last. Get out from here.”
With frightfulness, Veera Keshudu had rushed to his house. He had explained all to his daughter Ratna Vathi. By hearing that, she had fallen on to the ground as if a banana tree which was cut off at its root. She became unconscious. Her parents had treated her with cool water and sandal powder paste. Within few seconds, she got up and ran onto the road. She was crying with loud voice and following the thief in the procession. By watching her position, Veera Keshudu and his wife were not able to be in the house. They were crying and following her.
It was spread in the city. People felt surprise. With high curiosity and interest people gathered around them. All of them and the procession had reached the Vadhya sila i.e. death rock in the burial ground. The soldiers had made the thief to take 3 holy rounds around Vadhya sila. They had put the body of the thieves’ leader in the Vadhya sila. The chief of thieves had seen Ratna Vathi and her parents. First, he had laughed loud. Later he had cried aloud. Then he lost life.
By watching the thief’s death, Ratna Vathi became panic. She had made pyre in the burial ground and got ready to die by jumping into the fire on the pyre. God Shiva and Goddess ParVathi Devi were watching all of this. They felt kind to Ratna Vathi. They had appeared in front of Ratna Vathi and stopped her from her trial to die. They had asked her “Oh daughter! What do you want?”
Ratna Vathi had put namaskar [wish] to God and Goddess. She praised them with joy. She said, “Oh God Girisha! Oh Goddess Girija Devi! You are like my parents. If you have kindness on me, you please make this thief alive. I had taken this man as my husband. If you admire my decision, you please donate me husband. Except this, I have no other wish.”
God Shiva and Goddess ParVathi Devi had admired her determination and sincerity in love. As per her wish, they had given boon to her by making the thief alive. He got up as if he got up from sleep. By blessing them, the God and Goddess disappeared from there. Veera Keshudu and his wife had felt extreme happy by watching all of this. People praised Ratna Vathi’s determination and sincere love. Veera Keshudu had performed his daughter’s marriage with the chief of thieves after inviting all his relatives and friends. The king was informed all of this through his spying agents. He felt high surprise and fear towards the determination and sincere love of Ratna Vathi. He felt that Ratna Vathi was chaste woman. He had called on the chief of thieves and appointed him as the army chief. The thieves’ leader also realized the human values such as determination, devotion, good, evil and sincerity in doing works. He had turned as a good and capable army chief.
Bhethala completed the story and said, “Oh king Vikramadithya. Now you please tell me why the chief of thieves had laughed first, cried later before he died?”
Vikramadithya said, “The thief laughed by watching Ratna Vathi. He sensed fun as Ratna Vathi loved him without knowing his particulars. The thief had cried by watching her parents. He sensed sorrow as Veera Keshudu and his wife were crying for her daughter.”
The silence was broken; Bhethala disobeyed Vikramadithya and escaped from there.
Monday, January 12, 2009
16th STORY OF BHETHALA
THE STORY OF ANAMATHI
Vikramadithya again caught up Bhethala. Bhethala again told a story.
Once upon a time, there was a city by name Avinasi. [The meaning of this name is a thing or living being which has no end of life] In that city, there was a Brahmin by name Devanadhudu. He had a son, Arjuna Swami. He was handsome and learned. He was grown up to marriage age. His father Devanadhudu had performed his marriage with a Brahmin young girl, by name Anamathi. She was very beautiful and good nature. Both the wife and husband Anamathi and Arjuna Swami were like ‘made for each other’ to the people. They were pretty couple. They were always with affection to each other, moving together, eating together and doing every work together. People were admiring their life style.
One night they had slept in their house garden to enjoy the cool breeze. It was mid night. A demon was going in the air. Demons used to move in nights only. This demon was very big and cruel. He had seen Anamathi. He had admired her beauty. He was crazy about her. Hence, he had taken away her with his magical powers.
In the morning, when Arjuna Swami woke up from sleep, he could not see his wife. All the family members had searched for her. Nobody noticed anything. Arjuna Swami was sad. He wanted to search for her all over the country. He had gone on country tour. He had searched in all possible places but in vain. He could not trace her. With despair, he returned to his native, Avinasi city.
On the way, he reached a village. He was very hunger. He asked for food in a Brahmin’s house in that village. The host had called on his own wife and asked her to give food to Arjuna Swami. She offered him meals in a leaves’ plate. Arjuna Swami asked her to give food packet. She had given rice, curries, sweets and fruits in a small basket of bamboos. Arjuna Swami had taken that basket and reached the river, which was flowing beside that village. On the bank of that river, there was a big banyan tree. Arjuna Swami had kept his food basket under the shade of banyan tree. He had a bathe in the river.
After bathe, he had started to eat the food. By that time, an eagle had caught up a black king cobra. It had sat on the branch of banyan tree and was tearing the snake to eat it. The snake had spitted the poison. Right beneath to this branch, Arjuna Swami sat. He was eating. The poison had fallen uniformly on the food. Arjuna Swami was hungry. Hence, he didn’t notice it. He had continued to eat the food. Due to the snake’s poison Arjuna Swami died immediately.
Bhethala said, “Tell me Maharaja! Who should bear this brahma hatya sin? {In Indian’s believes brahma hatya means killing of a Brahmin i.e. Satwa guna person. It is sin. Like that Sishu Hatya [Killing of kid], sthree hatya [Killing of woman], Gohatya [Killing of cow] also treated as great sins} Is this sin goes to the donors of food or someone else? Give reply. If you break the silence, I won’t obey you. If you keep silence by knowing it, your head will break into 1000 pieces.”
Vikramadithya said, “Bhethala! In this, nobody had done sinful act. Because Arjuna Swami asked for food, being hunger. The host i.e. Brahmin and his wife had given food to him. He was taking food under the shade of tree. The eagle was eating its own food i.e. snake. The snake was suffering from death pain. Hence, it had spitted poison. Hence, this sin goes to any person who says as ‘this sin goes to so and so’ without thinking properly. That’s why before saying something, we have to think properly.”
Bhethala admired Vikramadithya’s reply. But as the silence had broken, Bhethala disappeared from there along with the corpse.
OUT COMING SKILLS: By reading this story, children can learn to control their tongue while talking. It warns us to use our tongue after thinking. Otherwise, it will create more complications and problems in life. Another important feature is there, in this story. The root cause of the wandering of Arjuna Swami and his death was ‘the missing of Anamathi, his wife.” Hence, the name of this story was ‘Anamathi’. By the observing this children can inspire to think cause act relation.
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