Monday, February 23, 2015

Week 7 Storytelling: Jovial Jackal


The 5 o’ clock whistle rang at the Canine Brothers law office. All fifty workers logged out of their computers, grabbed their suitcases, and headed for the door.

“Ah, what a WONDERFUL day it is,” thought Mr. Jackal as he strolled down the tree-lined sidewalk.


 

“Looking great, Mrs. Equine”

“Good day, Mr. Hare.”

Mr. Jackal said all of this as he made his way home. He strolled up along his fence and gave a great grin to his children as they played in the yard.

“Honey!” cried Jackal’s wife.

“Why the commotion, dear?” said Mr. Jackal.

“That tiger! He is at it once again!” exclaimed Mrs. Jackal.

“I saw it all from the window!”

“And what was it that you saw, honey?” beckoned Mr. Jackal.

“Well, you see, there was a mighty nice Brahman fellow making his way down the sidewalk when he came across the tiger pleading for help,” said Mrs. Jackal.

“Wasn’t he [the tiger] in there because of a failed attempt at murder? That’s the word down at the office,” said Mr. Jackal.

“Yes!” cried out Mrs. Jackal.

“What I’m trying to get at is that the tiger managed to coax Brahman tourist into opening the cage!”

“The poor man didn’t have any idea of who that tiger really is.”

“Now you need to hurry out there or that tiger is going to eat that poor Brahman!”

Mr. Jackal, well-equipped to handle situations like this because of his law background, hurried onto the scene.

“Tell me what is wrong, dear Brahman,” said the jackal calmly.

The Brahman, trembling in terror, proceeded, “The tiger lamented and pleaded for anyone to help him out of the cage he was locked in.”

“Uh huh, I see. Go on,” said the jackal.

“He [the tiger] claimed that he was locked in by accident. I thought he looked to be a man of good character,” declared the Brahman. “And as soon as I opened the door he pounced on me and roared that he was going to eat me.”

“Well why don’t we go and hear the tiger’s side of the story?” responded the jackal.

“My good sir, Mr. Tiger, how are you today?” asked the jackal.

“Mighty fine!” said the tiger. “And even better after I devour this Brahman for supper.”

“About that,” said the jackal, “why don’t you explain just what happened?”

“So I was locked in this here cage,” responded the tiger.

The jackal, looking puzzled, said “What do you mean locked in?”

“You know, confined within the bars,” beckoned the tiger as he approached his former prison.

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean,” said the jackal. “I can be slow to grasp situations at times.”

“Ah! Perhaps a visual would help me to better understand your story,” exclaimed the jackal.

“Fine you idiot,” shouted the tiger as he jumped in the cage.

“I was trapped. Like this. In the cage.”

The jackal, having set up the tiger just right, pounced on the door and saw it slam shut.

“Now have a fine day, my Brahman,” commented the jackal, “and see to it that you don’t fall for the ploys of these thugs.”

 

Author’s note: I told this story in third person to elaborate on the character of the jackal. In the Indian Fairytale  In the Indian Fairy Tales the jackal is simply brought in out of nowhere; I thought it would be nice to have known more about him. The original story line had that the Brahman helped the tiger who was trapped in the cage and pleading for his life. Upon being freed, the tiger threatened to eat the Brahman. Next, the jackal came about and tricked the tiger into being locked back up. I didn't change the overall storyline much; what I did manage to do was to create a story for the jackal and slightly readjust the conversation that led to the tiger's self-imprisonment.

Bibliography: Indian Fairy Tales by Joseph Jacobs (1912).

Saturday, February 21, 2015

Reading Diary B: Words of Wisdom




This idea of an acquaintance or friend who, although seemingly candid, will try and use others is something that I’ve come across a few times. I can see the striking similarities between those I know and “wrong-mind” glaringly.  

From my experiences, it always seems like the “wrong-mind” character ends up with the short end of the stick – maybe there is some divine intervention going on.

I can completely to relate to the proverb given by right-mind in his defense of wrong-mind’s accusations.

Wrong-mind went to the length of even having his father give a false statement and they were both compensated fairly for their works! What could they have expected to happen?


I find the proverb in this section about no true “good” deed to be interesting. In some circumstances, it seems certainly true; however, I firmly believe that some deeds are done out of nothing more than benevolence.

I’m glad that they were able to resolve the issue with a sense of humor.
 
 


I enjoyed the moral of the story. It is quite true that people are quick to judge, and they often pay for it, too.

Reading Diary A: Attack on the Ocean



The idea that those in power are not the wisest is very -- hmm, applicable-- to some instances today.


I can’t believe that the rabbit is going to make an attempt at defeating the lion. However, I do believe in his saying that wisdom will prevail against all. This is sure to be interesting!

How entertaining it is to read the rabbit and lion to cite poems back and forth at each other justifying their reasoning; this is a metaphorical presidential debate!

What a masterful job by the rabbit to outwit the lion. He used the lion’s own arrogance to defeat Numskull.
 


I enjoyed this story. The author did a fine job of incorporating multiple facets to make up a well-rounded fable.


What a clever scheme on the part of the author to incorporate all of the ‘tributary’ stories to great one great piece. I was surprised at how well the stories flowed and connected so easily.

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Extra Reading Diary: Indian Fairy Tales




I can surely relate to this. I’ve attempted to help people in sincere need who showed no true appreciation for my assistance. More importantly though, was the manner in which the crane responded – by leaving in humility.


Ah, what a great job on the part of the jackal to solve the problem by using the same pity that the Brahman displayed to save the tiger -- in order to trap the tiger and save the Brahman.
 
                                                                       Justice Served


The seems to me like a 16th century version of winning the lottery. How much more lucky could this Harisarman possibly be? By deception and dishonesty he built up a fortune; how could someone live contently knowing this?

Monday, February 16, 2015

Week 6 Storytelling: Lei Tree





The boys walked one on each side of their grandfather as they made their way down the cognac dirt trail thru the forest. Their dogs wandered about closely, sniffing through the grass and trees that lined the path back home.

“What a spectacle that sunset is,” said Ralla as he marveled at the pastel on the horizon as the sun was busy on its way illuminating the western sky.

“Grandpa, it’s just the sky. Why do you find it to be something special?” remarked Kuroff.

The grandfather had no response – not that it had any effect on the kids, anyway.

“What do you think about trees, Danzell?” asked Ralla.

Danzell laughed. “Eh, they are good for climbing, I suppose.”

“What if I told you that many of the seemingly mundane facets of life are actually sometimes the most intriguing?” said Ralla.

“Have either of you heard of the lei tree?”



                                                                         Tree of Lei


“The lei tree? No,” said Kuroff.

“This tree blessed an entire valley of villages with the most fertile farming soil, the ripest fruits and an abundance of shade. It actually produced all kinds of fruit; each with its own unique succulence. Its branches served as arms open wide for any tender heart or weary traveler. Its sap provided the secret ingredient for teas of elixir,” claimed Ralla.

“What good was this tree for children like us, Grandpa?” Asked Danzell.

“Well, it was known for its ability to all with wisdom,” claimed Ralla.

Danzell and Kuroff cried, “Is that it?”

Right around this time the grandfather and his grandchildren reached their estate. Ralla’s wife and the boys’ grandmother, Kirsa, had prepared the boys a snack. The three took their treat and made way towards the backyard. Then, four of them and their dogs sat around the base of a shade tree.

“I was just now telling Danzell and Kuroff about the lei tree. In particular, I was mentioning that it was a fountain of wisdom for adolescents,” said Ralla.

“Ah, yes!” exclaimed Kirsa.

“This tree yielded many a tactical genius in battle, sages and medicine men.”

“These men were able to discern the correct path to take in order to carry out their highest ambitions.”

“Even the great Rama was known to frequent the tree in times of uncertainty.”

The boys squealed, “Rama!”

“The warrior Rama? The brave and noble prince of fair Ayodhya?” asked Kuroff.

“Yes, that Rama,” exclaimed Ralla.

“Well, can we visit this tree of lei that you speak of?” beseeched Danzell.

“If your mother permits,” responded Ralla.

“We’ll ask her when she comes by to pick you boys up in the morning.”

The boys, looking as desolate as could be, obliged and continued to eat their snack. Luckily, the boys were taxed by the walk to the Ganges and fell asleep with no problem. Danzell and Kuroff awoke the following morning to the smell of fresh eggs and toast.

The two hopped up as soon as they heard their mother, Sarep, speaking to their grandmother.

“Mom! Mom! Can we go with Grandpa to see the lei tree?” asked the kids.

“The lei tree? That will be quite the walk. Are you sure you want to trek such a distance?” said Sarep.

“Yes!” shouted the children as they jumped up and down.

“Well, go outside and find your grandfather boys,” said Kirsa.

 

 
Author’s note: I elected to write this story in third person to continue to add to my storybook. I found the story about the lei tree in the Khasi Folktale section of readings. I did change the original story by omitting the idea that the tree grew large and began to be destructive. Also, the actual story didn’t mention anything about the tree bearing fruit or providing people with wisdom. After reading the story of the lei tree and how stunning it was, I automatically thought that it would be a great fit for my storybook. Link to story: http://mythfolklore.blogspot.com/2014/07/khasithe-legend-of-iei-tree.html

Bibliography: Folktales of the Khasis by K.U. Rafy (1920).

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Sunday, February 15, 2015

Reading Diary B: Khasi Folktales




I found this story to be so unbelievable that it was very funny. I guess that I should have predicted what was coming from the title; however, it was quite a stretch for me to take this story very seriously. Maybe it was meant to be humorous?


This story of the tortoise reminds me of Cinderella. This turtle, however, is more like one of the sisters.

I suppose that this could have been plausible at the time given the anatomical features of the tortoise.


I appreciate how the idea of frugality is so very applicable to college students ha ha!
 
                                                                           Hollow Thorax