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This is small story from the Vedic era describing about a cobbler who wanted to be better placed in his next birth and accordingly prayed at Bhairoghat temple near Dashaswamedh ghat close to the Ganges river. This temple is mythologically known for granting the worshippers the type of birth they wanted when they are born next time. One day the cobbler went to the temple with the resolve to return only after the Deity consents to his wish. He prayed in a sequence asking for a king in his next birth but withdrew it on the thought that king’s life is very risky and his life is always in danger. Like that imageshe  made a request to become the king’s Prime Minister but that too he himself turned down on the pretext that every Prime Minister is supposed to be a chamcha to the boss the king. Then he opted for a tiger but that too was dropped by him realising that some day an elephant may crush him to death using his heavy legs and the trunk. Like this he continued requesting for dozens of the choices but was unable to stick to one out of his list. In the end he had no option but to request the Deity after obeisance to allow him to take birth as a cobbler only and it is from this point onwards that the saying “Banda mochi ka mochi” did emerge. Any live being has the same discipline to follow and it is only utterly foolish to hanker for the fancy of different genres.This applies to all live beings uniformly with no discriminations of any kind

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Meeting the beast at his home!

Only yesterday I wrote a small refresher titled as ‘My days with a snake for 2 years’ quoting one of  my adventures, and this one too is nothing new but just a repeat of what I wrote in this very blog long back forming an addition to it. Actually, what happened is that some of the readers emailed me to write some thing more on such type of adventures including some by way of their comments on the predecessor article. I quite know that repetitions don’t form necessary ethics in blogging, but I had to resort to it just for the convenience of my readers, and that too by appending the relative link for their ready reference. The write-up in question on ‘Face to face with a tiger’ can easily be traced through the local search on the blog itself or by searing the category ‘adventure’ besides going through the text contained in the link so given below:

Link: Face to face with a tiger 

The text in the link above slightly bulges towards the right column but that is a minor formatting error.

Many a times I too feel lost into the lap of nature in the surroundings which are so soothingly inspiring to the core of my heart. Wanderings in the dense forest was a sort of my childhood routine. Feelings wise, I still relish it, enjoy it and draw an embalming impact of it on my nerves. Once I had the experience of delight and fear too the same time when I was face to face with a tiger in a forest on a bicycle.

DISCOVERING MYSELF


I wonder as I look beyond

The glory and the grandeur of nature’s formation.

For every step further I take

The alluring landscape takes my breath away.

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Face to face with a tiger!

Stories from jungle are always a natural interest and this one is a real life adventure supporting the saying that even the beasts don’t turn violent or behave otherwise unless harmed or provoked. I was in my pre teens unable to apply a full leg pedal while bicycling on trenchantly deep tracks meant for bullock carts. I was at my maternal uncle’s village on India-Nepal border. He was highly respected a man commanding so much of respect and had a business enterprise dealing with big grain merchants from Nepal.  This business centre was around 4 KM away from the village and most of it was just a dense forest. Boys were not allowed to move alone, more so on a bicycle –if some one was allowed as an exception, ofcourse with necessary security precautions, it was taken tobe a big priviledge for him. One such favour was at a stage bestowed on me and my joy knew no bounds –my bicycle moving through the forest  I was more happy than terrified with a zooming silence at times pierced by chirping birds, howling  monkeys and roaring big cats. I was feeling so chivalrous within myself but it was so shortlived. I noticed an animal figure with some spots here and there on the body reclining on a patch of grass behind the trees by the side of the road. I had no chance of seeing it earlier but my instincts alarmed me and I was terribly frightened on the sight. Shaking and shivering with the fear of Unknown, I felt like my breathing stopped and I had to exert for gasping it. The animal was obviously the one not to tolerate any intruder nearby –man or animal. The animal gotup, moved with a royal gait aiming his piercing gaze at me making me feel that I am nearly devoured. It was hardly a distance of not more than a yard and half between him and me and I felt I was collapsing. He halted for a moment slightly lowering his head and with a small pause moved forward to the other side of the road disappearing in the bushes across a cluster of treas unhindered, undisturbed. On reaching the shop, my elder brother (maternal Uncle’s son) was terribly amazed seeing me in my haggard looks raising a volley of questions and when I could waveringly narrate to him the entire episode he cried saying it was nothing but a Tiger and it’s only a miracle that you are safe. He distributed sweet to celebrate my safe landing. The elders talked that but for the reason that the tiger must have been in a relaxing posture after prey followed by sumptuous meals, the boy returning unhurt would have been just out of question. They also talked that unlike human beings, tigers normally don’t attack persons causing no harm.