Friday, May 1, 2020

The Guest and the Pestle

Bhudhimathi stared at Ponnan – her husband, in dismay. How could her husband keep inviting guests to the house?
She looked around the dilapidated hut that they were living in. Her husband barely earned enough for feeding the two of them. Added on top of it, Ponnan had this generous streak in him and he invited guests to the house almost daily.
Invariably Bhudhimathi found that she had to sacrifice her portion of the food for the sake of the guests.
She had repeatedly told her husband to stop this practice. But talking to Ponnan on this matter was a lost effort. He just did not understand. For him all that was important was to 'appear' to be generous to one and all.
Bhudhimathi sighed. The people in the village were also smart. They properly exploited Ponnan's nature and invited themselves to his house under one pretext or the other.
The guests would be coming soon.” Ponnan declared.
Bhudhimathi wondered what exactly Ponnan expected her to do about it. There was very little food in the house. She turned away from Ponnan because otherwise she felt she would lose her cool and start yelling. She eyed the mortar made of heavy stone lying in a corner and the 4 ft long pestle leaning against the wall and.… suddenly she smiled.
Bhudhimathi turned to her husband. “Ponnan, why don't you go to the river and come back after a bath? I will make preparations for the lunch soon.”
Ponnan was feeling happy. His wife had always been angry with him for inviting guests. But today she seemed to have understood him. He happily went to the river with the change of clothes.
As her husband left the house, Bhudhimathi immediately set to work. She dragged the mortar and pestle and put it in the main hall. She brought out the garland and tilak and decorated the mortar and pestle as she set to work.

Just as she was admiring her handiwork, she saw the guests coming in. She smiled as she invited them. Making sure they could see the mortar and pestle, she made them sit on the mat and then prostrated before the pestle.
The guests were intrigued. “What are you doing?”
Worshiping our God. We do it before the sacrifice.” Bhudhimathi told the guests as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
What sacrifice?” The guests demanded a little nervously.
Bhudhimathi shook her head a little hesitatingly. “I am not supposed to tell you. But you seem to be good people, so I will tell you.” Bhudhimathi lowered her voice. “You see the reason my husband invites people to our house, is because of the sacrifice for this God. You see, the Mortar God requires a sacrifice. My husband calls people and whacks them soundly with the pestle. This way....”
The guests did not even wait for Bhudhimathi to finish the sentence.
Bhudhimathi watched with silent glee as the guests rushed away making up hasty excuses.
Ponnan came back home from the bath and watched that the house was empty. Frowning he turned to Bhudhimathi. “Where are the guests?”
Bhudhimathi looked a little shame-faced. “They left. They did not even have lunch.”
Why?” Ponnan demanded angrily.
They wanted the pestle. How could I give our pestle to them? We need it for grinding. We will not be able to cook without the pestle.” Bhudhimathi said with utter anguish in her voice.
Ponnan was furious. “They are our guests. If they wanted the pestle you should have given it to them.” He looked at the pestle and angrily picked it up. “Fine if you won't give it, I will.”
Ponnan picked up the pestle and ran after the guests.
Come back!” He said when he found the guests at the far side of the road. “Come back and take the pestle.”
Ponnan never understood why the guests started running away from him with greater speed. When they heard his words, they actually got scared and ran faster.
Ponnan gave up the chase since he could not catch up with the frightened guests.
The guests told all the villagers about Ponnan’s 'sacrifice' and soon word spread.
Bhudhimathi was glad. Ponnan now always came home alone. Even if he invited anybody home, all of them steadily declined the invitation.
-Indian Folk Stories

Vasilisa

In a far away kingdom in Russia, there lived a man, whose wife was terminally ill.
The man and his wife had a beautiful daughter named Vasilisa.
Vasilisa was crying beside her mother’s bed because the young girl felt that something terrible was going to happen to her mother.
Mother, don’t leave me alone,” Vasilisa begged.
Her mother opened her eyes feebly and studied the young girl. The mother smiled and took out a wooden doll and handed it over to the young girl.

The young girl was surprised as she studied the doll and then looked at her mother.
This doll was given to me by my mother.” Her mother said. “Do not tell anyone that you have this doll. But when you are in need give this doll something to eat and drink, then this doll will comfort you.” The mother smiled feebly as she saw confusion in the face of her daughter. “The doll will help you, even if no one else can,” the mother finished.
The daughter was surprised but she took the doll and kept it.
A few minutes later, her mother breathed her last.
Vasilisa wept bitterly as she sat there.
After that, there were many nights when Vasilisa would just sit in the lonely nights hugging herself to sleep and she would weep for her mother. But there was no one to comfort Vasilisa and she was miserable.
Then one night when Vasilisa again remembered her mother, she suddenly saw the doll which her mother had left for her.
Remembering what her mother had told her, Vasilisa took some food from her room and gave the doll something to eat and drink.
That was when something astonishing happened.
The eyes of the doll glowed like as if it was a human. The doll smiled as it saw Vasilisa and comforted the child, exactly the same way like Vasilisa’s own mother would comfort her. After many nights, Vasilisa felt her misery lessen. She hugged the doll and fell into a deep dreamless sleep.
Soon this became a routine with Vasilisa. Whenever she felt the need for any comfort, she would feed the doll and the doll would in turn help Vasilisa.
Vasilisa’s father also missed his wife terribly.
The elders of the village told him that he had to get married again. They told her that that way Vasilisa would have a mother when the father went away in far away tours. And Vasilisa’s father would also have some companionship.
When Vasilisa’s father told her about what the elders had told him, she was horrified. Because her father had also told her whom he was planning to remarry. It was a widow from the village, who already had two daughters of her own. Vasilisa did not like the woman at all and Vasilisa was sure that the woman did not like her too much.
Vasilisa tried her best from discouraging her father. But her father was determined and he soon married the other woman. So now Vasilisa had a step mother and two elder step sisters.
When Vasilisa’s father was in the house, the step mother treated her with love and care. But when her father was not around, the step mother showed her true character and Vasilisa knew that what she had sensed was true. Her step mother really hated her.
Vasilisa had another problem. A serious problem. She was extraordinarily beautiful. In fact the villagers called her Vasilisa, the Beautiful. This made the step mother hate her more. Vasilisa was also kind and gentle and so the villagers loved her. They loved her as much as they hated the step mother and her daughters.
Soon the step mother was unable to bear this. When Vasilisa’s father was not around, the step mother sent Vasilisa to do the hardest chores in the house. The step mother sent Vasilisa to work the fields in the hope, that working there would make Vasilisa’s skin pale and weak, and reduce her beauty.
But the ploys of the step mother failed. Vasilisa had the doll with her and Vasilisa told no one about it. When Vasilisa’s step mother gave her such difficult chores, Vasilisa would turn to the doll. The doll would make sure that Vasilisa was properly rested and using its magic the doll would do all the work which Vasilisa was meant to do.
As the years passed, many suitors came for Vasilisa. This caused great problems for the step mother. Her daughters were elder than Vasilisa, but because they were bad-tempered, absolutely no one wished to marry them. In a fit of rage, the step mother refused all the marriage proposals which had come for Vasilisa claiming that the youngest daughter could not be married before the elder ones.
This sorry state of affairs continued and it became worse.
Once when Vasilisa’s father had left for his tours, the step mother closed the house and took the three of them to another place. The step mother was sick of the neighbours talking bad things about her and she realized that if she hoped to get her daughters married she had to get out of the place.
The step mother also had another ulterior motive. She planned to get Vasilisa out of the way, permanently.
The wicked step mother planned on living in the edge of a dense forest.
In the forests there lived a wicked witch called Baba Yaga. It was rumoured that Baba Yaga ate people who came close enough to her house. The step mother wanted to make sure that Vasilisa met Baba Yaga and hoped that Vasilisa would never return.

So, right at the outskirts of the forests, the step mother had another house built and lived there. The step mother and the step sisters sent Vasilisa out to the forests everyday with some chores or the other, hoping that Vasilisa would meet Baba Yaga.
But as days passed nothing happened.
Finally, the step mother was very angry and she made a definite plan.
That evening, the step mother put out all the lights of the house except one and gave each one of the three girls a task to do. The eldest daughter was asked to do some sewing, the second daughter was asked to knit socks. Vasilisa was asked to do some spinning.
As the girls were working, the eldest daughter went near the candle in the room, pretending to straighten up the wick.

The eldest daughter put out the light and the house was suddenly plunged in complete darkness.
On cue, the second daughter spoke. “Mother will be furious with us if we do not finish our work.”
The first daughter continued pretending to look scared. “But....we do not have light!”
Both the girls turned to Vasilisa.
Go and get some light from our neighbour, so that we can light the house and finish our work quickly,” the second daughter finished.
Before Vasilisa could even protest, the two girls had pushed her towards the door of the house.
D.....o...n’t.” Vasilisa started. But before she could finish, the first daughter interrupted. “You know how important this work is, so don’t come back until you have the light.”
The second daughter opened the door of the house as Vasilisa found herself out of the house. Before Vasilisa could say anything, the daughters closed the door of the house.
Having no other choice in this matter, Vasilisa walked deeper and deeper into the jungle.
She was shocked.
As she was walking she heard horse hooves behind her. She eagerly turned when she found a very strange sight.
The horseman who was behind her was dressed in white, completely. He had a white horse and even the harness of the man was white. Before Vasilisa could say anything, the horseman drove past her and vanished. As the man vanished, strangely enough dawn broke open and the first rays of the sun were seen through the dense and dark jungle.
Not understanding what it was that she had just seen, Vasilisa walked a little hesitatingly deeper into the forest.
Vasilisa kept walking, when a little while later, she heard another horseman. She turned and this time, the horseman was red. From head to toe, the horseman was dressed in red. The horseman’s horse was red and so was his harness.
The horse passed her and vanished when the sun came up high in the sky.
That was when Vasilisa came upon a clearing. In between the clearing she saw a hut. Or at least she thought it was a hut.
She was beginning to get horrified because it was a hut, but the hut was standing on chicken bones and the worst part was the fence around the house. The fence around the house was made of human bones and skulls. Vasilisa was getting horrified as she heard hooves again. She saw a third horseman dressed completely in black riding through the jungle.
The minute the man drove past Vasilisa, the day turned into night. The eye sockets of the skulls in the fence of the house glowed in the darkness...The light from the eye sockets were so bright that the entire clearing and the hut glowed almost like it was day.
Vasilisa was horrified and she was about to run from there.
That was when Vasilisa heard someone whizzing in the air. Vasilisa realized that this was Baba Yaga.
Vasilisa could not move in fear as suddenly the hut before her turned to face Baba Yaga.
Baba Yaga was about to move inside the house when she stopped and smelt the air. Vasilisa nearly screamed in terror as Baba Yaga whipped her head and spied her.
I thought I smelt someone,” Baba Yaga said in a raspy, old voice. “Who are you?”
I...I...am Vasilisa. I am your neighbour!” Vasilisa croaked. “We..I..we need some light for our house.”
Baba Yaga watched Vasilisa with a sudden shrewd smile on her face. “If you want light then you must work for it.” She said in the same tone. “Will you?”
Yes.....” Vasilisa said nodding her head, looking terrified.
Before Vasilisa could say anything, Baba Yaga continued. “...or I will eat you for my dinner.”
Vasilisa took a deep breath trying to calm herself and followed Baba Yaga inside the house.
After having her dinner, Baba Yaga watched the trembling Vasilisa. “Tomorrow, you will cook my food, clean the house from top to bottom, and clear this yard.” Baba Yaga said pointing at the front of the house.
Vasilisa nodded trembling.
And you must separate the bad grains from the good grains of the wheat seeds in my storehouse.” Baba Yaga finished.
Vasilisa nodded weakly again.
The next morning, Vasilisa woke up and saw the white horseman gallop by the house and the first rays of dawn came up.
Baba Yaga woke up and using her mortar she flew away from the house.
After Baba Yaga left, Vasilisa tried doing the work all by herself. But it was just too much work. Vasilisa was exhausted before even completing one of the tasks.
She then remembered her doll and then took it out, fed her doll and told it all that had to be done.
You cook the food for Baba Yaga,” the doll said. “I will take care of the rest.”
Just like yesterday, Vasilisa saw the red horseman drive past through and towards the end of the day, Vasilisa saw the black horseman drive through too.
The place became dark.
Baba Yaga came back home when it was dark and she was in for a shock. All the work that she had asked Vasilisa to do was finished and it was done to perfection.
Grudgingly Baba Yaga turned to Vasilisa. “When I go out tomorrow, I want you to find the poppy seeds in my storehouse and separate the good ones from the bad ones.” Baba Yaga said fuming, trying to hide the fact that she was disappointed that Vasilisa had finished the work perfectly.
Baba Yaga then used her magic and Vasilisa was shocked when three hands appeared before Baba Yaga.
Squeeze the oils from the grains that this girl has separated.” Baba Yaga told the hands. The hands started working as Vasilisa watched the entire scene too terrified to talk.
The next day, Vasilisa saw the three riders and that day too, Baba Yaga could find nothing wrong with Vasilisa’s work, thanks to the doll which was with Vasilisa.
Just like yesterday Baba Yaga summoned the hands to grind the poppy seeds.
Baba Yaga looked at Vasilisa after her dinner and watched Vasilisa angrily. “Well? Have you nothing to ask?” Baba Yaga demanded from Vasilisa.
Vasilisa took in a deep breath and started timidly. “I saw three horsemen galloping outside. Who are they?” She asked Baba Yaga, describing the three of them.
That?” Baba Yaga snarled watching Vasilisa. “The white one is Dawn, the red one is the Red Sun and the Black one is Night.”
Vasilisa nodded to herself. Now that Baba Yaga was in a talking mood, Vasilisa was very curious to ask about the hands which appeared and were doing the work and and was about to ask it, when the doll which was in her pocket vibrated, real hard.
Vasilisa realized that the door was trying to tell her not to ask the question and immediately fell silent.
And I have to ask you a question.” Baba Yaga said angrily.
Yes?” Vasilisa said as her heart thundering.
How were you able to finish the work that I set for you?” Baba Yaga demanded.
Vasilisa was almost gasping wondering what she could say to Baba Yaga, when she thought of her “My mother’s blessings!” Vasilisa squeaked. “My mother’s blessings helped me do all that.”
Vasilisa’s mother had specifically told Vasilsia never to tell anyone about her. So she thought she had done well in replying to Baba Yaga. She was wrong.
Blessings?” Baba Yaga shrieked. “You have your mother’s blessings?”
Vasilisa was shell shocked not knowing what to say. 
“I want no one near me who has another’s blessings. Get out of my house!” Baba Yaga said angrily.
Vasilisa was actually glad and nearly ran from the house. As she was near the fence, Baba Yaga angrily picked up one of the glowing skulls. “Take this fire for you family.” She said as Vasilisa stepped out of the house. “Take it and never come back!”
Vasilisa walked through the forest real fast trying to put herself as far away from Baba Yaga’s house as possible. She passed the three horsemen as she was moving away from the forest.
She then reached her house and she was in for a surprise. The house was in complete darkness.
Vasilisa thought that there was no one in the house.
She took the skull and she went inside the house and saw her step sisters and her step mother sitting glumly inside the house.
....it is so dark!” One of the step sisters was muttering.
Silence!” The step mother snapped angrily. “Ever since Vasilisa left the house, the entire house has been like this. No light stays up. Any light we bring from outside, gets snuffed out, the minute the light comes inside the threshold. We have not even been able to cook or do anything else,” the step mother fumed angrily.
Vasilisa heard the words and came inside with the skull having the light in it. The step mother and the daughter immediately fell silent.
The step mother angrily took the light from Vasilisa, realizing that the girl had been successful in this task too.
That was when the step mother screamed. The light from the skull burnt her. The step mother let the skull go as Vasilisa caught it.
But the step mother and the step sisters were not spared even after that. No matter what, the fire from the skull found them and soon they were all burnt to ashes.
Vasilisa was the only one who was untouched by the fire.
She then buried the skull outside the house and left the house and went back to her home to await her father.
Much later, it is said that with the help of the doll, Vasilisa started making the best fabrics in the country. Her fabrics were said to be so good that even the Tsar started noticing it. The Tsar liked the cloth and when he saw Vasilisa he fell in love with her.
The Tsar married Vasilisa and they lived happily ever after.
- Russian Folk Stories

The Talking Cave

Kharanakara the lion, roamed about in the jungle looking for food.
In the olden days, when Kharanakara was younger, he could chase down any animal of his choice. Food was never a problem. But now, Kharanakara realized unhappily that catching animals was getting more and more difficult.
As the old lion was walking through the forest he came across a cave. That was when a sudden thought struck him. Hunting animals was difficult in this age. What if Kharanakara waited for the animal to come to it.

Thinking thus, Kharanakara looked inside the cave and saw that the cave was huge. He was sure that such a cave would never be unused. There had to be some animal which lived here and the animal would come back home after the day in the forest.

Grinning to himself the lion hid inside the cave. When the animal came back, the lion intended to attack the animal and finish it off for his meal.
Kharankara was perfectly right in his analysis. The cave indeed belonged to a jackal by name Dadhiputcha.

In the evening, Dadhiputcha finished with his hunting and he was coming back to his cave. Dadhiputcha was a naturally observant animal. He found it curious to see a new set of footprints outside his cave. He stopped for a few seconds and then froze in horror.
The footprints belonged to a lion.
Dadhiputcha fervently studied the ground once more. All the footprints led inside the cave, but none came outside.
Dadhiputcha's first instinct was to run. He almost bolted when a voice of reason slowed him down. He was in a jungle. It was not wise to go out in the forests at this time, especially when all the other predators were busy. The cave is the safest place for him, if it was empty.
Dadhiputcha was wondering what to do. He just could not walk inside the cave and see if the lion was still there.
The jackal suddenly grinned.
CAVE?” The jackal shouted. “Hello, it is me – Dadhiputcha. I am back after hunting. Is everything all right?”
Inside the cave, Kharanakara wondered whether the jackal outside was mad. What did the jackal expect? That the cave was going to talk back?
Still confused, the lion listened to what the jackal had to say. Kharanakara heard the puzzled voice of the jackal. “Cave, this was our agreement. That I greet you when I come back. Is something wrong? Is that the reason you are not talking now?” The jackal asked
Kharanakara was cursing his fate. Of all the things he had to go and enter the one cave which talked back. Probably the cave would not talk back if there was a strange animal inside.
Then Kharanakhara realized that he had only one opportunity right now. He had to impersonate the cave.
WELCOME JACKAL! All is fine,” the lion growled in a low voice.
Dadhipitcha breathed a sigh of relief as he slunk away from there.
He realized that a person who could anticipate trouble and deal with it appropriately was the one person who would never be unhappy in his life.
-From the Panchatantra