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कुछ क्षण ऐसे भी आते हैं ! 10 May 2022

 कभी कभी घिर जाते हैं हम गहरे किसी दलदल में, फँस जाते हैं जिंदगी के चक्के किसी कीचड़ में, तब जिंदगी चलती भी है तो रेंगकर, लगता है सब रुका हुआ सा। बेहोशी में लगता है सब सही है, पता नहीं रहता अपने होने का भी, तब बेहोशी हमें पता नहीं लगने देती कि होश पूरा जा चुका है। ठीक भी है बेहोशी ना हो तो पता कैसे लगाइएगा की होश में रहना क्या होता है, विपरीत से ही दूसरे विपरीत को प्रकाश मिलता है अन्यथा महत्व क्या रह जायेगा किसी भी बात का फिर तो सही भी ना रहेगा गलत भी ना रहेगा सब शून्य रहेगा। बेहोशी भी रूकती नहीं हमेशा के लिए कभी आते हैं ऐसे क्षण भी जब एक दम से यूटूर्न मार जाती है आपकी नियति, आपको लगता है जैसे आँधी आयी कोई और उसने सब साफ कर दिया, बेहोशी गिर गयी धड़ाम से जमीन पर, आपसे अलग होकर। अभी आप देख पा रहे हो बाहर की चीजें साफ साफ, आपको दिख रहा है कि बेहोशी में जो कुछ चल रहा था वो मेरे भीतर कभी नही चला। जो भी था सब बाहर की बात थी, मैं तो बस भूल गया था खुद को बेहोशी में, ध्यान ना रहा था कि सब जो चल रहा था कोई स्वप्न था। खैर जो भी था सही था, जैसी प्रभु की इच्छा, जब मन किया ध्यान में डुबो दिया जब मन कि

बोधकथा-The Orphan Boy and The Evil Witch

We’ve all heard stories from our mothers, grandmothers, and other homegrown bards. I too, grew up listening to such stories. Most of them came from the Mahabharat, the Jatak Kathas, some from Baba Yaga, and the likes of Cinderella. But some special stories were my Mother’s own imagination. This tale was one such figment of her mind, that stayed with me forever. And now, I long to tell this to my own daughter, when she’s old enough to understand the moral behind this story. The original was in Hindi mixed with a few Garhwali words and inventive inventives used by my Mother. I, on account of many readers being uncomfortable with Hindi, have translated it as best as I could into a poem in English.

An orphan boy with seven aunts,

Lived from day to day on their alms,

He’d clean their pots, their fields, their rooms,

And in return, he’d get some food.

One day, thus spake his seventh aunt,

‘Dear boy, I have naught but a magical plant,

‘Tis a magical golden fruit seed,

Sow it and thou shalt reap,

Golden fruits rich and ripe,

More than enough for you to survive.

The orphan boy whilst dubious,

Still went forth to the nearest woods,

Where he sowed the wee golden seed,

Wishing, hoping the seed would grow into a tree.

The day the seed sprouted some leaves,

The boy wished hard upon the tree,

‘Golden tree’, he said, ‘grow big and tall,

So I may never have to beg for alms’

When finally the golden tree did bear fruit,

The boy elated sang and sprang up to its roots,

He bit into the first golden pod,

And thanked his good Aunt and the Gods,

For fruit this delicious he had never savored

He ate and ate and still more did he favor.

In the woods there too was an evil witch,

Black of heart and a cannibalist.

She found the orphan boy’s retreat,

And schemed to capture him for a boy-feast.

She donned the garb of an old maid,

And up to the tree she went and said,

‘Dear boy, with the tree so fine,

Lend me some fruit, if you do not mind’.

The boy was loathe to part with his fruit,

But there was plenty for him thus he could.

He aimed some at the maid’s skirt,

But she could catch naught and they fell on the earth.

‘Ah! But I’m an old maid, I can not see,

Won’t you be kind enough to get down the tree?’

The boy rolled his eyes but got down the tree,

While the witch looked on in obvious glee.

The moment the boy offered his fruit-laden hand

The witch snatched him up and put him in a sack!

And off she went to her dreary hut,

Where she called her daughter, the dumb and mute.

She told her what she had in the sack,

‘Ready the cauldron, wee wench, till I come back.’

She went off into the woods to gather some carrots and beets,

While she dreamed of a boy-feast, laden with sauce and cream,

While in the hut the dumb girl undid the bag,

She looked at the sleeping boy in the sack.

Thought she, ‘he is asleep, let me go on,

And shred some turnips, cabbage, and sweet corn’.

She left the boy in the bag upon the hut’s floor,

And the fool that she was, left ajar the room’s door.

And so the boy who was as yet feigning slumber,

Slipped out of the sack thanks to the wench’s blunder.

He came upon a dagger short and sharp,

And before you knew it, had stabbed the girl through the heart.

He undressed her and donned her clothes,

And her meat he carved out and shoved into the stove.

When the witch came back she told him to stir the pot,

While she unknowingly sprinkled herbs in the broth.

And inwardly the boy did laugh,

‘Soon, soon you old hag’, he thought.

‘Your joy will turn to tears bitter,

While I’ll burn this hut down so no child comes hither’

When the feast was laid out the witch made haste,

And as the first morsel, she did taste,

She crooned in utter delight and bade,

The boy dressed as the girl to cut in with his blade.

But the boy told her he must first attend to nature’s call,

He went out and shut the doors, the windows and all.

He put fire to the hut and jeered at the hag,

‘No more shalt thou eat poor souls from your sack’.

‘For what you eat is your daughter sweet,

That is a memory for you to keep.

You reap as you sow, hence should you mind,

Never to do ill upon your own kind’.

And thus the boy went back to his golden tree,

Upon its limbs he lived on, merry and free.

Moral of the Story

One should never wish ill upon the others. What goes around, comes around. It wouldn’t be long before you find yourself trapped in the same ditch you dug up for others. Stay contented with what you have.

Pradita Kapahi, 2017.


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have a nice day!


  1. Reblogged this on The Pradita Chronicles and commented:
    Thank you so much Shiva for posting this poem here. Our childhood stories are such a huge part of our growing up years. I realise this now more than ever, now that I have a daughter of my own. Please check out for his initiative in posting stories with a moral and contribute.

  2. Thank you so much di for giving too much attention to my thoughts
    I too love those childhood stories if no one will give any response till next Sunday then I will write myself 😂cz I can't stop this series
    I still remember lot of stories which I listened in school days , I hope your little angle would like to hear those stories . So keep telling her more and more ...

  3. And you shouldn't stop the series either because it's a great initiative. If you think deep enough, so mny of our beliefs are tied to such stories. We may think their moral childish, but they leave a mark on us, that arises whenever we are in situation that requires us to weigh our decisions against our ideals. That's why I urge you, dont let go of this and keep writing :) :)

  4. Really warm motivations from your side that makes me more strong and powerful to write more and more
    I have applied too much morals on my life too because my school environment was much dedicated for manners and humanity so I have learned more from those stories and events
    Even my writing is also come from those idols !
    Your words are really priceless for me
    Thank you so much 🙏🙏🙏

  5. You're most welcome. I've had a similar upbringing which is why I understand why these stories are not just stories.

  6. This is such an amazing story with a sound moral. Written in a beautiful poetic way, too... thanks for sharing this... :-)

  7. Thank you so much for reading this post ! 🙏🙏

  8. Hi. Your post is up on my blog now. Please check and thanks for contributing 😊

  9. Wow this was extraordinarily beautiful! 👌

  10. This story brought me back to childhood. Nowadays, we don't get to read such fables..brilliantly narrated.

  11. I am glad to see that
    Yes it is all about writer's ability
    At starting of the post , she mentioned her blog so you should visit her blog too 😇
    Thanks for giving your opinion

  12. What a beautiful poem so rhythmically expressed!

  13. Thank you so much 😇😇
    It's all about the talent of writer she does well
    You can visit her blog too

  14. I loveeeeeeeee this!!!! This is one of the best posts that I've read thus far!!!! Keep writing! I really love the suspense! Your words kept me reading! I love it!

  15. Thank you so much bro
    All credit goes to her , who had given this beautiful poetry
    You can check out her blog for more amazing posts


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