Panchatantra

BLUE JACKLE

 

Blue JackleOnce, there lived a jackal named Chandarava. One day he was very hungry, and could not find any food, he wandered into a nearby village in search of food. The dogs in the village saw the jackal, and a group of dogs surrounded him, barking and attacking with their sharp teeth. The jackal started running to save itself, but the dogs chased. In an attempt to flee from the dogs, he ran into a house, which belonged to a washerman. There was a big vat of blue dye inside. As he jumped without knowing, his entire body was dyed in blue colour. He no longer looked like a jackal. Frustrated, he came out. When the dogs saw him again, they were unable to recognize him anymore. Fearing that it was an unknown animal, they became terrified and ran off in all directions. The disappointed jackal went back to the jungle, but the blue dye would not come off. When the other animals in the jungle saw this blue-coloured jackal, they ran away in terror. They said to themselves, “This is an unknown animal, and we don’t know the strength of this new animal. It is better to run away.” When the jackal realized that all the animals were running away. He called back at the frightened animals and said, “Hey animals! Why are you running away? Don’t be afraid. Brahma, the Lord of all creations, has me made me himself, with his own hands. Brahma said to me, ‘The animals in the jungle do not have a proper king. Blue Jackle-1Go to the jungle and protect the animals.’ “That is the reason I have come here”, he continued, “Come and live in peace in my kingdom and under my protection. I have been crowned the King of all three worlds (Heaven, Earth and Hell) The other animals were convinced, and they surrounded him as his subjects, and said “O Master, we await your commands. Please let us know whatever you want”. The ‘blue’ jackal assigned specific responsibilities to every animal. They were mostly on how to serve him. But he did not have anything to do with the other jackals, and did not want to come near them in fear of being recognized. So, the jackals of the jungle were chased away. And so it went, while the smaller animals would serve him with his other needs, the lions and the tigers would go out to hunt for prey, and place them before the jackal every day. He would then distribute the food amongst other animals, and himself. In this manner, he discharged his royal duties, for all the animals under his kingdom. Quite some time elapsed in this way, and there was peace between animals. One evening, the ‘blue’ jackal heard a pack of jackals howling at a distance. Unable to overcome his natural instinct, he was so spellbound that he was filled with tears of joy. He immediately sat up, and began to howl like every other jackal. When the lion and the other animals heard this, they realized how he was only a jackal and how they have been fooled all the time. They held their heads down in shame, but only for a moment – because, they became very angry on the jackal for fooling them. They angrily said to each other, “This jackal has fooled us. We will not let him live anymore. He should be punished.” When the jackal realized, he tried to flee from them. But the animals got hold of him and he was torn into pieces. He died on the very spot. (PANCHATANTRA)

 

FOLISH SAGE

 

Folish SageOnce upon a time, there was a sage called Deva Sharma who lived in a temple in the outskirts of a town. The Foolish Sage – Panchatantra Story Picture. He was widely known and respected. People would visit him, and offer him with gifts, food, money and garments to seek his blessings. The gifts that he did not need for himself, he would sell off, and got rich on the proceeds. And by nature, he trusted nobody. He never trusted anybody. So, he kept all his money in a bag which he carried under his arm all the time. He would not part with the bag for a single moment. One day, a swindler came across the sage, and he became sure that the bag this holy man was so possessive of, must surely contain a lot of treasure. He planned on stealing the bag from the sage, but could not think of a way to do so. He thought, “I cannot make a hole in the temple wall, or jump over the high gates. But I can charm him with sweet words to accept me as his disciple.”If I can stay with him as a disciple, I can win his confidence. When I get an opportunity, I will rob him, and leave this place.” Having planned so, the swindler approached the holy man with reverence, “Om Namah Shivaya! (I bow before Lord Shiva, the God of Destruction)” With these words, he fell on the sage’s feet and said, “O Guruji, Please guide me to the right path of life. I am fed-up with life, and want to seek peace.” The sage kindly replied, “My son, I will surely guide you. You are blessed because you have come to me to seek peace at this young age”. This was the opportunity the swindler was seeking, and he at once touched the feet of the sage for blessings, “O Guruji, please accept me as your disciple. I will do whatever you ask me to do.” The sage accepted the swindler as his disciple, but only on a condition. He said, “A holy man as me is recommended to spend the night alone without company. Folish Sage-1This helps me to meditate also. So, you will not be allowed to enter the temple at night. You will sleep in a hut at the gate of the temple.” The swindler agreed, “I shall willingly serve your wishes in every way that you ask me to.” In the evening, the sage initiated the rituals and formally took the swindler as his disciple. The swindler in return proved himself an obedient disciple. He messaged his hands and feet, wash his feet and helped him with all the rituals along with cleaning the temple. Although the sage was happy with his disciple, the swindler could not gain enough confidence for the sage to part with his bag when he was around. As days passed by, the swindler started getting frustrated, “He does not trust me enough to leave the bag with me. I can gain access to the bag if I kill him with a knife or feed him with poison.” When he was thinking all this, the swindler saw a young boy visit the sage. He was the son of one of the sage’s followers. He invited the sage, “O Guruji, I have come here personally to invite you to our house for the ceremony of sacred thread. Please accept the invitation to sanctify the ceremony with your kind presence.” The sage accepted the invitation, and after some time started off for the town with the swindler. On the way, they came across a river, where the sage thought of relieving himself. He folded the bagful of money in his robe. He asked his disciple to look after it, “My child, Look after the robe until I return”. This was the opportunity that the swindler was seeking all the while. As soon as the sage went behind the bushes, the swindler ran away with the bagful of money. When the sage returned, he did not find the disciple around but found his robe lying on the ground. Shocked and anxious, he peered inside only to find his bag of money was gone. At once he knew what had happened, and began to shout, “Oh. Where are you, you rascal. You have robbed me.” The sage then started trailing the swindler’s footsteps, but he reached town. He knew he will not be able to catch hold of him. He stayed the night in town to return empty-handed to his temple next morning. (PANCHATANTRA)

 

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