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- by Naim Naqvi 12 Nov 2009
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It happened at Koria Pul - one of the oldest bridge connecting Kashmiri Gate and Chandni Chowk; the two glittering chapters of Moughal history, the two sides of a railway divide. Night had suddenly grown colder and I was feeling alone in this heartless city. I was an unemployed bachelor, adrift, caught in the currents of mysteries of life. I had to walk down from Panja Shareef to Ballimaran as last pennies of my pockets stopped ringing. Someone had promised me to meet and a job could have been a possible outcome of that pregnant encounter. Nothing materialized and the next reality was the procurement of the evening meals that has to materialize from somewhere if I had to survive.
From that side of Kasmhiri Gate every step at the access of the bridge was heavier than the previous one. In this frightening loneliness I was trying to lose my thoughts in howling whistles of passing trains. I still had my muffler and darned over- all to protecte me from cold winds. As most of the doors which had any possibility of any opening or hope for the job had already been knocked and banged. Nothing succeeds like and success and nothing flops like a failed life. “I was the unluckiest and unwanted creature and there seemed to be no great reason to vouchsafe this world with my existence. This problems-infested world could have done better without me.” Those were the thoughts that haunted me as I minced my steps and looked up at the cloudless sky seeking some answers from one who was letting me cross that foggy night through this Koria Pul, hungry and helpless. Every dark night has a dawn and darker the clouds brighter the silver-lining - Optimism is the last refuge of a hapless soul.
There were scant any passenger across the bridge and I was the Knight of the Bridge at the moment. Then, from nowhere a tattered lady approached in a circuitous move and pulled the corner of my dress.
“Babu Ji, I’m hungry. Give me some money to eat. I shall pray for you and my baby will pray for you.” Irony of fate. A beggar was checking a destitute. I tried to look the other way. I didn’t know who wanted to laugh at my miseries at this juncture. Some times the sense of humor sparks at worst of the moments.
“I have a hundred rupee note. Do you have the change ?” I thought my howler would make her disappear.
“No, I don’t have. Please babu help me.” She replied and persisted.
“Why do you beg and why can’t you find some work for you instead of roaming the streets in this cold winter ?” I tried to reason with her without realizing that there was a mirror put in front of my face by this bedraggled unkempt mother.
“The kid is too small. If I go for work who would take care of her ?”
That was her problem but a logical man can’t accept begging as a worth while occupation to survive upon this planet which was so full of bubbling opportunities.
The child lay quiet, without moan as the mother began to unfold her thin torn shawl by gentle degree, looking down with anxious solitude at that concealed object - a miniature of suffering humanity.
The baby stretched her punny hand and feebly caressed he protectress.
Looking at me with imploring pity she again accosted , this time with more assurance and boldness.
“De na babu Allah tera bhala karega.”(Give babu, God will help you.)
“Sure, but I don’t know when Allah will help me.” I don’t remember if I said or not but she listened.
I saw her walking ahead of me with a kind of poise which if difficult to define in words. After a few steps, she stopped and looked back, waited for me.
“Down the bridge you can get the change. I come with you. Give me something babu I have to feed the baby.” I was annoyed and petrified at the script of the scene written for this strange situation by no one but who knows everything.
Under the light of lamp post I could see the exposed face of the baby. It was infinitely more touching than ever I saw - a beauty in the pathos of sleep.
Now I could see the shivering woman with her exposed body from the chinks of torn dress. We had already reached thedescending side abutting Chandni Chowk. For the whole world it was Chandni Chowk (The Brightened Square) but probably for three human beings, at the moment, it was the darkest side of a brightest square.
I remove my muffler with a flick and throw it at her.
“Bibi, I was lying. I have had nothing - no hundred rupee note, not even one rupee note. Take my muffler and protect yourself from the blistering cold weather and let me go.”
HISTORIAN CHARLES A Beard, writing in the America Mercury, noted,”The statesman is one who divines the long future, foresees the place of his class and nation in it, labours intelligently to prepare his countrymen for their fate, combines courage with discretion, takes risks, exercises caution when it is necessary and goes off the stage with a reasonable degree of respectability.”
Many of our countrymen forget to count the contributions of Moulana Abul Kalam Muhiyuddin Azad, a giant warrior in the Indian struggle of freedom. Though plenty of places in the country bear the name of Moulana Abul Kalam Azad today, few remember his contributions to the freedom struggle and modern education of our country. In the race of creating new icons, he is almost a forgotten individual. He just existed - in the past. Azad was the first Education minister of independent India. The present day’s education system has all the marks of his genius. He was the first who had raised the issue of national system of education. His initiatives are the bedrock of the ‘National Policy on Education (1986) - updated in 1992. According to Azad’s philosophy, up to a given level, all students irrespective of caste, creed, location or sex, should have access to education of a comparable quality. All education programmes, he stressed, must be carried in conformity with secular values and constitutional frame work. He stood for an educational structure of 10+2+3 throughout India.
Born on November 1888, in Mecca to an Arab mother and Bengali father, he got his primary education under the tutelage of his father and later by appointed teachers of their respective fields. Moulana Azad was a renowned scholar, poet, well versed in English, Urdu, Hindi, Persian, Arabic and Bengali.
He was trained and educated to become a clergyman and in that capacity, wrote the new interpretation of ’The Holy Quran’. He was disliked by the conservative Ulema of Deoband for his modern approach to religion.
In 1912, he started the publication of “Al Hilal,” a revolutionary weekly journal to increase revolutionary fervour amongst Muslim youth. Moulana Mohd Ali Johar and Gandhi, both were impressed and admired his talents and incisive write-ups. In the beginning of his career, he had developed an interest in pan-Islamic doctrines of Jamal Uddin Afghani and the Aligarh thoughts of Sir Syed Ahmed Khan. Later, he came in close contact with Sri Aurobindo Ghosh and SC Chakravarty. He was always an advocate of Hindu - Muslim unity and the company of these revolutionaries kindled a new flame in his approach to achieve freedom. “Al Hilal” played an important role in forging Hindu-Muslim unity. The British government felt threatened with the popularity of the journal and banned it in 1914. They charged the paper as propagator of secessionist values. Moulana was undaunted and put all his resources to start a new journal - “Al- Balagh” with the same mission. It was the turning point and the administration finally banned the paper and expelled Moulana Azad from Calcutta and interned to Ranchi jail. He was released after the First World War in 1920.
After his release, Moulana joined Indian National Congress and took active part in the Non-Cooperation movement started by Gandhi. He was elected president of the INC in 1923, in the special session.He was again arrested in 1930, during the Salt Satyagraha and incarcerated in Meerut jail for one and half year. Azad became the Congress president again in 1940.
He vehemently opposed the partition of the country. Unlike other politicians, he never acquiesced to the idea of carving the country and felt let down by the Congress leadership in general and Muslim League in particular. He remonstrated, warned and alerted the country through his articles, books and speeches about the adverse and dangerous consequences of partition. He had fought all his life for a country, in which Hindus and Muslims would co-exist peacefully.
Moulana Azad served as minister of education in Pandit Jawaharlal Nehru’s cabinet from 1947 to 1958 and died of cardiac arrest in 1958.
Jane kahan gaye woh din……..By: Naim Naqvi | Saturday , 14 Nov ‘09 8:59:53 AM Reply | Forward Everyone likes to salute the rising sun or at least what I conclude from these comments. Dhoni or Sharhrukh could enjoy the liberty not to respond to one the most respected actor of Indian screen but it’s faux pas and unexpected from both of these gentlemen. I’m no great admirer of any of them either but I won’t approve their arrogant and abominable attitude to Abitabh Bachchan. I had earlier written in these columns that it would have been prudent that Big B takes a voluntary retirement as a graceful exit. However, his greed for money is pushing him in such embarrassing situations where people refuse to recognize his existence. There would be more to follow if BB doesn’t read the writing on the wall. All good things come to an end and better to realize earleir than learn it at the expense of one’s honor. Gone are the times when Indian Film Industry used to respect its elders. Gone are the directors and actors of stature of K. Asif, Mehboob Khan, Bimal Da, Kamal Amrohvi and GuruDutt.
arogant muslimsBy: anand | Sunday , 15 Nov ‘09 4:35:56 AM Reply | Forward what else can you expect from an arogant muslim who is not even worth the shoes of amitabh.
Feel pity on Bala Saheb ThackerayBy: Naim Naqvi | Tuesday , 17 Nov ‘09 9:06:33 AM Reply | Forward Can’t help feeling pity for the aging Bala Saheb Thackeray. I know his love to uplift the lot of Marathi Manus. I have lived the best part of my life in Bombay and I love this city more than all the Tahackeray clan combined. I do also know that Maharashtrians, especially Marathis are simple, down to earth humanbeings unlike some snobbish and crafty people from some other parts of the country. However, I fail to understand why can’t Bala Saheb accept the simple fact that Bombay is a city which has been built by the sweat of Indians from every nook and corner of the country. It was fine to ask for a better place for Maharashtrians. There the buck stops. Let all the Indians should be allowed to carry on freely the job of creating jobs and opportunities in Bombay. Best talents shouldn’t turn back. Allowing all flowers to flourish will help not only outsiders but the Matahi Manus also. It is still time before Bala Saheb wakes up to Mumbai or BOMBAY a deserted town of past glories.
Feel pity on Bala Saheb ThackerayBy: Ritu | Tuesday , 17 Nov ‘09 13:00:08 PM Reply | Forward Well said
feel pity on Bala Saheb ThackerayBy: gopal | Tuesday , 17 Nov ‘09 12:20:27 PM Reply | Forward It is due to such so called great people’s attitude that Mother India became a slave of portugeses,britsh people etc.and with so many sacrifices and blood flow India got back her freedom.Let Mr. Thackeray not disintegrate Mother India
THE SEVEN fundamental rights of the Indian Constitutions are: 1. Right to equality 2. Right to freedom 3. Right against exploitation 4. Right to freedom of religion 5. Cultural and educational rights 6. Right to constitutional remedies 7. Right to information Article 16 : Equality of opportunity in matters of public employment (1) There shall be equality of opportunity for all citizens in matters relating to employment or appointment to any office under the State. (2) No citizen shall, on grounds only of religion, race, caste, sex, descent, place of birth, residence or any of them, be ineligible for, or discriminated against in respect of, any employment or office under the State. An Indian can seek a job anywhere in the boundaries of India. Now enjoy the empty rhetoric from Congress: In the wake of a spate of attacks on women from the northeast in Delhi, Home Minister P Chidambaram said people of the region have every right to live and work anywhere in the country and entitled to equal respect. Northeastern citizens are as much Indian as you and I. They can come to Delhi, live in Delhi, work in Delhi, study in Delhi and they are entitled to equal respects and equal rights”. He said there was no question of registration of the northeastern citizens living in the national capital. Every citizen of the country is free to travel to any part of India except in some inner-line areas of the border. There is no system of registration,” In Osmanabad (Maharashtra) on March 17 accusing the opposition of seeking to divide people on the basis of caste, community and region, Congress president Sonia Gandhi asserted all Indians have a right to live and work anywhere in the country. The government would ensure that people are not deprived of their basic rights to live and work wherever they want. Her comments were with reference to Maharashtra Navnirman Sena (MNS) chief Raj Thackeray’s campaign against north Indians settled in Mumbai and elsewhere in Maharashtra. Now the latest diatribe by the glittering star - Madhya Pradesh Chief Minister Shivraj Singh Chouhan echoing Raj Thackeray, in Satna at the ‘Garib Utthan’ (Uplift of the Poor) rally on Thursday. “He would not allow “Biharis” to usurp jobs in the area. Karkhana lagega Satna mein aur naukri karne aayenge Bihar se, ye hum honey nahin denge. (Factories will be set up in Satna, but people from Bihar will get jobs in them, I won’t allow this) .The chief minister said he had asked factories to employ local people. “They will have to train local youths and employ them,” he said. Everyone in the country is now well conversant with the hypocrisy of the BJP. The CM’s speech was just the tip of that iceberg. The statement provoked sharp responses from Bihar Chief Minister Nitish Kumar and RJD president Lalu Prasad. Now this poor man is backtracking: “All I meant was that local people should be given priority over outsiders,” he clarified in Indore on Friday, adding that he had not meant any offence to Biharis. Someone must tell these local satraps that ‘Enough is enough.’ You can’t insult an Indian in India like that. These minions are making a mockery of the Constitution of India. Let there be another amendment in the Indian Constitution which should clearly empower the administrative machinery to arrest anyone who dares to challenge the fundamental right of an Indian to work anywhere in India. There violator should be meted out with exemplary punishment so that this periodic nuisance should be exterminated forever.
Does CM read Constitution Of IndiaBy: Naim Naqvi | Saturday , 7 Nov ‘09 12:42:18 PM Reply | Forward The doublespeak of the BJP has come full circle. It has plumbed a new low in the politics of somersaults, contradiction and shifting sands. The party, whose principal plank was AKAHAND BHARAT had stooped low before MARATHI MANUS reservation agenda of Shiva Sena and now listen a clarion call, a latest diatribe by Shivraj Singh Chouhan - the roar of Lion Of Madhya Pradesh at Satna, “He would not allow Biharis to usurp jobs in the area. Karkhana lagega Satna mein aur naukri karne aayenge Bihar se, ye hum honey nahin denge. (Factories will be set up in Satna, but people from Bihar will get jobs in them, I wont allow this) .The chief minister said he had asked factories to employ local people. They will have to train local youths and employ them”. Article 16 says: Equality of opportunity in matters of public employment (1) There shall be equality of opportunity for all citizens in matters relating to employment or appointment to any office under the State. Does he ever read it?
Does CM read——-By: romesh.sharma | Saturday , 7 Nov ‘09 14:52:54 PM Reply | Forward Mr.Naqvi,your introspection and self-analysis are not atall congenial to the topic though most of the times you try your best to impress the readers with verbiage.Do you know BJP is a political Party and there is no poltical Party and a politician who won’t use what you call Double-Speak.This is part of politics and diplomacy.What one has to care is the impact of such speaks on the people and the nation.Inconsistency is no necessary condemnation of a politician or of a party.There are times when most crucial problems/measures are advocated and the same are strennously resisted the next time.Changed circumstances,party strategy and indivisualinterests contribute to such mutations.Sudden reversals do have negative effect on moral-weights but if meant sincere for good and can be justified no one should dispute the integrity of the motives.The thought and desire behind Akhand Bharat was/is not what is being exaggeratedly propagated,which is merely meant to unite the people of existing Nation-Bharat.The internal uncontrolled/unplanned/undesired migration is a reason of hinderence of Nation’s prosperity and shockingly filthy infrastructure.Pushing/encouring the people to greener pastures like animal is no solution but it the state Govts to improve job opportunities and other facilities for poor and needy within own regions where thy will feel more comfortable and achieve some happiness.Moreover the respionsible(irresponsibly)politicians of biharUP or other states remain inert and enjoy the luxuries of idleness for they don’t have to do/care much.Naturally its the locals who have first rights to be employed/engaged.States like Maharashtra,Punjab,Assam,Karnatka are worst effected demographically and financially;and ofcourse low level crimes because of this inter-state migration.True,Equality of opportunity in matter of——-but if its so why muslims and othr socalled minorities are yammering for Reservations and special treatments!Reading or knowing Constitution is not all but practising it truely/sincerely is important.Constitutions are nothing but a book or document in which a system of fundamental Laws and principles are layed/written or recorded.This has always a space for changes/reforms or amendments.Indian Constitution needs immidiate reform for its no more compatible to the existing times/circumstances the country is going through.Its BJP/RSS main agenda/policy.They wish to see all equal Indians first before religions.I know you are anti-BJP/RSS and your tactfull and refined comments do leave a tinge of antipathy against not only BJP but Hindus,which is not for everyone to realize. Shameless OpprutnistsBy: southindian | Saturday , 7 Nov ‘09 18:02:12 PM Reply | Forward RSS was dividing hindus and Muslims now it is dividing Hindus vs Hindus. Shame on You RSS moroons
To Mr. Sudarshan and YD with loveBy: Naim Naqvi | 06-Nov-2009 Reply | Forward Cultural Nationalism or Apartheid died the unsung death with the convincing defeat of RSS’s ideologies in last several elections. Why not CHECK with Sudarshan of RSS or Rajah Jaswant Singh, the leaders of your ilk, who was responsible for partition. Muslims have shed more blood for India and the Indian history bears witness to that. From Siraj-ud-Daulah of Bengal, Hyder Ali and Tipu Sultan or Mysore, 15 children of Emperor Bhahdur Shah Zafar to Shaheed Ashfaque Ullah and Haweldar Abdul Hameed there in infinite list of Muslim martyrs. Check your own history of Local Self Rule of 1934 and find out who cheated on whom? Don’t challenge my culture and my nationalism! I’m writing in these columns and places for quite some time and I need no certificate from Patelites and Saffronites. My ancestors could have migrated to Pakistan and would have made big there but the decision of staying back in our Mother Land was based on love of our Mother Land, which’s not only your’s ! It’s my India Sir !
Don’t dig the controversial issues now !By: Naim Naqvi | Friday , 6 Nov ‘09 10:45:19 AM Reply | Forward Sardar Patel and Indra Gandhi were diametrically opposite in their approach towards minorities. Patel was not free from communal bias. It is not surprising that Patel’s speeches upset Maulana Azad and Nehru. Gandhi reprimanded him: “I have heard many complaints against you. Your speeches are inflammatory and play to the gallery. ” His daughter, Maniben Patel published her diary which recounted other such situations. She writes that he was happy to see Guru Golwalkar, the then RSS chief, released from jail and wanted to welcome RSS workers into the Congress. On August 3, 1949, says the diary: “Glad at release of Golwalkar ready to welcome in Congress. Bapu (Sardar) task to make their entry easy.” We can’t equate Ms Gandhi with Sardar and he can’t be held in the same esteem as Indra Gandhi.There is no point in digging into controversial past as many skeltons would fall from it. Sardar has done a great job in unifying nation but he was not a priest. He had serious pitfalls also.
Naim is secular By: Sudarshan | Friday , 6 Nov ‘09 16:33:34 PM Reply | Forward He did not appease people, he did not create terrorists orgns, some people are born to thrive on other tax payers money, they cannot know what is true nationalism. . culture is a part of nationalism . . naim i can understand what culture and nationalism u have
Shameless CongressBy: YD | Friday , 6 Nov ‘09 16:05:11 PM Reply | Forward How come you “forget” that 96% Muslims fought for Pakistan and then stayed back ? Patel was right to mention who was responsible for the partition of India. Look at India today, full of Islamic terrorism and Congress vote bank of Muslims. Indira Gandhi was the distroyer, Patel was preserver.
Sherlyn Chopra: A saving grace in Bigg Boss
- by Naim Naqvi 24 Oct 2009
This story has been read 2419 times. Category: Entertainment
Topic: What do you think about the Reality-TV shows
Kamal Khan and Sherlyn Chopra - A sunshine and an eclipse respectively!
“Big Boss - n th” - a slice of life, a stream of fantasy and a congeries of events and impressions; all seem to be stage-managed with a poor script and one big name !
However, this time there is still a sliver lining which, it seems, ready to disappear very soon - Sherlyn Chopra.
Raju Shrivastava is out of his wits. Funny or amusing quips do longer slip from his mouth automatically and he is badly in need of some rest to replenish or re-construct his humour. Vindu and Ismael are waste of time. There is some manly spark in Bakhtiar Irani but no meat. He is good mannered but devoid of intellect.
If I call Sherlyn a silver lining I have a reason of two to back my claim.
Watching the rest of content- less, insipid and purposeless cauldron of Big Boss, I feel the only one that has a sense of direction is S.C.
It is feast for the sour eyes to look at her timid face and down-cast eyes. Look at rest of suave, goody-goody, frightened, dolled- up females of the house and you could easily notice the difference. They are all afraid of the youngest and most inexperienced girl. Her cold stares freezes them all. It is fascinating to observe the enviable splendid aloofness of Sherlyn. How cheap of Tanaz to blurt about Sherlyn’s visit to the Surgeon ! The screen lives up when S.C. makes her fleeting appearance. The youthful and ethereal profile, the charm of her sensitive face and her ingenuous artless frankness about herself and her back-ground are the rare traits for someone who is struggling hard with realities of life since she was 16. You can share her feelings as she looks agonizingly at the chirpy snide comments of her conferees. She is refusing to accept the terms the other wants to force upon her. She is stubborn, persistent and resolute. She takes cleaning as religion. She explains her inability to engage in small talks : “I have never been in a merry company and I’m ignorant about its customs. I can’t and don’t enjoy the society the way others do. I’ve different background1”. An honest and straightforward confession that makes her different.
She invites males at her body show. It was perhaps a candid slap on the morality of much wedded or unwedded curious males of the house or all of us - males. The invitation card reminded the dialogs of “Pakeezah.” It was short, succinct and to the point.
This lady with conviction and resolution has a long way to go even if the low-brow of the ‘House of Big Boss’ throw her out sooner or later.
Kamal Khan was miserable flop. He has desperately disappointed if he had written his own script or the one handed over to him by producers. He was a villain without plot; a rebel without cause; a senseless brute and clod and a stigma upon his upbringing and class. His attitude made no head or tail from beginning to end. He was earlier admired for his Desh Drohi but proved unwittingly that you can’t convert a cabbage into a rose.
A parrot from Bukhara
- by Naim Naqvi 30 Oct 2009
This story has been read 910 times. Category: Technology
Topic: Others
There were times when father used to be a ‘father’ and not ‘my old man’; when the parents used to be the parents and not ‘friends’ and ‘yars’; and when elders were respected as it was their due upon those plants they had nurtured and protected when the furious winds of time were gusting and ragging to devour them. It was before the flood of prosperity and modernity overwhelmed and submerged every virtue, every value, every custom and every tradition of our society. Yes, I ’m discussing India - my own Bharat.
Yes, we have the dawn of a new era. Now our ‘old man’ is aging faster than the natural process demands; quicker than he should. He is still engaged in a losing battle against the tide. For him the process of climb-down is rapid , curious and critical. He moves like the shadows, dragging his feet, remembering better times he had and cursing the circumstances he was born. Little by little everyone is abandoning him like the song of ‘Kagaz ke Phool’ - Bichre sabhi baree baree………………….He has recoiled in his helpless solitude, in his lonely cocoon. He has been allocated a room at the remotest corner of the house he had once built with the toil of his hard work; with the sweat of his brow; by dint of his labor. He has become a nuisance for his family now. He tries to write without paper; sing without voice and craft things out of nothingness. No one has time to communicate with him. The old man is saying something to someone as he imagines in shadows and he talks with them. He blathers out something in groping monologues. One or two stray kids of the family come near him and turn around as they can’t comprehend what he conveys. He feels kids are still hovering. A violent fit of cough attacks his breath and shakes his existence to the roots. It takes long for this interruption to subside and when the paroxysm is over the kids are already gone. It is now pitch dark night. The sordid dark room has acquired a forlorn look. Pain and memories hangs heavy here. There is pin drop silence except the discordant gargle sound that occasionally emanates from his throat. Perhaps he is sleeping; and his breath is exhaling an odour of a sleeping animal. No one knows when the moon disappeared in clouds - the very dark cloud that have left no silver lining. Now, there is no signs of heaving from his body. Perhaps he is dead. He has attained the final peace. There is an eternal tranquility upon his face. He was my father or might have been your’s either. A long chapter our own life is finally closed. The main pillar of our citadel is gone. Only remains the vestiges of a fallen tower -as Dickens would say.
A young trader with a long face is standing near a golden cage. A sprightly parrot is perched on silver swing inside the cage. The bird flutters in the limited space as the trader addresses to him. “I’m going to Bokhara, your ancestral land from where I had purchased you last time I visited. There must be some of your relatives still living there on the banyan tree. Would you like to convey some message to them ?”
The parrot flutters again - this time with more vigor.
“Tell them I’m living in a golden cage. My master gives me the best of the fruits and nuts to eat and he loves me too much. He puts my cage at the most comfortable place where the pleasant wind blows. I’m really very very happy. Give my regards to all of them.”
Trader leaves for Bokhara and arrives under the banyan tree. Hundred and hundred of parrots were hopping and fluttering in the branches as he stood momentarily confused in this cacophony under the shadows of the giant tree. He starts his message - “Lend me your ears my dear parrots ! I’ve a message for you.”
All the activity in the branches and surrounding comes to standstill. All parrots take their place.
“I’m coming from the land of saints and seers. Back home I have got a guest young parrot who belongs to your fraternity and I had purchased him from your keeper last year. He has send his regards to all of you, especially to his parents if they are still alive”. After that the trader repeated the message verbatim without any addition or subtraction of his own.
Suddenly, before the trader concluded his address an old parrot swooned and he fell dead from the top of the tree. It was an unwarranted climax. Everything became normal in a little while. The parrots on the tree resumed their discussions without paying any heed to their dead colleague or the trader. As there was nothing coming from either direction the trader decided to leave the place.
He realized the shock his message had inflicted at the heart of the old parrot. He was, he thought, perhaps the father of the young prisoner back home.
Puzzled and worried he came back to his country. The bird welcomed the return of its master with the violent fluttering inside the cage.
“Did you give my message to my relatives master?” He asks.
“Yes I gave your message and an strange reaction occurred there. Hearing your message an old parrot suddenly fell dead from the top of the tree. No one gave any other message in return.”
Before the trader could have concluded his words, the prisoner in the cage dropped dead from the perch.
“Strange destiny, what an empathy ! What a great mutual shock; what a coincidence !” In a pensive mood and with great reluctance trader removes the dead body of the prisoner from its cage and throws upon the garbage dump. Even before the dead bird reached its intended place it comes back to life. And presto it flutters up with a surprising somersault and occupies a pleasant and windy place upon a branch of a tree in the courtyard. Enjoying the first whiff of air of freedom, perched comfortably upon the green twigs the young parrot smiles and talks with his old master.
“Do you know that the parrot who fell in Bukhara was not dead. I had asked him a way to escape from your prison and he had shown me one.”
The trader was bit wiser today. Perhaps everyone of us can learn a lesson or two from this story
