I assume the story is a literal translation from nepali language. The stories that would once leave me spellbound through out the night in childhood are just funny, stupid and incredible baloneys yet it does bring aroma of nostalgia. Enjoy (time permitting)!
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An adventurous old man (From Folks of Mithila)
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There was an old man in a certain country. He had no issues. Since he had no issues, he used to wander here and there aimlessly. All the village folks used to love him. They always helped him and his family matters. His farming was near a forest.

One year, since there was no rain, harvest was very poor. He became curious to know about the bad harvest. So he began to move aimlessly here and there and wanted to know its cause. He started begging for livelihood. While he was begging, he saw that a bull and a bullock were engaged in a fierce fight. He approached them and asked the cause of their fighting. They came before him and said "you go and ask the cause of our never ending fighting and tell us. The old man was very curious to know the causes of these two events, so he proceeded further.

He was exhausted due to hunger and thirst. But he was not disappointed. He went near a Banyan tree and sat there to take rest. He narrated his curiosity to the tree. But the tree admonished him to go to the forest and ask the cause "why hasn't the wind blown for so many months here?" The old man was extremely generous and could not bear their pain and agreed with all to know the causes of the suffering. From there, he proceeded further and reached near a forest.

There suddenly the fear of tigers, bears, rhinos and elephants overcame him. He found himself quite helpless because there were no humans. He could not get any help there. There there came a fierce storm miraculously and the old man was carried away towards the sea. He became quite desperate and almost dead because of fatigue and for not finding the cause of his bad harvest, the cause of the bull-bullock fighting and of the wind not blowing. He was in a fix where to go and to whom to ask these questions. How can an old man know such things?

The old man had never cheated anyone in his life. So he was afraid of dying with the burden of having told a lie. While he was thinking all these things by chance he met a monkey. He became very pleased to see the monkey and narrated his whole story. the oldman also expressed his inner desire of knowing the cause of those things. The monkey told him " go and see Indra and ask him these questions, he might be able to answer these questions"

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WHen he came to know this thing from the monkey, he cherished the desire to go to Indra soon. But there was this vast sea on the way. He was much worried to see the sea. This made him very upset and he began to weep that he would die without knowing the causes of these things. The god of s ea, takign a a human form appeared before the weeping old man but the old man due to tears in his eyes, could not see the sea god.
The sea god asked him politely "why are you weeping old man?"

The old man told his story. The sea god too asked him to go to Indra. Thus, once again he decided to go to Indra. But he was supposed to cross the sea to go to Indra. He spent hundred years while thinking to cross the sea. When the sea god saw the old man, he became very worried and helped him to cross the sea. But the oldman lost the way and began to wander hither and thither. He saw a big lion in the meantime. He captured the lion after a big fight and rode on him and went to the palace of Indra. Having reache there, he sent a message to him.

Indra was enjoying his time very indolently. He used to punish gods and demons both without any fault. He was merry with fairies. He was busy listening to music and watching dance performed by beautiful young girls in the palace. He even did not pay attention to Brahma (creator), vishnu (protector) and Mahesh (destroyer). Even trinity had become fed up with Indra's loose character.

Laxmi and Sarswati were quarreling in the house of Vishnu. Laxmi was abusing Sarswati. She was calling bad names to her. Vishnu tried to avoid this quarrel and went to sleep in the sea. Mahadev was also upset after the death of Sati. He was unable to feed his sons ganesh and Kartikey. So deranged, he went to live on a burning ghat. Brahma was very anxious at this event. He tried his best to comfort his friends. IN the meantime, Indra got this golden opportunity. So, he was paying no attention to anybody. On seeing such a disorder, the ol dman lost his temper. He determined to fight with Indra.

In the beginning, all laughed at his idea, but he negotiated with all the gods and the demons. He fought with indra and defeated him. After that Indra requested the old man to save his life. He surrendered totally and came to ask his protection. The old man became very happy and gave him shelter. The old man, then, asked him the cause of his bad harvest, the cause of never ending fight between bull and the bullock, the cause of wind not blowing.

Indra said "all this happened due to indolence" on hearing this, the old man proceeded towards his own village. He disclosed friends the cause of their miseries on his way back home. the old man returned after 302 years and settled there happily. Indra now began to think that whenever there is tyranny, impossible things happen. And a great man appears to abolish such a disaster ;)

Good work :o).

Take care.

If there is any moral/message or anything at all to be learned/understand, I miserably failed to find any. Perhaps there is a hidden message at the end of the story. Or is it an attempt at another ?The trees are being cut? or (something like that) a subtle yet powerful editorial piece in Nepali newspaper?

But, even if it's just a folklore without any msgs/meaning, thanks for sharing. Incumbent situation in sajha, anything other than discussions about current scenario will be appreciated by vast no. of (non)silent readers.

IndisGuis:)

I remember this one story, don't know if it falls under folklores but want to tell it anyway. Mom told me years ago, don't know why it struck on my mind.

So there was a mother duck who had 3 ducklings. They wanted to go to the jungle to play. Mom warned them to be careful of the "shikari". Off they go and just then the hunter comes along with a gun. The mother duck tells the hunter, "Shikari dai, please do not kill my children." The hunter moved replies, "I won't, but how will I recognize as to which are your children?" The mother replies, "My children are the most beautiful ones." That evening the hunter returns with dead ducklings, the mom sees the ducklings and cries. The hunter asks her why was she crying, she replies, "You killed my children." The hunter replies, "But didn't you say your children are the most beautiful ones, I chose to kill the ugliest ducklings."

Meera hands everybody a box of tissues :D :D :D

Thanks Oys,

INdisguise,

"Or is it an attempt at another ?The trees are being cut? or (something like that) a subtle yet powerful editorial piece in Nepali newspaper? "

U cuccho manche, Indisguise. Why are u comparing Oys' story with Kunda's story? Oys is not trying to imitate Kunda Dixit here,OK. Of course, Kunda le sansar bhari publicity payo Socks ko story lekhera, he is a cunning genius after.

Oys bro,

good job. something for change... whoaaa! (I seriously need to get this al pacino Whoaaa outta my head now... :-)