Bengal Tiger!!!


King of Wild Beasts!!!

This is one of the famous stories believed in Bengal about a fakir, Gazi Saheb. His story is similar to our Sai Baba from Shridi.

To the boatmen of the river Hooghly, and the woodcutters and honey gatherers of the Sunderbans, “Gazi Saheb” is a name that is still invoked in times of storm or stress.

Stories of the magical powers of this wonder-worker have been preserved in song and legend.

South of Calcutta, where the town of Baruipur stands, there was once dense, impenetrable jungle, laced with crocodile-infested creeks.

Into this wasteland came a fakir, Mobrah Gazi by name, to take up his abode at a place called Basre. He so overawed the wild beasts that they became his slaves; and the “Gazi Saheb”, as he came to be known, was often seen riding about on a tiger.

It is said that the Zamindar of the pargana in which Basra was situated was placed under arrest because he was unable to pay the annual revenue to the Emperor at Delhi.

The Zamindar’s mother, fearing for her son’s life sought the assistance of the great Gazi. The fakir promised him aid.

After sending the woman who served him as a devotee home, he dismounted from his Bengal tiger and sat down in deep meditation.

So great were his powers that his thoughts were telegraphed over the many hundreds miles separating his jungle from Delhi, and he gave the Emperor a dream in which he, Gazi Saheb, appeared before the Emperor, surrounded by wild beasts, and announced that he was the owner of the Basre jungles, and that the revenue would be paid from his treasures buried in the forest.

He ordered the Emperor to have the Zamindar of Basre released, threatening him with every misfortune if he disobeyed.

The Emperor woke late next morning and, overtaken by the business of his court, forgot the dream.

The following morning, when he ascended his throne, instead of seeing the usual courtiers and attendants, he found himself like a mother, fearing for her son’s life and sought the assistance of the great Gazi. The fakir promised his aid.

The Zamindar’s house, the Emperor came to know, was surrounded by wild beasts. He immediately remembered his dream, and in great haste ordered the release of the Zamindar.

The animals vanished, and a few weeks later the revenue arrived, paid out of the Gazi’s treasure.

In gratitude for the Gazi’s help, the Zamindar built a mosque in the jungles of Basre, as an abode for the saint; but the Gazi Saheb- who had no use for material possessions and used his mysterious treasure only to assist others, said that he preferred the shelter of the forests in sunshine and rain, and desired neither mosque nor house.

The Zamindar then ordered that every village in his Zamindari should erect an altar dedicated to Gazi Saheb, “King of the Sunderbans and of the Wild Beasts”, and warned his tenants that if they failed to make an offering before entering the jungle they would almost certainly be devoured by tigers or crocodiles.

And so even today, between Calcutta and the Bay of Bengal, the Gazi Saheb is recognized as a saint in many of the villages of the Sunderbans, and his name is held in reverence by both Hindus and Muslims.

There is no record of the Gazi Saheb ever having taken a wife, yet there are a number of fakirs who claim themselves as his descendents, gaining a livelihood from the offerings of boatmen and woodcutters.

That day they do not have the powers of the original Gazi has been apparent more than once, for it is usually the fakirs, and not the village folk, who are carried off by tigers or crocodiles.

Many people have tried to discover the whereabouts of the tomb of Gazi Saheb. Some say it lies near Baruipur, where the saint first took up his abode; others say it is to be found in the jungles of Sagar Island, “by the creek that runs to the sea.”

And there are some who feel certain that there is no tomb that the Gazi Saheb left this earth in no ordinary way, but was taken to Paradise riding on a Royal Bengal Tiger.

Urs,

SRK

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Comic King!!!


Comic King!!!

 

In this week, we will see about a great humorist as well as comic poet who attained fame as a great jester by making people laugh…he is none other than our most favorite comedy king of ancient India, Mr. Tenali Ramakrishna.

 

I dedicate this week for stories of comedy as well as comic king Tenali Ramakrishna… Enjoy…

 

Tenali Ramakrishna, popularly known as Tenali Rama, was a court-poet of Krishnadeva Raya of the Vijayanagara Empire. He was known for his wit and impressive poetry written in the Telugu language.

 

Ramakrishna was called a vikata kavi and he was one of the Ashtadiggajas of the Vijayanagara court. He was also a great scholar of several languages that included Telugu, Marathi, Tamil and Kannada.

 

Ramakrishna was born in a village in Andhra State during the early part of the sixteenth century.

 

He lost his father when he was very young. He was a very carefree child.

 

From morning till night he was in the company of naughty boys.

 

One day, Ramakrishna met a sadhu who advised him to pray Mother Kali.

 

Ramakrishna did as advised and as soon as he completed the repetition of the mantra eleven crore and eleven times, Mother Kalika appeared.

 

She had a thousand faces and looked terrifying. On seeing the Goddess Ramakrishna touched her feet and then burst into laughter.

 

This aroused Kalika Devi’s curiosity. She ordered him to explain what made him laugh.

 

“Divine Mother! When we catch cold, we feel that two hands are insufficient to wipe our only nose.

 

 If, you catch cold will your two hands be enough to wipe your thousand noses?

 

This thought made me laugh. Forgive me, I have been impudent.”

 

So saying, Ramakrishna again fell at her feet and stood up.

 

The smile and the sense of humor of the boy pleased Kalika Devi.

 

She blessed him to attain fame as a great jester and make people laugh.

 

So he mastered all learning and became famous as the great humorist, the comic poet Ramakrishna.

 

This is a popular story about Tenali Ramakrishna.

 

We will see some of the most popular stories of our Comic King Tenali Rama in this week.

 

Urs,

 

SRK

The Story Of Holi Festival!!!


The Story of Holi Festival!!!

 

There was a mighty demon king named Hirnakashyipu who had won all the three worlds of heaven, earth and hell and had thus, become very proud.

 

He assumed that he could defeat even Lord Vishnu with his valor.

 

He went to the extent that he had enforced a law that everybody would worship him instead of gods and deities.

 

However, his little son Prahlad refused to accept his commands and continued to worship Lord Vishnu with complete devotion.

 

Infuriated by this defiance of his son, he ordered his soldiers to throw him down a hill.

 

Praying fervently and having full faith in Lord Vishnu, Prahlad did not retract from his word.

 

True to his faith, Lord Vishnu rescued him at the last moment.

 

Flustered by this news, Hirnakashyipu invoked the help of his sister Holika, who had a boon that she could walk through the fire unharmed to do away with his son.

 

The wicked aunt agreed to the evil desires of his brother and entered the fire with her nephew Prahlad.

 

However, the brother and sister had forgotten that Holika could only enter the fire alone or she would perish.

 

Thus, blessed by Lord Vishnu, the child Prahlad remained unharmed but Holika got burnt and died instantly.

 

Holi is thus celebrated to commemorate the death of the evil aunt, after whom the festival is named, and the new life granted to Prahlad for his devotion and faith.

 

To this day, cow dung is hurled into the fire and obscenities are shouted at the Holi fire at some places to insult Holika.

 

Cheers,

 

SRK

Big Hands !!!


Big Hands!!!

Once a boy went to shop with his mother.

 The shop keeper looked at the small cute child and showed him a bottle with sweets and said, “Dear Child. You can take the sweets… but the child didn’t take.

The shop keeper was surprised.. Such a small child he is and why is he not taking the sweets from the bottle.

Again he said take the sweets…. now mother also heard that and said.. Beta take the sweets..

 Yet he didn’t take…

 The shopkeeper seeing the child not taking the sweets… he himself took the sweets and gave to the child……

The child was happy to get two hands full of sweets ….

 When returned to home Mother asked child…

 Why didn’t you take the sweets… when shop keeper told you to take…

 Can you guess the response:-

 Child replies… Mom! My hands are very small and if I take the sweets I can only take few. But now you see when uncle gave with his big hands….

 How many more sweets I got!

 Moral:

 When we take we may get little but when God gives… He gives us more beyond our expectations…. more than what we can hold………………….

We should ask to God rather individuals as he is the one who has given to every one with his power.

Cheers,

SRK