Final Judgement!!!


Ramayana Reloaded!!!

 

Vikrama Simhapuri (presently Nellore town) was part of Vijaya Nagar Empire under the rule of Sri Krishna Deva Rayalu.

This place was famous for wicked and cunning women. These women with their uncommon intelligence added to their beauty and appeal used to defeat scholars and experts to transform as their domestic slaves and servants.

A prostitute Kanchana Mala among them was too notorious in this regard.

In the name of satisfying Ramayana recital, she framed twisty and wicked rules, which made all the competitors lose in their ‘battle’ against the woman.

The lady’s “reputation” along with her condition filled Ramayana recital issue spread all over the region and no one was dared to step into her house to compete with her.

In case any one ventured, lured by the stunning beauty of Kanchana Mala they too were definite to lose and become either a slave or a servant to her.

One day, Ramalinga visited Vikrama Simhapuri on his personal accomplishments.

Completing his job, he sat with some scholars, reputed persons of the locality, and enquired about the happenings and specialities of the town.

The gathering in a synchronised tone explained Ramalinga about Kanchana Mala and her urge for satisfactory recital of Ramayana epic.

One of the associates there said that, “it was her celestial beauty and the quantity of reward that was driving scholars to her, who are finally seen serving her losing the competition.”

One of the senior and aged poet of the region told Tenali Ramalinga cursing her, “she is not at all a woman, and she is wicked of the wicked. It is you, the right person, to defeat and smash her proudness.”

He continued, “You should teach her a right lesson and release all the scholars suffering in her service.”

Ramalinga thought, ‘Oh! Kanchana Mala is that highly impious.’ He said to the persons around him, “That being the case, I should definitely compete with her…by the way…what is the test she is winning on?” he questioned.

One of them explained that she demands the competitor to recite Ramayana and satisfy her.

Every time she says the recital was not satisfactory and orders the competitor to become her slave.” “Poor fellows, what they can do?

The condition of the test was to take out a word ‘satisfied’ from her after the performance.”

“Enough! It is alright!” Ramalinga told all of them, “She just needs to be satisfied with a Ramayana concert, I will do it.

One of you keep her informed about my willingness to satisfy her” Ramalinga said and headed towards his accommodation.

Not one, but all of them got up to inform Kanchana Mala about Ramalinga’s compliance to recite Ramayana at her residence thinking, ‘Yes! Now the time has come for breaking her.’

Ramalinga, in the evening attired in a disguise went to Kanchana Mala’s residence. “Welcome! Hearty Welcome! O learned man, Welcome” Kanchana Mala invited him.

He told Mala, “I have come to recite Ramayana as if it is happening in front of your eyes.”

“That was good. Then, are you aware of the reward and punishments?” Mala questioned.

“I am aware of those Kanchana Mala! I have a request…” paused Ramalinga.

 “Please tell me Sir” Mala immediately responded, “Before I complete the total recital you should not say anything.

You should do what ever I say as part of the presentation.

After I complete the narration you can reward me if you are ‘satisfied’ or punish otherwise” Ramalinga sarcastically stated.

She agreed to it and the story began.

Ramalinga started with the birth of Rama, Lakshmana, Bharatha, and Sathrughna.

It continued with Rama Lakshmana accompanying with Sage Vishwamithra to protect the celestial sacrifice, killing Thataka, releasing Ahalya from curse, Rama’s marriage with Seetha breaking Lord Shiva’s bow, and Rama’s migration to forests along with Seetha and Lakshmana on stepmother Kaika’s wish.

Ramalinga was narrating the episodes with an excellent expression and mannerism in a right modulation.

Nowhere, Kanchana Mala looked to be satisfied as she was commenting ‘You are not satisfying me.’

He advanced with the story narration about Ravanasura kidnapping Seetha, Rama killing Vali, deploying Hanuman to Lanka with the assistance of Sugreeva.

Again Mala screamed, “I am not satisfied with your performance.”

Controlling himself from exploding with anger, Ramalinga convinced her “Kanchana Mala! You are telling me that you are not satisfied with my performance.

However, this would be the best of performance on earth. OK. Let us leave that.

Now get ready, you will witness Ramayana happening in front of you.”

“Hehehehe…yeah please continue, I am in fact waiting for that,” she said.

Ramalinga jumped on to her selectively decorated cot and said, “This is how Hanuman jumped on to the Peak of Mahendra Mountain.”

 Standing erect on the bed he took another flight and landed on another cot, “Like this Hanuma jumped on to another mountain’s peak.”

From there he jumped close to Kanchana Mala and started throwing powerful fists on her back, “this was how Hanuman hit Lankini, who blocked his way from entering Lanka.”

Mala started shouting to the top of her voice, “Oh God! Mother! This man is killing me.”

Ramalinga in a commanding tone, “I told you not to hinder me in the middle. Now shut your mouth, Listen completely…” jumping like an ape, Ramalinga took out a lighted wisp hanging from the wall.

 “Hanuman returning from the Ashoka garden after visiting Seetha started torching Lanka and its men like this…” he gave fire to Mala’s clothes and ignited almost all the clothes and inflammables in the house.

While Mala was attempting to extinguish fire on her clothes, Ramalinga repeated beating her all over stating that was how Hanuman thumped the demons in Lanka.

Mala other than shouting loudly and protecting her from the fire could not do anything.

Few seconds later, after lighting all the household material, Ramalinga coolly went to the backyard stood near the well, “this is how Hanuman put out the fire set to his tail by the demons” and started taking bath drawing water from the well.

Looking at the house in fire, Kanchana Mala went astray and ran out of the house like a mad woman.

Ramalinga’s sarcastic comments irked her further more, “Who else can narrate Ramayana so lively Kanchana Mala, did you enjoy that?”

Cursing, yelling, screaming Kanchana Mala said, “fraud, cheat, he said he will recite Ramayana for me and set the house on fire.”

With disturbed clothes and hair, she ran to he local Court of Law and approached the judge.

She sought justice from the judge explaining the whole episode.

 Meanwhile, Ramalinga reached there without any tension appearing on his face.

The Judge questioned Ramalinga, “What is your answer to her allegations?”

Ramalinga folded hands at the Judge and appealed, “Your Majesty! I do not bear any fault with me. It was she, who wished to witness a lively Ramayana recital to her ‘satisfaction’.”

Describing all the past and present deeds of Kanchana Mala, Ramalinga said, “Mr Justice! I believe I am not at fault. In case the honourable court finds any, I am ready to take the punishment.”

The Judge understood that it was the wicked and proud nature of Kanchana Mala, which brought her to this turn of life.

He scolded her for cheating and humiliating scholars and learned persons in the name of Ramayana recital and rewards.

The judgement made it clear that Ramalinga did not have any fault to punish and freed him.

In addition to this, the verdict released all the learned men who were serving her as servants and slaves.

Ramalinga received all the appreciations from the people of the town.

Urs,

 SRK

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Mahabharat of Mohammedans!!!


Mahabharat of Mohammedans!!!

 

Today we will see a fantastic incident happened in Delhi which proves our Comic King’s sharp intelligence and timing sense. Really awesome…

Mohammedans ruled parts of the sub-continent with Delhi as their capital for over two centuries. Few of the Mohammedan rulers maintained patience towards Hindu rituals and maintained communal harmony encouraging Hindu scholars and prophets.

Delhi was in Adil Shah’s rule concurrently while Sri Krishna Deva Rayalu was ruling Vijaya Nagar. A war broke out between the two kingdoms for supremacy over one another.

At one stage, both the rulers felt there was a need to establish peace in the region. Adil Shah invited Rayalu to Delhi for finalizing the peace treaty.

Hoping to utilize the opportunity to establish a cordial relation between the two empires, Rayalu headed for Delhi with a big team comprising of poets, dancers, scholars and others.

At Delhi, Adil Shah gave red carpet welcome to Rayalu. During the pleasant rounds of discussions, Adil Shah urged the scholars and poets from the Rayalu band to recite some sequences from the epic Mahabharat.

The visitors recited several sequences to please the Delhi Sultan. It was then that trouble shot up for the Vijaya Nagar ruler.

Adil Shah expressed his wish and requested Rayalu to make his men rewrite the Mahabharat portraying him and his friends as Pandavas and his rivals as Kauravas.

The total visiting team was shocked to hear the Sultan. They somehow managed to close the day’s meeting immediately.

Rayalu was worried about the development. He called for an emergency meeting with the learned persons of his team. In the meeting, he sought suggestions from them to avert the problem.

Everyone started scratching their heads to find an amicable solution. None could come out with any concrete proposal. After watching all this, suddenly Ramalinga raised and put his proposal before Rayalu.

He said, “My Lord! I think there is not much for you or us to get so much worried and burdened about the Delhi Sultan’s wish about Mahabharat.

You please leave the problem onto my shoulders and have a relaxed sleep. I will solve the problem without any problem.” The King Rayalu had his own doubts about the safety of the kingdom and its people.

“Ramalinga…” Rayalu said, “…I am aware that you are a genius. However, it is not a common situation. Dealing with the Delhi Sultan is not an easy job.

It is similar to fete on the edge of a sword. You should be very careful!” He was worried that if the problem was not dealt properly, there was a chance that Delhi Sultan might declare a war on Vijaya Nagar.

Ramalinga was stiff to his argument and assured everyone to leave the matter to him. The big heads of the meeting could not comprehend how Ramalinga was confident that he could solve this ‘so easily!’ Anyway, they told each other, as we could not come out with any proposal for the solution, let him handle this.

The meeting finally nominated Ramalinga to take care of the situation.

Next morning, the court was packed with both the rulers and their henchmen. Adil Shah recalled his wish about re-composing of the Mahabharata. Ramalinga rose from his seat and saluted the Sultan.

“Huzoor! All of our poets are into the job assigned by your majesty’s wish. However, every one of us is stuck at one specific issue. It is not proper for us to discuss the subject in the court.

If you can kindly permit me, I wish to present the poking issue before you in private.”

Adil Shah thought that there should really be some problem and consented for the one-on-one meeting with Ramalinga in a separate room.

Ramalinga folding hands and presenting all respects to the Sultan in his words started,

“Your Highness! You are the king of kings! It was our pleasure to know about your inclination about our epics like Mahabharata.

The poets and scholars started re-composing the whole epic, in accordance to your majesty’s wish. You are being portrayed as Dharmaraja, eldest of Pandavas and your friends as Bheema, Arjuna, Nakula and Sahadeva.”

Ramalinga paused a second and continued, “This is where we had to scratch our brains…” However he was not forth coming with the problem. Adil Shah waited and when it was clear that he has to get it out of Ramalinga he ordered, “What is the problem? Tell me clearly and quickly.”

“You are aware Huzoor! That Pandavas are five. All the five were married to Draupadi and were sharing her equally…” Ramalinga stressed, “We are unable to portray your image as Dharmaraja in this regard, thinking about the prestige of the King of Kings….”

Long before Ramalinga could complete, Adil Shah hastened to say, “Stop this nonsense now. I cannot take this anymore. Stop rewriting Mahabharata immediately. I can never accept this.”

Ramalinga tried to say… “Huzoor! We started to work as per your wish…now, how can we turn away from the word given to you by us…we…”

“Look Poet!” Adil Shah raised his voice, “you should drop the Mahabharat topic as of now if you wish the friendship and co-operation between the two kingdoms to last long. Is that clear” and walked off the room.

Ramalinga bubbling with joy returned to his King Rayalu and his bandwagon of delegation and explained the whole sequence.

Everyone including Rayalu appreciated the sharp intelligence and presence of mind Ramalinga had in solving the toughest problem just like that!

When compared with this problem does the problems that we face in our day to day life are really tough?

Have to think …

Urs,

SRK

 

 

 

 

Its U!!!


You are the Boss!!!

One day all the employees reached the office and they saw a big advice on the door on which it was written:

‘Yesterday the person who has been hindering your growth in this company passed away. We invite you to join the funeral in the room that has been prepared in the gym’.

In the beginning, they all got sad for the death of one of their colleagues, but after a while they started getting curious to know who was that man who hindered the growth of his colleagues and the company itself.

The more people reached the coffin, the more the excitement heated up. Everyone thought: ‘Who is this guy who was hindering my progress? Well, at least he died!’.

One by one the thrilled employees got closer to the coffin, and when they looked inside it they suddenly became speechless.

They stood nearby the coffin, shocked and in silence, as if someone had touched the deepest part of their soul.

There was a mirror inside the coffin: everyone who looked inside it could see himself.
There was also a sign next to the mirror that said:

‘There is only one person who is capable to set limits to your growth: it is YOU.

You are the only person who can revolutionize your life. You are the only person who can influence your happiness, your realization and your success.

You are the only person who can help yourself.

Your life does not change when your boss changes, when your friends change, when your parents change, when your partner changes, when your company changes.

Your life changes when YOU change, when you go beyond your limiting beliefs, when you realize that you are the only one responsible for your life.

‘The most important relationship you can have is the one you have with yourself’

Examine yourself, watch yourself. Don’t be afraid of difficulties, impossibilities and losses: Be a winner, build yourself and your reality.

It’s the way you face Life that makes the difference.

Urs,

SRK

 

Shake & Break!!!


POOR EARTH QUAKE GOD!!!

 

Once on an island far, far to the east—or maybe to the west—there were three brothers.

 

In those days, everyone on that island lived in caves. But the three brothers were not happy about it.

 

“Why must we live in a cave?” the oldest asked their mother.

 

“It is because of the Earthquake God,” she told them.

 

“If we built a house, he would come to wreck it.”

 

“What if we built a house he couldn’t wreck?” said the middle brother.

 

“No one knows how,” said their mother.

 

“Then we should try and find out,” said the youngest.

 

The brothers all agreed they should build such a house, but they could not agree how.

 

So each set off to the valley to build one of his own.

 

The oldest brother built his house from stone and mortar.

 

He told himself, “It is as strong as a mountain.”

 

The middle brother built his house from wood and pegs.

 

He said, “It is as strong as a tree.”

 

The youngest brother built his house from bamboo and cord.

 

He said, “It is as strong as the grass.”

 

One day, the Earthquake God came down the mountain.

 

On legs like pillars, he strode up to the oldest brother’s house of stone.

 

“So!” he said. “They try to build houses, do they?”

 

The Earthquake God stamped his feet.

 

And as he stamped, he shouted, “EARTH SHAKE!  HOUSE BREAK!”

 

The earth shook and the house shivered.

 

The mortar cracked and the stones fell down.

 

The Earthquake God laughed.

 

Somehow, the oldest brother got out safely and ran to his brother’s house of wood.

 

But it was not long before the Earthquake God arrived.

 

“Another one! Well, this one won’t last any longer.”

 

He stamped his feet and shouted, “EARTH SHAKE!  HOUSE BREAK!”

 

The earth shook and the house shuddered.

 

The pegs snapped and the walls leaned over.

 

The Earthquake God laughed.

 

The two brothers got out quickly and ran to their brother’s house of bamboo.

 

But soon the Earthquake God arrived there too.

 

“Still another! But this one looks weakest of all!”

 

He stamped and shouted, “EARTH SHAKE! HOUSE BREAK!”

 

The earth shook and the house swayed.

 

The cord strained and the bamboo wobbled—but then it sprang back straight!

 

The Earthquake God frowned.

 

He stamped harder, then harder still.

 

But nothing he did could wreck the bamboo house.

 

At last, in a fury, he stamped back up the mountain.

 

The brothers were happy to see him go.

 

But the oldest asked the youngest, “Why did your house stand when ours did not?” And the middle brother said, “Yes, why?”

 

The youngest brother answered, “You tried to make your houses stronger than the Earthquake God. But I made mine weaker. Whatever bends does not break.”

 

And that is why, forever after, everyone on that island built their houses from bamboo.

 

Poor Earthquake God!

 

Does this story remind you of another one you know? If so, how is this one different?

 

Cheers,

 

SRK

Help! Harini! Help!


The Great Help !!!

 

“Harini!” said her mom. “Can’t you be more of a help?”

 

“I was trying!” said Harini.

 

She went to her room and slammed the door. She played with her toys.

 

“Help! Harini! Help!”

 

It was her mom! “I’m coming,” Harini yelled.

 

Two bad guys were carrying her mom away!

 

Harini ran after them down the street.

 

“Look out!” said one. “That kid is chasing us!”

 

“Let’s get out of here fast,” said the other.

 

They stuffed her mom in a car and drove off.

 

“Help! Harini! Help!”

 

Harini got in another car and raced after them.

 

They stopped at an airport and headed for a plane.

 

Harini was right behind them.

 

“Drop my mom!” Harini yelled. “RIGHT NOW!”

 

The bad guys dropped her mom and ran off.

 

But something swooped down.

 

A giant bird! It picked up her mom and flew away!

 

“Help! Harini! Help!”

 

Harini got in the plane and took off after the bird.

 

She flew right above it and climbed down a rope.

 

But the bird dropped her mom!

 

“Help! Harini! Help!”

 

Harini got back in the plane and flew a loop-de-loop-de-loop.

 

Her mom landed on top. “Hold on!” Harini yelled.

 

But the wind blew her off!

 

“Help! Harini! H-e-l-l-l-l-p!”

 

Harini jumped from the plane.

 

They landed in a river. SPLASH! But a waterfall was just ahead!

 

“Help! Blub. Harini! Blub. Help!”

 

Harini grabbed her mom in time and started for shore.

 

But a giant serpent rose from the water. It opened its mouth!

 

“Help! Harini! EEEEEEEEEEK!”

 

The serpent swallowed them!

 

On the way down, Harini tickled its throat.

 

The serpent coughed, and they flew through the air.

 

They passed over the town.

 

They landed in their own backyard.

 

“Harini!” said her mom. “You’re such a great big HELP!”

 

Cheers,

 

SRK