Monday, June 10, 2013

Pig’s flat nose

Once upon a time, the pigs looked similar to the dogs and ate grass like the goats. They were very arrogant and their grunt could be heard miles around. The animals found it difficult to sleep at night due to the grunts.  A piglet named Onk was very fond of laying a bet with the other animals and often won the wager but he was very silly. The other animals wanted to teach the pigs a lesson for disturbing their peaceful night came up with a plan.

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Elephant’s tales - A real story

I met this lady who had come to see me one Sunday. We talked about her life since she had left her native village in Tashigang and got settled with a Lhotsampa husband too far away from her home. She shared her experience about her encounter with wild elephants that wanders into the southern villages in search of food during the summer and autumn season especially when the paddy is ripe. Hearing her encounter with elephants gave me shivers and made my hair stand on its end. Here is an incident shared to me.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

The boy and the fox

A poor boy lived with his parents. They were so poor that they never had enough to eat the next meal. One day the father thought of a plan to work on their field and earn some money. He called his son and said, “son it is not wise to live as we are doing and I have decided that you will go and dig our small plot of land at the edge of the forest”. 

Thursday, September 8, 2011

The stingy man

(The story was narrated to us by a marvelous Canadian story teller and a writer, Joanne LeBlanc-Haley. ) 

Once there was a farmer who had all regular kinds of animals on his farm. Among his animals was a very special rooster.
One day the animals were all looking for their food and the rooster too was looking for something to eat and was pecking around when he found a silver dollar.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Lunar eclipse – the myth

When I was a child I was always scared by the sudden darkening of the full moon and dread feeling it brought along with the pitch black darkness. I would drag along my mother’s kira-end along with my other siblings as she chanted “Om oh hung baza guru padme sedhi hung” and we would repeat in chorus till the moon came up again. Our neighbours and some elder children in the neighbourhood would beat the drums and whistle making a hell lot of noise.