Update for fortnight ended 14 August 2014
Kanha was a playful child. He was always playing outside his house and had to be reprimanded by his mother, Yashomati, a couple of times a day, at least for his naughtiness. His mother’s heart would melt after the scolding, given his chubbiness and endearing smile and excuses galore. It was a relatively dry August when the cowherds hailed out to little Kanha to join them in a game of throwball on the banks of the Yamuna. The river was in spate given the heavy rains that pounded the Himachal ranges, near the source of the river and some of the check-dams and barrages had overflowed. But this was not the main reason why people stayed away from the river this season. It was believed that poisonous serpents had occupied the river and threatened anyone who dared to go close to the river. This is why the cowherds chose the floodplains on this dry August to play their favourite game. Kanha followed them like a cow would follow its cowherd and positioned himself under a large parijat tree. The earth below the tree was carpeted by the pretty, dainty white flowers with their distinctive orange stems. The young adults and children played – throwing up in the air as high as they could and would want the other to catch it without dropping it. And when a ball came flying at down at Kanha, he for a moment lost concentration and the ball bounced off his forehead and rolled out. Kanha quickly turned towards the runaway ball and hailed by the cowherds, ran after it. It rolled away till it was perched precariously between the delicate blades of the “kusha” grass on the banks of the river. Kanha reached out to the ball as he ran towards it and in his haste, tripped on a stone and fell headlong into the grassy foliage, but only after dislodging the ball which rolled out and into the river in spate. Now Kanha’s sole aim was to retrieve the ball, lest the cowherds scold him and never let him play again with them, so he jumped into the water to the horror of his playmates. Initially they could not utter a word as they were horrified to see little Kanha being swallowed into the gushing waters of the Yamuna. But their fear only deepened, as they were petrified to follow suit and try and save the little boy, lest they be poisoned and killed by the serpents of the river. They yelled for Kanha to swim back ashore, but the water was no match for him, as the current sucked him into the middle of the river and before he knew it, he was within the tight grasp of a large serpent. Kanha wrestled the coiling snake and every time he let himself loose, he was being dragged deeper into the river. Strangely, he noticed that the river was calmer as he got deeper into it and saw that the snake was a large with a hood that looked like a large fan. And the hood had many heads with a central head larger than the rest. No wonder everyone believed that there were serpents in the river, though it was just a many headed serpent of serpents, the Kaliya. He had to escape, he was worried that his friends would be in distress if his mother was to know of this. So with all his might he swam upwards and before the serpent realized, the young boy’s folded fist had smacked the serpent between its eyes in the middle of central head. The snake was disoriented and that is when he thrust himself further towards the surface and with one kick on the same spot between the serpent’s eyes, he emerged onto the water surface. The snake was knocked out and as it slithered to the bottom of the river, Kanha grabbed it by the tail and flung it over his head a couple of times, before tossing it into the water. The now defeated snake floated as Kanha gingerly took position over the snake’s head, still not letting go of the tail and did what looked like a victory dance. The floating snake and the dancing child atop it hailed quite a few catcalls and yells of victory from the banks, as a few courageous cowherds dived in and pulled out the dead serpent and the grinning Kanha. Before Kanha could even react, he was perched atop the shoulders of Maakhan, the tallest cowherd and everyone forgot the ball and instead headed back to the safety of their village. They had a story to tell all the dwellers of this riverside hamlet. But Kanha was worried – how would he confront Yashomati.
The D Street Boyz were preparing for the festival season to begin. The first off the block was to be the Blue God’s birth. They prepared D Street for the birth celebrations and in their playfulness (in keeping with the Blue God’s playful character), tossed the SENSEX upwards and high off , but in the bargain, also dropped it to fall away. And it fell to as low as 25257 on 8 August. But the Boyz put on a fight with their demons on the street and fighting it hard, they retrieved the fallen SENSEX to finally bring it back up to its lofty height of 26103 on 14 August.
What happened to Kanha when he got home was a different story. Yashomati was cross and almost slapped the little boy and his friends for playing so dangerously close to the river. But when she heard of the slaying of the Kaliya serpent – she was relieved that boy not only saved himself, but also the village, as the dry spell deprived the village denizens from regular water sully and with the river out of bounds, the rest of the grain growing season would have been difficult. But now, she too rejoiced with the villagers and decided to not only forgive Kanha and his friends, but also make their favourite Kheer (a milk pudding thickened with rice).
Happy Gokulashtami and Happy New Year to all my Parsi readers…… and have a great festival month ahead……