Offering a funny folktale for kids – THE MONKEY BRIDE! This hilarious bedtime story for kids is based on a tale from Jharkhand, India. Do read this free funny story online on my blog and share it if you like. Enjoy
Indian English is quickly carving its own space in the world. The tone, accent, colloquialisms, vocabulary, sentence construction, and variations are slowly being accepted rather than laughed at. Various localization projects worldwide treat Indian English separate from British, American, or Australian English, and …that’s a relief!
Because since long, we Indians have been so self-conscious and focused on using the English language correctly, that we have hardly been able to express ourselves at all. We have stayed segmented and almost mum in many ways.
It has been like always pretending to be someone else – a caricature of something we believed to be ‘grand’. But now, Indian English is finding its own footing. We no longer need to blush with shame for using the Queen’s English in Indian style. The self-consciousness in using English is lessening as we personalise and Indianise English. Indian English is now spoken by 125 million people and it is high time the language gets its own stature and dignity.
In my home, here in America, the boys often notice my English and ask about my ‘different’ pronunciation. They find my English accent strange and dissimilar from their American way of talking. I say, “I have studied British English, so, my English is a little bit different from yours.” Actually, my English is ‘very’ different from theirs, it is full of Indian words and Indian ways of sentence construction. It is decidedly Indian English!
A few days back, the word ‘opportunity’, gave me the opportunity to talk to my kids on the subject of different types of English. I was reading a book and when I said – ‘OP-POR-CHUNITY,’ I had their attention.
“But Mumma, it is ‘aa-pr-too-nuh-tee,” the little one said.
“But Mumma, in British English, “it is op-uh-tyoo-nuh-tee’. You spoke it differently.” The older one said.
And I found myself saying – I speak Indian English, you know! A few years back, I would not have done so because nothing was clear-cut then. Indian English had no properly defined presence at that time.
It is now time, that Indian English gets properly defined guidelines of its own. This does not mean – distorting or meddling with the original beautiful, flexible language. This means, using the language as an Indian rather than being an Indian and using it as a foreigner. English has the rare flexibility and ability to adapt, that’s why it has survived and thrived for so long. It should be used for our advantage rather than being overwhelmed by it.
By giving dignity and support to Indian English, we will have a new generation of confident kids who would not feel conscious in speaking English, in Indian style.
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Under a leafless apple tree, sat a little girl named Shrivi. She wore loose, worn-out clothes and torn footwear that barely had soles on them. Her small bare hands looked frost-bitten and she tucked them often under her armpits. Her face looked red and her eyes had a vacant stare as she took in her snow-filled surrounding.
Her stomach growled and she realized she had not eaten since the past two days except a half leftover chapati. For the thousandth time, she wished her father returned from the town where he had gone to sell carpets. He had promised to return within a month with money, food, and clothes. But he didn’t, and they were starving. Her mother was sick, they had no food and perhaps, her father was in trouble.
A tear trickled down her cheek as she remembered her resolve to pick twigs and buy food early that morning. They needed food and oil in their lamp as it was frightening to stay in the dark every night. But unfortunately, it was afternoon and she hadn’t found twigs because of a sudden snowstorm.
The world looked dark and hopeless.
A gentle tap on the shoulders aroused her from reverie. A tall middle-aged man in a flowing brown beard stood there holding the reins of a handsome brown stallion. What did he want?
“Hello,” he said gently. “Will you please help me?” he asked. Shrivi looked at him with strange eyes. How could she help someone when she herself needed help?
“My horse needs water and rest. Where is your home? Can I stay there for a while? I have a long journey to go and I will leave as soon as the biggest and brightest star in the sky will be visible,” he said politely.
Shrivi reluctantly got up and asked him to follow her. While walking, Shrivi felt bad. She didn’t want the guest to see her poverty and her poor, sick mother but it would be rude to deny help. She was also ashamed that she had no food to offer to the stranger according to the village tradition. In there village, any traveler looking for help, was welcomed as God himself.
“Tell me, little girl, what are you grateful for?” asked the stranger, all of a sudden, while walking towards her hut.
“How can I be grateful; when I have nothing?” said the girl.
“Well, it’s a game I play with children – The Gratitude Game. Come on, make an effort, just find any reason… even a bad reason to be grateful would be wonderful,” he said.
Shrivi thought for a moment and said, “Well, I am grateful for my legs as I can walk…”
“That’s great, isn’t it?” he said.
The stranger coaxed her on and little by little, she found many other reasons to be grateful for on her way back home – her eyes, arms, her mother, the tree by her hut, her pet hare, mother Earth, the sky…
Lo and behold… she didn’t know how, but by the time she reached her hut, it felt like Summertime. Everything looked magical. The tree and the ground by her house were filled with berries while the sun shone brightly.
Filling her mouth with berries and offering some to the stranger, she laughed and asked – “What miracle did you do?”
“I didn’t do anything. You did it!” said the strange stranger.
She picked up berries for her mother too and invited the guest inside the hut.
When they entered the dilapidated hut, Shrivi’s frail sick mother was startled. “Mother, I have brought a special guest. You know he is a miracle man. He and his horse need rest till the evening. He is on his way to meet the holy ‘King of Kings’, being led by the biggest star in the sky.”
Shrivi’s mother hid her anxious emotions and mustered energies to get up and welcome the guest. He looked so grand, dignified, and resplendent while she felt ashamed of her poverty and the humble hut. What would she offer him? She was relieved to see that Shrivi had picked up plenty of berries.
But the guest looked perfectly at home as he rested on the mat which she spread on the floor. Crushing the berries, she made juice for herself and their guest while Shrivi went outside to give water to his horse.
“Thank you for helping me out. In return for your hospitality, I would like to give you something,” said the stranger after a while.
“You are welcome, Sir. But we do not take gifts from our guests. Thank you for the offering.” the lady said politely.
“Well, it’s not riches or money. But just a lesson. Will you accept it?” The lady nodded reluctantly.
“Well, first tell me one thing – What are you grateful for?” he asked.
“There is nothing to be grateful for,” the lady said, shocked almost angry. She felt it was impolite to ask a poor woman to be grateful when she was suffering so much.
“Believe me, any small thing to be grateful about would work to begin your lesson.” the guest insisted.
The lady thought and thought. But only her trouble, sorrow, and poverty came into her mind. What could she be grateful for when everything looked so dark. Everyone in the whole world was better off than them. What had happened to her husband? Why was God so cruel to them? And then the image of a little girl came into her mind and her perception shifted. “I am grateful for Shrivi,” she whispered.
The wise man coaxed on and the lady found several other little things to be grateful about – the hut, her neighbors, the berries… While talking about those little things, she smiled. This caused a ripple effect in the universe – her universe. She realized, she was feeling quite good and her fever was gone. She felt energetic enough to begin work on an old carpet.
“What miracle did you do?” she asked. “I didn’t do anything. You did it,” he smiled.
When the biggest star was visible in the sky that evening, the magical guest took leave to continue his journey towards the ‘holy infant’. “Thank you for helping me. I bless you both with the gift of the highest and noblest of all emotions – the feeling of gratitude. That emotion is the very fountain of fulfillment and joy,” the wise man said before leaving.
There was something about that wise man’s lesson that changed the lives of Shrivi and her mother. Every day, they began to follow that simple method of gratitude and things began to look good. Her mother found work with a decent income, and some sheep, within a few days their living conditions became better.
And on one glorious night, when a luminous baby was born on a different side of the Earth, someone came knocking at their hut.
At last, Shrivi’s father had returned with riches, food, and clothes. It was a joyous reunion for the family. That night, as they shared their respective experiences and adventures, one particular story stood out – Shrivi’s story of the magical guest, who was following the biggest star in the sky.
(I hope you liked this gift. If you will ask me – what makes me grateful? I will say I’m grateful to you, my reader for your presence here. Here is wishing you a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. May you get many reasons to be grateful every day of 2021.)
Trick or treat!!! Offering my latest funny witch book for children in print and digital versions! This free eBook offer runs on Witch Hua Hukka’s Silly Tooth is valid only till Halloween night so grab your copy fast for your kiddo from Amazon (US) and Amazon.in (India).
Why should you buy this book – This funny rhyming treat is an amazing bedtime book — sure to delight even the youngest reader! Check out the panels for a glimpse of this Halloween book –
The Story – Witch Hua Hukka has one silly tooth that makes her look weird in her fashion photoshoot. At the Cat photographer’s suggestion, she decides to get rid of it.
But even after trying clever tricks, the tooth does not come out. Hua Hukka feels dejected, but all is not lost! Several surprising incidents are in store for the witch that will make her happy again. But will she succeed in getting rid of the stubborn tooth? Find out more in the book…
Let’s celebrate this fun day of ghosts, ghouls, vampires and witches in our own safe way and not let Coronavirus restrictions dampen our ‘spirit’. Witch Hua Hukka’s Silly Tooth is sure to make you and your child smile as well as enjoy the fun day.
Go on, download and please do leave a review, it will pull my book up on Amazon. Thank you Halloweeneers….
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Have you ever eavesdropped on chats between a kid and Google Home or Alexa? Well, it is funny how smart home devices mix up things.
When the kids came down for breakfast this morning, they were pleasantly surprised to find a holiday toy list booklet on the table.
Looking at the pleasure in their eyes, I said – “Maybe Santa has placed it on the table, considering, you two have been very nice boys.” The older one played along but the little one expressed his wish for a fancy toy to ask from Santa this Christmas.
The older one forbid the little one to not go for expensive toys. The little one complained, “Why can’t I ask for expensive toys?”.
“It might be expensive for Santa as he has to deliver a lot of gifts. He might not have so much money. Elves make toys for him to deliver!”, reasoned big bro.
The little one came running to me. “Is Santa rich? How much does he earn?” he asked me.
“I don’t know how much Santa earns!” I replied.
He turned to Mrs. Google Home, his favorite machine, who patiently answers his unlimited questions.
“Hey Google, does Santa have enough money? Will it be difficult for him if I wish for expensive toys? How much does he earn?” asked the little one.
Well, Mrs. Google, answered readily, quoting from a random site – “Freelance Santas typically rake in $150 an hour and some make as much as $500.”
“See!” said the little one victoriously to big bro, “Santa makes enough money. He is rich!”
I silently laughed at the question and the answer by Mrs. Google. While Mrs. Google is a great in telling answers, stories and informing about great things, she clearly has a lot to learn!
(Note – A Big Halloween Surprise is Coming Up. So, do subscribe and keep an eye on this space to grab the freebie.)
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A big thank you to all those who have downloaded my eBook! Happy’s Hairy Tale was at No #7 in the free Dog book category this morning. It is currently running at No #14. I am very grateful to my readers. Your support makes me inspired to write more funny and motivational books for our kids.
If you haven’t already, do go over to this link to avail this limited time free eBook offer! Thanks a ton!
Finally, here is my fourth book (Print as well as Free eBook Version) – ‘Happy’s Hairy Tale – The Corona Cut’. The book will be available free for a limited time only from Oct 8 – Oct 11 on Amazon.com – (https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08KHL8SHT) and Amazon.in (https://www.amazon.in/dp/B08KHL8SHT).
Please download the ebook (only ebook version is free) and do leave a review if it connects with your kids. Also, share it with others if you find it good.
About the Book: Happy, the handsome dog, loves his fancy hairstyle and hates any kind of change in life. But then, Coronavirus happens, and life changes in many ways. Happy’s favorite dog parlor shuts due to the pandemic lockdown, making him anxious about his locks.
Worse still, his Dad suddenly decides to cut his hair at home! Happy thinks the experiment will fail and he resists the change. What will happen to Happy’s amazing hair? Will his friends laugh at his Corona Cut? This delightful and humorous tale is all about adapting to the ‘new normal’.
Message: This funny dog book encourages children to accept change and find good things in new situations. The book will help kids connect to the current world scenario and help them realize – change brings opportunity! It is an inspiring and humorous bedtime read for kids between 5 – 10 years old.
The book will help raise positive kids who would learn to embrace sudden change in life.
Check out the print version as well which is priced at $6.49 – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08KQBYRDZ (US only). Your feedback is extremely important and very welcome. Thanks again for being a great support!
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My Dear Human,
Bow-wow! This is to inform you that my important book is going to be published soon on Amazon. It’s called Happy’s Hairy Tale – The Corona Cut.
I am the main character and it is my story of dealing with changes in my life due to the Coronavirus.
It will be published in both print as well as ebook version. And the good news is – the ebook version will be Free, Free, Free for a limited number of days. Do not forget to download a copy and leave a review, it will help the mom a lot.
Kids in my neighborhood adore me and are waiting for my book. I am sure your child will love my book too.
So, follow this blog and wait for the second announcement that will follow.
I am delighted to share a little about my upcoming children’s ebook – Happy’s Hairy Tale – The Corona Cut.
This funny dog book encourages children to accept change and find good things in new situations. The book will help kids connect to the current world scenario and help them realize – change brings opportunity! It is an inspiring and funny bedtime read for kids between 5 – 10 years old.
Blurb – Happy, the dog, loves his fancy hairstyle and hates any kind of change in life. But then, Coronavirus happens, and life changes in many ways. Happy’s favorite dog parlor closes due to the pandemic lockdown, making him anxious about his locks.
Worse still, Dad suddenly decides to cut his hair at home! Happy thinks the experiment will fail and he resists the change. What will happen to Happy’s amazing hair? Will his friends laugh at his Corona Cut? This delightful tale is all about adapting to the ‘new normal’.
I am sure it will inspire and entertain the little readers. My kids are excited about the book since it is based on Happy, our dog. I hope to release it soon on my Amazon Author Central Page. I will need your support and best wishes.
As severe thunderstorms moved through the Twin Cities, there were damaging winds and heavy rainfall in our area. The wind whistled eerily and I remarked – “What kind of sound is that?”
“Well, that is ‘Siren Head’,” replied the little one knowingly.
“Who is Siren Head?” I asked.
And subsequently, I got some great information on the subject from the older one. Turned out this thing, a creature called Siren Head is a part of internet folklore.
The Siren Head has two sirens on his head that makes horrible sounds.
He looks really tall and skinny but he is strong.
He kills people and uses their voices.
There is another creature called Long Horse, who tries to scare you away you so that you get saved from Siren Head.
Long Horse is actually nice but he behaves oddly.
They are called urban legends by the young generation.
I googled and found that all of the information given by kids were true.
Apparently, these characters were created by a Canadian Horror artist Trevor Henderson. According to this website, Siren Head was created in 2018 and has rose to fame since then.
Now, I thought this was interesting. There have been folklores, fairy tales, book characters and now…internet folklore!!! Characters created by artists, gamers and you-tubers.
It is really great how our world is changing so quickly. We had the ‘scary legend of Murkatwa’ when we were kids and lived in a small town in India.
Murkatwa was believed to cut heads of those kids and people who ventured out during hot summer afternoons. Apparently, it was a ploy to keep kids indoor.
Siren Head and Long Horse look interesting too. And so nicely adapted from the old folklores. A salute to creativity, then and now!
Now, whenever the wind would whistle, I will remember – Well, that’s Siren Head.
Know more about the Siren Head here, if you love folklores like I do!
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Here are some cool thoughts on mummies by a five year old. The little one has read a book on Epic.com called ‘The Mummy’s Curse’ and has been telling some great stories about them.
- So, if you are buying too many toilet papers, beware of the mummy’s curse! Mummies wrap toilet paper to hide their dead faces and may get mad if they don’t find toilet papers in stores.
Did you know mummies can easily take their brains out through their noses?
Mummies live in cool triangles called pyramids and do not like to be disturbed at all. So, let them rest in peace.
Mummies eat foods like mummy soup, mummy macaroni to keep their bodies strong.
Mummies have dead pets and the dogs and cats have toilet papers wrapped around them too.
Mummies are ‘dead’ but they like to ‘live’ like that…
I keep nodding while listening to such stories. There is no logic, no fact but abundance of vivid, vibrant and wondrous imagination.
A five minute chat with a little child is all we need for magical creativity because…
“Every child is born blessed with a vivid imagination…”
The mummy stories have started again… so got to go! You all take care…
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