Assam, Folktales from India, Oral Stories from Rural India
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When a Black Dog Dies

Folktales are Oral stories that are passed down by the elders to the younger generation. For centuries, folktales have been a crucial medium for preserving cultural traditions and teaching the youth to understand the world around them.

This Folktale from Assam was told to me by a Man in Guwahati, whose house was in front of the great river Brahmaputra. I was staying at his home for not known number of days for a very strange reason but that is another mysterious story. I remember that man because of the many flutes he played each night after drinking Black Dog, his favourite Whiskey and later in the night spoke of the times gone by.

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When a Black Dog Dies- An Assamese Folk Tale

A rich land owner- a zamindar was known for his short temper. He also had a weak heart. Therefore his household had a strict criteria for interviewing servants and once selected for work, his servants were under orders that they should be very careful about how they speak to him.

Once, the landowner was visiting the city when a servant was dispatched immediately towards him with the news.

The master asked him, ‘You come from my house? How is everybody?’

‘Very well sir, said the Servant. ‘Only the black dog died.’

‘Poor thing, why did it die? It seemed quite well when I left.’

‘It died of indigestion, sir. How could it help dying when it eats so much horse meat?’

Horse meat? Where did it get horse meat?

Where else but our stables, sir.

What, did our horses die?

How could they live when there was no grooms to feed them?

Why, what happened to the grooms?

‘Only what happens to people when they starve, sir, when there is no one to pay them.’

‘What are you saying? Why were they not paid? What happened to the steward, what happened to my wife?’

‘How could they live when there is no cook to give them food?

Why what happened to the cook?

What will happen to the cook sir, he will die when the kitchen caught fire and the fire spread to the whole house and killed everyone?’

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Cover Image is of the Owner’s Black dog at his roof.

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Hi, I am Narayan Kaudinya. And i welcome you on this journey, the Road to Nara ! I am an Ethnographer and a practicing Indologist. I did my masters in History and further learnt Sanskrit, Yoga and Nerve-therapy. At 24, pushing most academic sounding, office sitting works away, i felt compelled to know and understand the world and my country, Bharat/India. I travelled, and as it happened i took up teaching in Kashmir and further up in the remote villages of Baltistan in the foothills of Karakoram Ranges. For around three years and many states later there came a time when i felt that it was only while teaching i learnt how to laugh, to see, feel, breathe, love and cry -with children, and mostly resource-less parents in the harshest-freezing border conditions. I write, and work as a documentary photographer and Filmmaker, with numerous published, exhibited and some awarded stories. In my travels and life i have let nature lead me, the divine mother, and as a Yogin, my resolve here is to share my experiences and thoughts as honestly, and through them to blossom in everyone the power and possibility in pursuing your breath, that you seek your true nature with courage and curiosity. Here, on this road i will share my spirit, my love for nature, the elements of life that are us. And in doing so, i'll be happy to see you along.

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