Written by London Swaminathan 


Date: 7 April 2018


Time uploaded in London –  18- 36 (British Summer Time)


Post No. 4892


Pictures shown here are taken from various sources such as Facebook friends, Books, Google and newspapers; thanks. Pictures may be subject to copyright laws.







Most of you know the story of the comedy- THE TAMING OF THE SHREW- written by William Shakespeare. Here is a story about an Indian shrew from the folk tales of India.


There was a king in India who had no issues. But after lot of penance and marrying many women he had some good news. One of the queens had become pregnant. He was expecting a male child so that he can appoint him as his ward in course of time. He waited for ten months and the news  came that the queen had given birth to a baby girl.


The king felt happy thinking that at least god was kind to give him a daughter. After sometime he called the royal astrologers and asked them to cast her horoscope. They did it and came out of the queen’s room with a sad face. The King asked them to give some prediction about the future of the girl. They told the king that she would be alright until she comes of age but later she would be a bad girl.

The king thought that he could mend her ways by teaching her all the good things in the world. As the years went by, she showed the signs of a bad woman. The king thought if he could get her a good husband he could change her. So he announced that he would give his kingdom to the prince who marries her. But knowing her background no-one came forward. At last a farmer came forward to marry her and promised the king that he knew the ways to change a shrew. The king knew no other way to solve the problem and so yielded to the request of the farmer.


The marriage was celebrated on a grand scale . He told the king he did not want the kingdom until she became a virtuous woman. The honey moon was arranged in a remote village at the request of the farmer. When she was ready in the bed

room, the farmer told her to come into the room properly dressed. She asked him to explain it.  He told her that it was the custom to come into the room with black charcoal paste on her face and turmeric smear all over the body and wear a garland of margosa (neem) leaves. She did it as she was instructed. This became a daily routine. Now the farmer wanted to check her whether she became a virtuous woman.


He told her that he was going to next village and would return in a few days’ time. He asked her to keep indoors. The farmer never went out of the village but himself in the barn and watched her. As soon he disappeared. she came to the gate and was watching passers-by. She asked one of them to come into the house and give her company. When the night came she told him that she would come to the bed room properly dressed. The stranger was waiting eagerly. She followed her custom as taught by her husband. She smeared black char coal paste on her face, wore a neem leaf garland and smeared turmeric all over her body. The stranger saw her and started shivering and shaking. He ran out of the house crying ‘Ghost, Ghost. it is trying to kill me’.


A big crowd gathered in front of the house inquiring what happened. All of them got the message that the woman in the house becomes a werewolf in the night and sucks the blood of the strangers. From that day, no one dared to walk that street in the night time.


The farmer who was hiding in the barn came out next day saying that his job had finished earlier than expected. He pretended as if he did not know anything. When the night arrived, she came to the bed room as usual, ‘dressed properly’. Both of them were happy. She became a mother in course of time. Slowly all the bad qualities in her disappeared. The king was very happy to hear that and the farmer’s son was appointed as the new king.

This is the Indian way of taming a shrew!






Folk Tale: Haste makes Waste


Article No. 2085

Written by London swaminathan
Date : 19 August  2015
Time uploaded in London :– 19-44

Indian villagers are very clever; they may be illiterates, but they are full of age old wisdom. Indians could hardly tell a story without introducing some proverbs into it.  They taught high principles through stories and proverbs.  For every proverb they have several stories. It differs from region to region and language to language. Here is a story about a parrot and a poison tree.

A king was very fond of parrots. He raised lot of parrots in his palace garden. One day all the parrots from the king’s garden flew to the paradise. There they found a fruit that will give back the youth to anyone. One of the parrots picked up one seed of that miraculous tree and gave it to the king. The parrot told him to plant it in the garden so that the king can eat it when the fruit comes. King became so happy and he placed the parrot in a special golden cage and looked after it very well.


The king did plant it in the garden and the tree gave fruits in a few years’ time. King plucked one fruit from the tree and gave it to an old man to see whether it brings back the youth to that old man. But he died immediately. The reason was that an eagle that killed a poisonous snake pecked at the fruit. So the fruit was poisoned. But the king did not know it. Without trying to find out the cause of death of the old man, the king became very angry and thought that someone set the parrot to kill him by giving a poisonous fruit. He went to the special cage, took the parrot and dashed it to the ground. The parrot had a miserable death.


A few months later, a farmer decided to kill his wife because she became very old and ugly. Since he knew the story of the poisonous tree, he picked up a fruit and gave to his wife with the intention of killing her. To his surprise, she suddenly became a beautiful 16 year old girl. In those days any valuable item found or any unusual miracle happens, immediately the person reports it to the king. Kings used to reward them for such things. So he ran to the king and reported the miraculous fruit tree to the king. Now the king realised his mistake in killing the parrot. The parrot was right about the fruit tree. But the king acted in haste. He regretted his hasty action.