The story of watermelons by Manohar Parrikar:
“I am from the village of Parra in Goa, hence we are called Parrikars. My village is famous for its watermelons. When I was a child, the farmers would organise a watermelon-eating contest at the end of the harvest season in May. All the kids would be invited to eat as many watermelons as they wanted. Years later, I went to IIT Mumbai to study engineering. I went back to my village after 6.5 years. I went to the market looking for watermelons. They were all gone. The ones that were there were so small. I went to see the farmer who hosted the watermelon-eating contest. His son had taken over. He would host the contest but there was a difference. When the older farmer gave us watermelons to eat he would ask us to spit out the seeds into a bowl. We were told not to bite into the seeds. He was collecting the seeds for his next crop. We were unpaid child labourers, actually. He kept his best watermelons for the contest and he got the best seeds which would yield even bigger watermelons the next year. His son, when he took over, realised that the larger watermelons would fetch more money in the market so he sold the larger ones and kept the smaller ones for the contest. The next year, the watermelons were smaller, the year later even small. In watermelons the generation is one year. In seven years, Parra’s best watermelons were finished. In humans, generations change after 25 years. It will take us 200 years to figure what we were doing wrong while educating our children.”
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According to a 19th century legend, the Truth and the Lie meet one day. The Lie says to the Truth: “It’s a marvellous day today”! The Truth looks up to the skies and sighs, for the day was really beautiful. They spend a lot of time together, ultimately arriving beside a well. The Lie tells the Truth: “The water is very nice, let’s take a bath together!” The Truth, once again suspicious, tests the water and discovers that it indeed is very nice.
They undress and start bathing. Suddenly, the Lie comes out of the water, puts on the clothes of the Truth and runs away. The furious Truth comes out of the well and runs everywhere to find the Lie and to get her clothes back.
The World, seeing the Truth naked, turns its gaze away, with contempt and rage. The poor Truth returns to the well and disappears forever, hiding therein, its shame. Since then, the Lie travels around the world, dressed as the Truth, satisfying the needs of society, because, the World, in any case, harbours no wish at all to meet the naked Truth.
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एक ही साथ नभ में छिटके चाँद और तारा की प्रेम कथा सनातन और सदियों पुरानी हैं. दोनो में प्रेम हो गया . रात में छिटकी चाँद की रौशनी और प्रणय में डूब वृहस्पति की पत्नी तारा अपने प्रिय चंद्रमा के अंक में खो गई. उनके प्रेम चिन्ह के रूप मेंजन्म लिया बुध ने .
वृहस्पति अपनी पत्नी के इस धोखे और इस कटु सत्य से व्यथित हो गए और बुध को नपुंसक – ना नर ना नारी रहने का श्राप दे बैठे .
पारिवारिक जीवन व्यवस्था को बनाए रखने के लिए देवराज इंद्र ने तारा को चंद्रमा के पास वापस पति वृहस्पति के पास भेजा और उसके संतान का पिता वृहस्पति को माना.
तब से वैदिक नियम में विवाह के द्वारा पितृत्व का निर्धारण का नियम बना. साथ ही बुध को नपुंसक ग्रह माना जाने लगा.