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BYGONE FOLKTALES What types of stories do you hear from your parents, grandparents and neighbors in this generation? Do you hear about wars, accident, natural disaster and rumors? If you say yes, we are losing our happiness day by day. As the world grows older there is less peace and only bad news comes following after you every day. There is one way to relax and enjoy, if you approaches elders or old people to narrate you stories or folk tales. Nowadays parents are so busy with their works like working in companies or other jobs and don’t have time to spend with their children. What about the children or youngsters? If I am not wrong they are busy with mobile phone, playing mobile games, watching movies etc. they don’t want to spend their time listening to some interesting story with the elders. So, folktales are losing day by day as there are no written folktales and old people cannot live eternal. Before children love to sit on their grandparents lap and listened stories from them but now this rarely happen. As there are no written folktales it is losing. Today, I am going to narrate you short INPUI folktales which was narrated for me by my grandfather 10 years ago. “RWAN SA HUNG DA INKHAN LAT LU GA, BASA HUNG DA INKHAN LAT MAK NU” “Stupidity closes the door to his own son but open for dogs” The above given quote is taken out from the folk tales of “INPUI” tribe and used as a quote. This quote was mainly used by the elders during the ancient period. The origin of the quote begins with a short folk tales. Once there was a big family living in a small village. The family had seven sons. The village was located nearby a dense forest. One day the father went into the forest for collecting fire woods. While he was working in the forest tiger attack and killed him. On the next day, the seven sons went into the forest in order to take revenge but they were also killed by the tiger. During that period the mother was pregnant. She was waiting for their sons to return but they didn’t turn up. She realizeSubscript text that all her sons were also killed by the tiger. She gave birth to a baby boy after some months. The boy grew up very fast because his mother treated him well. The other children make fun of him calling “son of death in the claw of tiger” because he always won the games whenever they play together. The boy asked every day to his mom why his friends called him “son of death in the claw of tiger” but his mom never replied to his question. After some years the boy grew up into a brave young man but he never stopped asking his mother why he was always being mocked by his friends. One day his mother narrated the whole story. On the next day he went into the forest in search of the tiger. Like his brothers he didn’t return home for a week. In the meantime his friends came knocking at the door. When the mother opened the door the children make’s fun of her saying his son will never return again. She was mocked everyday by knocking at the door so she decided not to open the door. His son returned home with the tiger head but when he knock at the door continuously but his mother never open the door. So the boy hanged the tiger head in front of the door a fled away. The quote compared to the mother who gave up easily and not having any hope or trust to her own son. One should not give up easily in order to bears fruits in our daily life. I know he is growing old and weak but I don’t want him to. He is hardworking man with white hair, 5.6 feet tall and wrinkle all over his body. Everyone in the village said I look like my grandfather. Since he cannot go and work in the field as he is getting old he made handicraft with bamboo staying at home. I helped him collecting the bamboo. He made basket in different shape, size and style. Sometimes he teaches me how to make. In the afternoon he used to take rest lying on the sofa. He looks so tire. Sometimes he told me how he grew up and the suffering during his time. During his youth he was a great hunter. He can hunt day and night. All the skull of the animal he killed id hang in front of the granary. This is used for decoration and other people can notice that this family have a great hunter. They also believed that those skulls chase the evil spirit from entering the house. Breathing heavily one night he called me after dinner to come and sleep with him and he tell me story. Long, long time ago in a thick forest there live a squirrel and a bear. They were very close to each other. One day, the bear returned from the field with lots of fruits for his children in his basket. He was tire and weak, breathing heavily carrying the basket. On the way the bear meet his best friend the squirrel. Looking at the fruits the squirrel asked the bear. Squirrel: Hello! My friend why are you carrying so many fruits after a hectic day? Bear   :  my children and my beautiful wife want to eat fruits so I am bringing for them. Squirrel: (the clever squirrel began to plan for eating the fruits from his friend) my                    friend i have a stomach pain, I cannot walk any longer can you please carry me in your basket for a while? The bear don’t notice that the squirrel is playing tricks with him so he let the squirrel sit on top of his basket and walk toward home. On the way squirrel eat all the fruits that are inside the basket. After eating all the fruits the squirrel said to bear “my friend I am alright now”. The cunning squirrel jump out of the basket and went away. The bear reach home, he told his children to bring a vessel for keeping the fruits. All the children were very happy and came rushing toward their father with the vessel. When the bear pour down the fruits he was shock. He sees only cover. The bear got very angry; he went in search of squirrel to kill. Squirrel turn into human being the bear found the man sitting in the field holding red king chilly in his hand. The bear don’t notice it was the squirrel, when he saw the red chilly the bear was attracted by the color of the chilly and he said to the man. Bear: my friend I also want to hold that is in your hand. Man: kids cannot hold this, you will spoil it. Bear: no my friend I will I not know how to hold? Let me try. Man: okay fine if you really want to hold this I will whistle from the other side of the mountain when you hear the whistle break this chilly from the middle and put it in your eyes. After giving the instruction the man went away. The foolish bear was so excited and waiting for the whistle. When he hears the whistle he breaks the chilly and put in his eyes. The bear cannot bear the pain anymore he got so annoyed and he went chasing after the man. The bear found the man sitting on top of the tree hitting bee hives in his hand. Actually the man was acting but the foolish bear though the man is hitting for real. Bear: my friend I also want to try what you are doing. Man: no this is not for kids it is the evil drum. It is very tough you will not know how to hit. Bear: it is very easy I can hit. Man: Fine if you really want hit with your both hand as hard as you can on the count of 3. Bear was waiting eagerly, the man went on top of the mountain and scream 1, 2 and 3 hit the drum. The bear hold his hand together tightly and hit the bee hives. Bees sting the bear all over his body. He went running after the man at last he found the man making swing beside the river. The man was swinging happily laughing at the bear. The bear relief his anger when he saw the man swinging happily. He asks the man to let him swing. So the man agreed. The bear happily swing with full speed. While the bear is swinging the man cut the rope, the foolish bear fall in the river. The bear drown and died in the river but the man went back home happily and get married with the bear wife. In the river we find some place dark and deep. Our ancestor believes that it is because of the death of black bear.