An Allegory An Allegory
ek lakkadhara tha. woh jab sota tha tab uske dadhi ke bal badhte aur sare sheher mein
phailkar andhera kar dete. Tab us sheher mein raat hoti. Uthkar jab uski preyasi apne bal
sawarti tab us sheher mein subah ho jati.
raat mein bacche us sheher ke sapne likhte. lekin ek pankti likhte hi dout ki sari syahi
khatm ho jati kyon ki raat sari syahi kha kar aur bhi kali ho jati. tab lakkadhare ne do
lakdi ki dibiya banayi. ek mein usne andhera bhar diya. dusri band rakh di, to us mein
andhera ghus nahi paya. woh ujali hi reh gayi.
ab andheri dibiya mein kalam dubokar, bacche aur sheher ke sapne dono badhne lage. jab yeh
baat raja ko pata cha gayi tab usne andheri dibiya par apna kabja kar liya. praja ke sapne
raja ke liye bahut hanikarak sabit ho sakte the.
lakkadhare ne tab ujali dibiya khol di. lekin ujale se likhe gaye sapne sab dekh sakte the.
ab sara sheher ek hi sapna dekhne laga. raja ke bhi sapne ab sab dekh sakte the. tab kya koi
ashcharya hai ki raja ka rajya khatm kyon hua? logon to bas nadiya kinare balon ki ek gutthi
jo pani mein tair kar ayi thi, padi hui najar ayi.
Translation of an Allegory
There was once a wood cutter, whose beard grew when he slept and covered the entire town
with darkness. that's how there would be night in the town. when his wife woke up and tied
her hair with the sweep of a hand, there would be light in the village.
In the darkness, children would write the dreams of this town. but they were only one lined
dreams, as the darkness would eat up all the ink as soon as one line was written, to become
then the woodcutter made two wooden boxes. In one box he filled up all the darkness. The
other didnt have a door so it couldnt be opened; the darkness could not enter this box and
hence it remained lit.
dipping their pens in the dark box, the children and the dreams of the town began to grow.
when the king heard of this box, he wanted to control a box, which made the dreams of his
So the woodcutter opened the lit box for the children. but now everyone could see the dreams
written with light. the entire town dreamed the same dream. the king's dream could also be
seen by his subjects. for the people who kept asking, is it any surprise then, that the king
lost all his power?
All they could see was some entangled bunch of hair, which had come floating in the river
and was lying on its banks.