KATHA KOSA SIGNATURE STORY
Once upon eons ago, there lived a very wise sage. He was an old and very experienced soul. He lived in a land that was wrought with troubles of all kinds. People were helpless, ignorant and highly confused lot. The rulers too did not know how to handle the utter chaos floating around them.
The sage observed the helplessness and was compelled to help ease the sorry situation. He went to the rulers and spoke to them at length. They were happy to have such a learned sage helping to solve their problem and entrusted their all to him.
The wise sage then announced a treasure hunt and declared that the true winner shall win a treasure trove. When the people heard this they were very happy. However, the game or the contest was a different one. It was neither a race nor a puzzle as the people generally expected. The one who came up with the best story would win the treasure trove, declared the sage. People were first silent, they did not know what kind of story the sage will really like to declare the best story. Nevertheless, they decided to give their best shot to win the easy money. They were also given a months’ time to come up with an original story.
A month slowly crawled by at first and then, when it passed by no one knew and the day of the contest arrived. Many of the citizens were ready with their story and many were unsure of theirs. The wise sage took the centre stage in the open palace grounds surrounded by the rulers. The sage called upon each person or a family member to recite their tale. It took several days and nights before all the stories were told. Then came the time for the sage to declare the winner. Everyone held their breath in anticipation of their name being called out.
The wise sage looked around and started his speech, “My dear fellow citizens. Thank you all for your enthusiastic participation and I am sure you all want to know; which is the story I consider the best to award them the treasure. But first let me tell you what a true treasure is? Treasure is all about money, jewels or something that is valuable. But that is not the real treasure. True treasure is something that lasts forever. What you may consider valuable is only a short term reward that is here today, gone tomorrow. But what treasures I am referring to is something that shall last for eternity.”
The wise sage continued, “It was wonderful to listen to so many different stories from all of you. That was quite a collection. I am sure you must have learned something from them as much as the rulers and I did. Is that not so?” After a long pause everyone nodded their heads and instantly started talking among themselves, contemplating to what the wise sage just spoke.
The agreement was not just in unison out of respect, but a genuine appreciation of what they suddenly discovered over the period of several days. They suddenly realized that the power to change was right within themselves. They could solve their own problems if they applied their knowledge and common sense to it. They were creative, smart and this instilled a certain confidence in themselves that was sorely lacking. This made them realize that together they could do whatever it takes to live a peaceful and happy life. The awareness was realized and this made them understand what the wise sage was talking.
“These stories that you all so recounted with gusto have made my heart filled with warmth that here lies the answer to all your questions. You do not need someone else to tell you about your own self. All I needed was to make you look inside you, find your own answers. Therein lies the treasures that shall remain with you and future generations forever. And these questions and answers and the wisdom, shall forever remain enshrined in form of stories to be passed on to your children and they shall pass it onwards. Hence, here I give you a treasure trove of all the stories that you came up with, to be known as katha kosa (encyclopaedia of stories) and so shall you pass it on to all future generations the world over. This is the treasure trove that you have won and a treasure that shall always remain infinitely.”
With this speech the citizens and the rulers erupted in sheer joy. Everyone was happy to know that they had all won and what a great treasure it was indeed. A treasure, meant for all that lasts forever and ever.
Thus, I present to you all, the original signature story of Katha Kosa.
Cheers my friends!
Where and who are the storytellers?
Everybody and everything tells or shares a story.
Every brick, every stone, every rock, every flower or nature itself tells a story. Every ruin has a story to tell of its past. Every place has a memory to share. Every object speaks of a tale of its existence. The sands speaks of its once upon a time being part or the mountain itself. The natural formations talk about the travels of the wind. The rivers talk of its journey from snow to the sea. The trees talk of its childhood as a seed. The food, cuisine and drinks tell us from where they were born. The jewels, coins, and hidden treasures talk of its rich past. The minerals and soils talk of its extractions. The fossils talk of its existence. Every cloud, every rain drop and snowflakes tells us stories of its fine designs. Every grain, every bush and plant talk of their ages.
Who are the storytellers? Everyone!
Everyone tells us stories. Fiction or fact, stories are spoken at all times, knowingly or unknowingly. We share the day’s work or findings with our loved ones. Students share their knowledge in classes. The bards pass on the traditions through music. The historian notes down the happenings over time. Employees fib stories to get an off or a raise from the boss. Chatter boxes share the neighbouring gossip. A child blackmails to get a new toy. A liar, shares tall tales. A criminal pretends he has no story to tell.
How do we learn or know stories?
For an Archaeologist, the dugout objects tell a story. For an anthropologist, bones tell a story. For an accountant, balance sheets tell a story. For an artist every painting tells a story. For a doctor the organs and its workings tell a story. For a plumber the pipes tell a story. For a mathematician, numbers tell a story. For a merchant, money tells a story. For a geologist, rocks tell a story. For a farmer, the soil and the seeds tell a story. For a musician the musical instruments play a story. For an actor, emotions tell the story. For a writer, words tell a story. For an electrician the wires tell a story. For a mechanic the hardware tells a story. For an investor the markets tells a story. For an investigator, crimes tell a story. For a journalist, everything is worthy a story. For a swimmer the tides tell a story. For the weather man, the wind and the sun tells a story. For an astronomer the entire universe is a story house. For a meditator, silence tells a story.
And for a storyteller, everything has a story.