Frog and Bride

Yesterday I had talked about rats. It’s the turn of frogs today.

During my intermediate classes, we from the biology stream, used to dissect frogs as a part of our practicals. It’s a different thing how we justify killing someone allegedly for the benefit of others. But that’s a different and serious issue, we will discuss separately.

It was a rainy day and we were out of classes for recess, when we spotted some greenish frogs jumping in the water. We had a fascination for frogs, so some of us ran after them. One picked up a stone to throw at them.

Then there was a close friend, Uttam, a student from the maths stream. He shouted, ‘Are you nuts? Don’t you know that if you stone or harm these frogs, you will get dumb wives.’

All retraced their steps. One who had picked up a stone dropped it. Biology students thought that Uttam was cautioning about those special greenish frogs. So all became conscious.

We all were in late teens then. All were dreaming to get the most beautiful bride on the earth. And dumb? No way, not all. So no compromises, no missteps. All accepted with no question asked.

The other day, in our regular get-together Zoom meeting of old college friends, that we started last year, the matter came up for chit-chat, and all were laughing, but Uttam, who had shared his pearls of wisdom then, was serious. When asked, he said innocently, ‘Now I think, I should have thrown stones at those frogs.’
Nobody could control the laughter.πŸ˜ŠπŸ€—

This reminds me of a story of a man who had the hobby of fishing. One day while fishing, he heard a voice, ‘Pick me up.’

He looked around, but couldn’t see anyone. He then heard the voice again, ‘Pick me up.’

He looked in the water and he saw a frog floating there, raising its head. The man said, ‘Are you talking to me?’

The frog said, ‘Yes, yes, I’m talking to you. Pick me up, then kiss me; and I’ll turn into the most beautiful woman you have ever seen. All your friends will be jealous, because I’ll be your bride!’

The man looked at the frog for a short while, reached over, picked it up and placed it in his pocket. The frog said,
‘What are you doing, man? Are you nuts? Didn’t you hear what I said?’

He took out the frog, looked at the frog and said, ‘Nah… I’d rather like to have a talking frog than a nagging wife…😊

I don’t know whether it was something like Uttam’s wisdom or a different experience altogether πŸ˜‚

–Kaushal Kishore


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33 Comments

  1. Dear Kaushal, your ability to assume such a different mantle is incomparable! You are a philosopher, the talented bard, the guru, the erudite teacher, and now even a comedian who would be in high demand with his innovative and witty stories the world over!
    Thank you, Kaushal, for being you!

    Joanna
    PS, I learned a bit about Dr Johnson, and his book is being delivered tomorrow,
    Thank you for the introduction, Kaushal ji

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    1. My God, you have given so many titles; and comedian, I was not expecting even in my dreams. But I humbly accept the honour you bestowed upon me. That’s so very kind. It truly means a lot. I cherish and treasure every word of yours.
      As regards Who Moved My Cheese, I’m sure, you will enjoy it.

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  2. Oh my, the true stories correlate. Uttam was a bit wise, didn’t want the frogs hurt and the fisherman felt was pushed by curiosity too and he wouldn’t accept it but find a scapegoat, that he’d rather love a talking frog than a nagging wife. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ Such riveting stories, KK.

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    1. Certain things in life howsoever small get imprinted in the brain. When we chat, I’m surprised to recall so many things. I’m glad you enjoyed the stories. Thank you, Karima. πŸ˜ŠπŸ€—πŸ’πŸ™

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