Rohan, a school going child has many non human friends
and he can converse with them. One of such friend, the school-bus took him and
all other school mates to a forest to enjoy the carnival and sports event of
the inmates of the forest. However, the guardians and the teachers of the
children trace them in the midst of the carnival and took them back. The disappeared school bus was granted a
shelter in the forest by the King of Forest
Shri Modhusudan who is also a friend of Rohan- his Modhu dada.
Strange things would happen today and what
a fool I am. I could not follow the advanced information of it as told by Modhu
Dada or from the chirping of the Morning birds.
It hit my mind as our school bus instead of
crossing the bridge on the river took U turn and moved towards the bumpy
meandering road of the reserve forest.
Except me, all other schoolmates in the bus
panicked and screamed “Has the Driver become crazy?”
“The steering, brake nothing is working.
The bus has become crazy.”
The driver and cleaner ran out from the cabin and shouted at us to jump out
from the slow moving bus. They did not wait for us and slid from the bus one by
one.
Our school bus continued its slow but
steady movement in the forest road. By then all my school mates stopped panicking
and got the smell of funny things ahead.
We
saw the fat bus driver skidded and fell on the ground. His tummy appeared like
a live hairy hillock heaving up and down.
The baboons from the trees on either side
of the forest road giggled and roars of laughter from us encouraged them to
continue further.
Our bus also joined us in the laughter and
then broke the long silence to me.
Normally we greet each other everyday as I
ride on the bus but today we both forgot. He frequently used to tell me that he
got bored in plying from going and coming from the school daily and want to get
rid of it. We also feel none the less but dared to do anything.
Believe me, all objects around us talk in
their language and they understand and talk our language. With few days’
effort, all of you can understand their languages easily.
Our school bus said “Rohan, are you afraid
or enjoying my actions”
“We all are enjoying buddy but what are
your plans?
“Soon I am going to stop just near the bank
of the river. Your fun world is just
there and waiting for you.”
The bus stopped on a flat ground just near
the bank of the river. Some of my school mates were scared to spot few bears
hiding in the bush.
We saw a big black bear came out from the
bush with two leaf cones in his hand,
“Hey friends, Welcome to our forest. Come
out! The bees sent these two leafy cones full with fresh honey to all of you.’
My friends saw me to embrace the senior bear
and they all came out from the school bus and snatched the Leaf-cones from my
hand.
I was surprised to hear the fluent but with
a different accent Hindi that the entire Beer family can speak. However, we all
could follow their Hindi nicely.
The family of bears ushered us to a big
banyan tree and we all sat comfortably under the cool shed.
The
senior bear told “We are glad to have you on our festival day. Soon our king
shall arrive to inaugurate the day long sports and carnival. Although he is
visible to those who love and believe him but for today all can see him”
One of my friend said in a trembling voice “Shall
all the animals of forest take part in the sports? Are there any ferocious and
dangerous animal?”
The senior bear frowned and said “Not
animal, better call friend instead. This is King Modhusudan’s area and nobody
can be dangerous or ferocious. Due to his blessings, all our friends understand
and speak each other’s language including yours also. For your kind
information, our big cat friend’s family lives on milk donated by Bison
friends.”
One of us said in a hushed voice,
“Big cat means Tiger.”
Everyone forbade “Shhhh! Shhhh!”
My
heart thumped and hair’s raised on hearing the name of King Modhusudan. My
Modhu Dada is also not visible to all.
Once I missed my way from the tutor’s
residence to my house. It was getting dark and soon I started weeping. Someone,
a little elder to me and with a flute in his hand wiped my tears and showed the
path to house. He told me “I am your friend. Call me whenever you want me to
help you.”
I looked at him, his honey colored
complexion, a friendly ever smiling sweet face with thick jet black curly hairs
on his head was very soothing to look at.
I said “Your voice is so sweet and may I call
you Modhu Dada?”
“Yes please.”
Since then, he meets me whenever and wherever
I call him or need his help and nobody can object to his presence because none can
see him or hear our talks, not even the whispers between us.
Our
friends of the forest started arriving. The Members of Monkey and bear family
were the volunteers of the carnival and they arranged everything for the guests
as well as the participants of the sports.
Various
types of birds started landing from the sky followed by squirrels and monkeys
through their tree route and the herds of Bison, impala and Jackal from various
parts of the forest.
A snob Tiger family arrived with fresh
creamy milk smeared on their face but it appeared that other friends of the
forest might take more time to accept them.
The Elephants were the last to come and we
heard from the whispers of our new friends of the forest that this time the
Elephants got the chance to become the official carrier of King Modhusudan.
A family of Parrots opted to look for us
and in fluent Hindi they were telling us the various events of sports. The participants may take part in any game
but it must be out of their comfort zone. Impalas can not take part in long
jump or race, they and elephants may compete with each other in swimming.
Our class monitor laughed and pointing towards
the chubbiest boy in our class said, “Include his name in the Swimming.”. There
was a roar of laughter but the head parrot cautioned us.
“The yellow birds spotted the Tusker
carrying Our King. Today the King is visible to all, he wishes so.”
Within minutes, Yellow colored birds came
down at bush height and a sweet melody from flute filled the entire big field.
All said in their hushed tone “He is coming, the King is coming”
A Tusker appeared at a long distance
flanked by baby elephants on either side. The flute player was on the Tusker
back.
The Tusker stopped in front of us, the King
of Forest got down and all my schoolmates saw him clearly.
In his royal dress; a light yellow royal
gown with gold embossing and a gold headgear with Peacock feather on the top,
he was looking little different but the smile on his honey colored face with flute in his hand, he was none but
the same Modhu dada.
The volunteers were about to usher him
towards the small hillock type podium but looking at us he shook his head and
said
“I shall better be with my new friends”.
The monkeys immediately tied few cane sticks with the hanging roots of the
banyan tree and made a cradle for him.
The bear and Monkey heads approached him to
inaugurate the sports and Carnival. Modhu Dada said
“We shall begin with the dance item. Tell
everybody to prepare for the community dance.”
Modhu Dada looked at us and said “I shall
play few dance tunes but how many of you can accompany me with supporting
music”
Nitish Said “We shall manage. but right here….”
Modhu Dada said “Tell me what you need”
“We need dholok, big drums, bongo, guitars
and accordion”
“And here they are, just pick them up,
possibly they are tuned also. Anyway have a look.”
He played a tune and we quickly tuned up
our musical instruments. It was quite a team,
As soon as we started, the peacocks hopped
in and started a Chhou with a loud applause from the entire audience.
The squirrels could not sit anymore on the
tree tops but joined the peacocks with jumping up and down matching with the
tune.
The chain reaction started first in the
group of impalas followed by the bison and the tiger family leaving their
respective places and joining the dance arena. Finally, the Herd of Elephants
standing at the outermost of the ellipsoid gathering, joined and the tremors were
none the less than earthquakes.
Now the entire community started dancing
raising their limbs up and down and continuously chanting “Hey Modhusudan!
Modhusudan!”
Modhu Dada from the beginning remained at
the center playing his flute with tunes after tunes.
The pleasure we got erased our all nagging,
boring and ruthless monotonous daily routines and the immense joy filled our mind
and we did not know when we also like others started dancing and chanting
raising our hands.
We heard heavy shouting from a crowd
approaching us. We recognized these anxious voices calling us are from our
Parents, Teachers and also our Principal madam. So much of human voice scared our friends of
forest. Modhu dada raised his hand and with a smile forbade them to worry.
Pointing to us he told them “Let these kids
go back to their worried teachers and parents. We shall continue here but shall
be invisible to all of them.”
Our school bus stared weeping and said” Hey
Modhusudan! Save me from them. My owner shall tow me to garage and there the mechanics
shall torture me for today’s behavior.”
Our parents and teachers located and hurriedly
reached to us. Most of Our Guardians, our Principal Madam, some of our teachers
along with the school bus staff came.
Seeing us unhurt, they were relieved. Our
Principal Madam said “From a long distance, we were hearing the calls of many
wild animals. Thank god all of you were safe.” Raising her voice she rebuked
the Bus staff,
“You people better replace that bus. I
don’t want that bus again.”
“Yes Mam. But that bus disappeared, we are
trying to locate it. Perhaps, it has gone down the gorge.”
“That’s your headache, we are leaving right
now.’
We checked our smiles as we knew where the
Bus is. Our guardians ushered us to a brand new bus. We were both sad and
happy.
We
were sad because we won’t be able to see our Bus friend and happy because Modhu Dada has allotted a new location for him. From now onward, down the gorge, our
Monkey friends shall have a good place to play hide and seek game. This bus has
many places to hide, no one else knows better than us.
