Baaz aur Murgiyon ki Basti
Ek dafa ka zikr hai ke ek pahar ki choti par baaz (eagle) ka ek gonsla tha, jahan us ne chaar anday diye hue thay. Ek din shadeed zalzala aaya aur un mein se ek anda phisal kar neeche ek murgiyon ke farm mein ja gira.
Murgiyon ne us anday ki hifazat ki aur use apne andon ke saath mila liya. Kuch waqt baad, us anday se ek chota sa baaz nikal aaya. Wo baaz murgiyon ke darmiyan hi pala barha, is liye wo khud ko murgi hi samajhta tha. Wo wahi kaam karta jo murgiyan karti thin—zameen khodni, dana chugna aur thora sa uchar kar pharakna.
Ek din us ne aasman par ek shandaar parinday ko dekha jo badi shaan se hawaon mein tair raha tha. Us ne hairat se pucha, “Ye itna khoobsurat parinda kaun hai?”
Ek murgi ne jawab diya, “Wo Baaz hai, parindon ka raja. Lekin tum us ki fikar mat karo, tum murgi ho aur tumhara kaam zameen par rehna hai.”
Baaz ne ye baat maan li aur puri zindagi murgi ban kar guzari aur murgi ban kar hi mar gaya. Us ne kabhi ye koshish hi nahi ki ke wo apni asliyat pehchane aur un bulandiyon tak pahunche jahan ke liye wo paida hua tha.
Kahani ka Sabaq (Moral):
Aap wahi bante hain jo aap sochte hain. Agar aap apne aas-paas ke mahool ki wajah se apni qabiliyat par shak karenge, to aap kabhi wo parwaz nahi kar sakenge jis ke aap qabil hain.
