Dedications

Once upon a time there roared a Tiger. He wanted to rule and dethrone the Lion as the King of the Jungle. His strategy was simple. He proclaimed all creatures in his part of the territory would be sons (read animals of the soil). All other animals from other parts of the jungle who had migrated to his part of the jungle were discriminated and ill treated. Especially the ones who came from the south as they had a different domesticated animal culture and they took away all the jobs leaving the animals of the soil dig their head in soil. The problem was animals of the soil were not given education and they could not match the hard work and educated animals of the south. The south animals had a skin color called 'pungi'. He stared a Pungi Hatao (Remove Pungi) movement and subjecting them with violence.

His power increased in huge popularity. He openly spoke of goats that they are of a different religion and should go to where goats were settled when the jungle was partitioned. His policies sometimes got his foot in the mouth. As he never knew how he should discriminate. Should it be religion, language or geography. As sometimes animals from the North were targetted and beaten as they never spoke the language of his jungle territory.

His speeches were so thunderous that lions in the centre of the jungle who allegedly ruled the entire jungle would shiver. He even had a symbol for his rule which was a bow without an arrow and the logo was obviulously his image, a tiger. Then at rallies he even showed off a sword and a bow with an arrow. Like every ruler especially dictator, the tiger power was slowly dwindling. He then aligned with some flower looking birds who were slowly spreading their wings (and petals). His reason for aligning was to create a religious divide and make the entire jungle a religiously controlled jungle. He was carnivorous in his political ambitons but ensured the cow was safe.

As his physical levels were weakening he had had to hand over the baton. The obvious choice was his nephew who had a spitting tiger image and his roar. Then parental animal instinct ruled and he proclaimed his son as the King of the jungle. The son who never grew up in any form resembled a cub infact more a pussy cat. The nephew enraged, angered and insulted formed a new group and he wanted to be the rail engine that would chug the jungle to prosperity. Unfortunately he lacked steam and his steam engine could not cover much length and all he could do was blow the engine horn to let the jungle know he is there.

The tiger finally died and the cub son that looked like a pussy cat did meow for a while. He even broke his Father's religious ideology and sidelined religion and walked into the palm of the opposition. The others in the opposition clocked the opportunity and made him King. He lacked the panache of his Father who was a Tiger. The Father Tiger came from grass root level and this cub pussy lived a life of opulence and enjoyed shooting pictures in the jungle. So lacking street smartness and eating pedigree brand of food. That did not make him a good pedigree. The flower looking bird waited and bided their time. They had eliminated the palm of opponents and clock was running back for many opponents. The flower bird had become so resourceful that even the best and the ruthless of animals fell for the peanuts they threw and they grew in size and power. It was a piece of cake to throw some cake crumbs to some of the cub pussy cat followers who were disgruntled and hungered for power. The fell for the crumbs, even though there were no peanuts.

One sweep and the cub pussy cat career was put to sleep. The cub pussy cat had a son who resembled less an animal and more a cold bird. He tried to flap his wings only to realise he had no wings. The cub pussy cat break away faction projected the tiger as their inspiration and convinced the break away group that ideology of the Tiger was alive (Tiger Zinda Hai). They killed the original party taking away their name and logo which was the bow without an arrow. The break away faction leader was crowned Puppet King and the flower bird will slowly and surely and definitely peck him to a Political death. The feather bird though a thorough bred junglee (animal like) tries to project democracy in the jungle with elections with EVM (Eeriee Voice Mechanism). In this every animal had to make the noise of the animal they want in power. However hard they roar like a lion, trumpet like an elephant, bleat like a goat, they would still sound like the chirp of the flower bird.

(Disclaimer : No animal or bird in this story is based on any animal living or dead and is a work of fiction with no intention to resemble to any animal or any other speciesl