The Legend of the baikadu


The grandsire was one of the rare few who could lay genuine claims to the title of warrior poet. He had been a skilled hunter and a stubborn fighter in his days. He was the pride of the prides. One of the most revered ones. But in spite of his violent reputation, he had retained a love for the finer arts. He was an accomplished poet and story teller. Now in his old age, his strength and dexterity had deserted him. His poetry and stories were what still made him much sought after. His most popular story was the legend of the baikadu. All the cubs had gathered around him that night for another narration of this legend.

The grandsire cleared his throat and began, “Cubs, hold your breath. Today I am going to tell you about the most powerful creature that has ever lived. I am the only one who has seen this creature and lived to tell his tale.

There was pin drop silence. All the cubs were listening with bated breath. The grandsire continued, “It was many springs back when I was still a cub. My father was the leader of the pride, a proud and magnificent lion. I was very playful and often strayed away on my own. On one of the days I had strayed away too far and found myself on the road.

There I heard a loud noise like I had never heard before. I was filled with anticipation. What was this creature? My first instinct was to run from that spot. But my curiosity got better of my fear. I went ahead to take a look. It was like no creature that I had seen before. And so fast it was moving. It covered close to a 100 leaps distance within moments. I could just catch a glimpse of it. It looked somewhat like a horse but the neck was much longer.

The creature seemed to have broken wind as it passed by. And such dark and foul smelling wind it had left behind. I wonder what it must be eating that it gave out this kind of gases. The creature disappeared within moments leaving me surrounded by the gases. And even the gases! How powerful they were! I nearly choked to death.

I immediately rushed to tell my father about this amazing creature. Dad would not believe me. He could not believe there was a creature more powerful than him. He roared loudly and asked, "Was this creature so loud?"

No, dad! It was louder.

Dad roared even louder. And he again asked, “Louder than this also?

No, dad! Much louder than this and anything else you can possibly muster.

Dad was very furious. He put in all his energy and gave such a loud roar than the whole forest seemed to shake. But still he could not match that creature. The effort had really strained his throat and he had hardly been able to speak for the next few days. Having given up on the roar he wanted to match his speed against the creature. He ran quickly and took a leap once. Then a bigger leap! Then a superfeline effort that nearly cost him his bones! But still he could not match the creature’s speed. Having failed to convince me of his superiority, he decided to dismiss my tale as the fanciful imagination of a hyperactive cub.

The story would have ended with that if not for me discovering a carcass of one such creature on the road one fine day. Its upper part had been severed from the lower part. The lower part was motionless. The upper part was still moving around. I am not sure how that portion of the creature managed to keep itself animated even after being severed from the lower part. I quickly went to get my father. The moment my father saw the creature, he rose to the challenge. He immediately pounced on the moving upper part and brought it down. Red colored blood flowed from this part and my father feasted on it. He gave me a morsel also telling me that eating a portion of the creature that had scared me will imbibe in me its fearsome qualities. And indeed delicious it was. I am not sure if that imbibed any qualities of the creature in me though.

Then we moved on to try out the lower part of the creature. The creature seemed to have only two legs and such strangely shaped legs they were. My dad could not believe that these creatures could generate that kind of incredible speeds with such funny legs. The legs tasted so horrible! The rest of the body was worse. It was too hard and we gave up after we nearly broke our teeth. Soon blood began to ooze out from the lower part as well. But the blood was black in color and did not have the usual pleasant smell of blood at all. The very sight of this fluid seemed to scare us. But the brave lion that my father was, he decided to drink some of it. The moment he drank it, he began to feel uncomfortable and it was not long before he lay dead.

I was scared and ran from that place as fast as I could with my tail between my legs like a common cur. As they say prudence is the best part of valor. My father’s pride had done him in. The creature had been deadly even in its death. I never wanted to see that creature again. From that day I have kept away from the road. I have also ensured that none of the members of the pride did stray anywhere even close to the road.

The faces of the cubs looked grave as the grandsire completed his story. Normally that was effect the legend of the baikadu had on them. The voice of the grandsire wafted through the silent night as he finished his narrative with some of his poetry.


Vroom Vroom Vroom he roars 

Louder than a thunder storm 

Swift as wind is he 


King of the road he 

To him must bow even the king 

Of the whole jungle 


Deadly is he in 

Death even this baikadu *  

Beware ye lions



* - Note on spelling and pronunciation - Humans often tend to spell baikadu as biker dude 

Picture Credithttp://beauty-animal.blogspot.in/2011/05/beuty-of-lion.html

This post if for a contest 'What Motorcycling means to the Indian Motorcyclist' sponsored by Castrol. You can find their FB page here.

54 comments:

  1. Lol...you are funny, dude!!! This has the "Gods Must be Crazy" feel!!! Very different way to look at it:)

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  2. That was a spine-chilling tale! I loved the way you created the world of Baikadu. Do continue with it.

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  3. Thanks, Bhavana. I decided to go funny based on your idea on Indi-chat the other day only. Glad to see you the first commentor and you enjoyed the read.

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  4. Thanks, umashankar. Maybe I should. Many of these contests bring out interesting ideas that have potential to continue as a series.

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  5. This is Superb, The Fool! I was so much involved in the story....From now on, Baikadu enters my Dictionary! Thanks for the invention :))

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  6. Thanks a lot, Punit. I am so happy you liked this concept so much that it has entered your dictionary.

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  7. Legend of baikadu, imaginative story. Loved the way you described the part when the father and son encountered the baikadu.
    This story is a Legend in itself!!

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  8. Thanks, DS. I was waiting for your comments.

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  9. It is a guy on a bike, Kigo. The lions think the bike and the man are one creature. In ancient times, when some of the primitive tribes saw men on horses, the though the man and horse were one being. That is how the legend of the centaur came about.

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  10. Very creative post, TF! Loved it!

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  11. I was actually waiting for a few comments to see if you wrote this or if I was missing something.

    Lol. This is story telling at its best! Simply gripping. Do continue with such tales! :)

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  12. Wow ! Did you like this story so much, Sindhuja? Your comments encourage me to try more stories like this.

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  13. HaHA! I loved the way you've woven it... the imagination and creativity are simply superb. :)
    "Upper part was still moving around"
    "imbibe in me its fearsome qualities"
    Csl... hats off!

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  14. Lovely take on the topic. Bets wishes for the contest.

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  15. Lovely tale! You filled the daily does of suspense and thrill.

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  16. Thanks a lot, Ramakant and Rohit

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  17. Now this is really something. I see the Jacket of honor adorned on you.
    hearty claps

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  18. A truly great post...thoroughly enjoyed your style...thanks man!(sorry boss can't address you by the name you have given yourself:))

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  19. OMG! This is a Mind Blowing story! This piece is so excellent, I am left with no words to say! I don't remember reading such a beautifully woven tale around a particular theme for a long time in blogosphere! Highly imaginative concept, TF... take a bow!

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  20. Thanks a lot, Amit. Good to know you enjoyed my story telling style. Everyone calls me TF usually.

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  21. Thanks a lot, Arti. Comments like this makes the time writing worth the while.

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  22. I actually wanted to write something for this contest but could not come up with anything, you my friend have hit it out the park with this one, well written liked it a lot

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  23. enjoyed it, fancy and humorous piece of work.
    Kudos to you!
    good luck

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  24. Thanks, Harsha. Coming form an accomplished story teller like you, it really a worthy compliment. Maybe now your re-thinking about writing for this contest? Mostly I may not even qualify for the tee-shirt. But enjoyed writing and enjoying the overwhelming response.

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  25. Thanks a lot, Jasmeet and welcome to my blog.

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  26. Very creative and engaging, loved your style and also the way you handled the theme in your own way

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  27. Great read man, I enjoyed reading it :)

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  28. Loved every bit of it. Enjoying and gripping.
    Great post, TF!! :-)

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  29. Thanks a lot, Santosh and Ritvik

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  30. This is really good !!!! Very imaginative. Great job !

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  31. God! You had my imagination soaring high with your gripping narration. It was as though I was present right there with the cubs listening to the legend from the grandsire:) A very innovative idea. I love reading fantasy. But I think this is surely the most fascinating tale I have read till date. Kudos to your inimitable creativity.

    You make an excellent story teller. I hope a wider group of audience gets to enjoy these masterpieces of yours soon through books:)

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  32. Thanks a lot, dvirada.

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  33. wow man , for sure one should be talented to write stuff like this !!!
    kudos keep it up !

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  34. Poor Baikadu, let down by his Bika running out of juice. Enjoyed that!

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  35. TF you are a legend!! Awesome.. you should write a novel and I will be the first person to buy it! Such wonderful narration! Baikadu I love this word! superb!!I loved the conversation between dad and the son.. :)

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  36. Thanks, Gayathri. Want to write a novel one day. Publisher will be happy to see at least one copy will be sold.

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  37. Very Imaginative. I loved the 'Baikadu' :)

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  38. I read this story in the past but somehow forgot to comment on it. Anyway, here's my comment: I loved the way the king fell prey to his pride. Great way of telling the story :)

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  39. That's awesome. For a moment I wondered I was there among the cubs!

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    1. Thanks for reading, Prathmesh. Glad you liked my narrative.

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