Seven blows of thunder
May seven blows of thunder come down from the sky is a Sinhala
saying. But does it happen? This once told tale gives one instant where
at least one thunder blew a person.
The head priest of the temple was watching the parade of villagers
waking into the temple with keen eyes. Priest was curious as to what is
going on. The villagers came closer and worshipped the priest, who
murmured suvapath veva (may you be blessed).
"So tell me what brings all of you here?"
The leader of the group was a farmer. He spoke first.
"We have come here to see you after discussing something quite
disturbing."
"I like to know all about that" said the high priest.
The leader of the group once again clasped his hands in veneration
and said:
"The white colonial ruler who lives in that great big bungalow is
creating havoc." Then he pointed his finger to the mansion on the
hillock where the white colonial ruler and his wife, who was known as
sudu nona lived. The leader continued to explain while the high priest
listened eagerly.
"He kills our tuskers, Venerable. He kills them to get ivory tusks."
"Have you seen this by your own eyes?" Asked the high priest. Then
they all said in once voice: "Yes Venerable."
The high priest entered a stream of pensive mood. The villagers felt
that the priest should not be disturbed. Then came a moment when the
high priest asked another question.
"Did you at any moment want the sudu mahattaya to kill the
troublemaker tuskers?"
The villagers looked at each other's faces. They did not know what to
say. They were still unanswerable, when the high priest said: "Answer my
question, before I decide what to do!"
Then the leader said: "Oh Venerable from time to time we have been
reporting matters to sudu mahattaya. We have told once that some
elephants harm our crops."
"But that should not be the custom. Those tuskers are meant to be our
wealth."
"This exactly is the point now that he kills elephants to get tusks."
"Oh I see the point."
The faces of the villagers who came to the temple shone with a sense
of brightness.
"So what do you expect us to do?" The priest asked. "But we have
never asked him to kill any elephant?"
"So I see that you are at fault, as you wanted to get rid of those
troublemakers from your crops. But when a tusker is killed what do you
do to the two tusks?"
"Sudu mahattaya takes them off as his possession."
"It's good if Venerable can speak to sudu mahattaya about this, so
that he could put a stop to this elephant killing, despite the harm
brought to us."
"Are you ready to see him with me?"
They all nodded in agreement.
The colonial ruler was walking up and down in his compound that lay
before the mansion. He held his rifle in hand as a walking stick. When
he heard the rustling sound he looked askance to see a yellow robed
priest ascending the hilly path that stretched before the mansion. He
stood still as they appeared.
The high priest of the village temple could speak a little English.
He had been tutored by a Sinhala teacher who knew English as well. He
approached and stood before the colonial ruler.
"Hamuduruwo?" said the ruler and wanted to know why he had come.
"I have a complaint to make. You should stop killing our elephants.
They are sacred animals."
By this straight remark, the ruler was astounded. He felt the words
like some piercing arrows. He looked round to see the faces of the
retinue that had come with the Buddhist priest. But he wanted to be
steadfast.
"Hamudurwo you cannot dictate terms to me. I am sent here by the
governor to look after the interests of the people."
"You may look after yourself as long as you stay here. But I say that
you should put a stop to elephant killing."
"I kill them as they bring harm to the people."
"No. They don't."
"They do. That's what these villagers say."
"Ask them. They don't like elephant killing."
"I know what I am expected to do. Mind your own business."
The priest got angry. He stomped his foot on the ground and said.
"You should stop killing elephants here onwards. If you don't, seven
blows of thunder will shower on your head."
The ruler had nothing more to say. He tried to lift his rifle. The
Buddhist priest turned back and descended the path.
The villagers followed him. Despite the utterances of the priest, the
ruler wanted to go to the forest in order to kill a tusker.
Just as he stepped out of the house, dark clouds gathered in the sky.
All of a sudden, lines of lightening appeared in the sky. Then came a
roaring sound.
A thunderbolt swooped down and hit rifle barret, ejecting a glowing
cluster of fire.
The blow too hard hit on the body of the rifle holder, the colonial
ruler, who underwent a sudden death.
There is a number of variations to this tale. This one is what I
heard from a villager. |