Guest guest Posted September 24, 2002 Report Share Posted September 24, 2002 In the beginning of the life of the human race, people did not have to plan rice, nor to harvest it. Rice plants just grew in the fields by the favour of the gods and when the grains were ripe, they would join together and become balls of tasty rice pudding and then, by themselves, these balls would come off the plants and roll away into the people's grain barns. Every year it happened in this way so that people lived a leisurely and happy life. However, nothing stays the same forever and later generations of people became angry, greedy, and jealous. They began to open their barn doors wider, even building extra barns, in the hope that more rice balls would come rolling their way, even though no one had ever lacked anything previously. However, human greed is not the result of poverty but of abundance. People saw, or believed they saw, more rice balls rolling into their neighbours' barn than into their own, their anger and greed making them suspicious. One bad day an old woman grew so angry and jealous that she began to push the balls of rice towards her own barn while they were rolling in the direction of other barns. Soon every barn owners was following her bad example and trying to make the rice balls change direction to their own benefit. Of course it quickly developed into a scramble for the great stream of balls they were rolling in the direction of the village. Within an hour there was harassment by greedy neighbours which inevitably developed into a terrible fight. When the gods witnessed all this fighting they were amazed that human beings could be so stupid that they would fight over the rice when there was more than enough for everyone. In the fighting people fell over each other and onto the rice balls which disintegrated into scattered grains. The Gods then decreed that the people did not deserve any rice at all. Rice is a sacred food and is desecrated by fighting and violence. Fortunately the Rice Goddess, Devi Sri, Who is the mother of all the rice on the Earth, felt compassion when, after a year in which there had been no rice at all, the people started to starve. So she told the people, those who survived the feminine, that the next season rice plants would grow again , but only if the people had themselves sown the grains one by one in a special muddy field, then planted the seedlings out in the big fields, then weeded these fields, then harvested the rice, brought it to the farms, threshold it, winnowed it , and cooked it. She taught the people what to do, and how to worship her as the mother of all the rice and so, of all the people too Velder. 1968. Mythology and Folklore in South East Asia. Oxford University Press Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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