The bullock cart – A story about equality

The bullock cart – A story about equality

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Writing stories for children had never been a real plan of Austrian born Sia Reddy, but happened rather spontaneously out of a desire to create stories with actual values. As a mother of three and practicing Sahaja Yoga since 1992, Sia has been involved in the buildup of the Meditation and Play project since 2007. She is currently writing short stories for children and adults and hopes to bring out a collection book.



On a farm in the heart of India, there lived a farmer and his wife. They were rather poor, but earned their living by collecting milk from all the farms in the area to sell it on the market in the city.

One day, like all the other days, the farmer set off to work. He fed the oxen and attached them to the cart. Everything seemed to work smoothly, until the front wheel started to speak.

“I am so great. Look how well I am made. The best iron bars have been used to shape my wonderful, round frame. The wood is still in brilliant condition after so many rides and see, what a beautiful pattern I make in the earth! Without me, this whole cart would not move an inch!”

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“You are terribly vain, dear wheel” called one of the wooden planks. “Without us, there would be no cart! We planks are holding the whole cart together, keep the milk from falling and offer our farmer a place to sit.”

“Well, maybe.” Said the wheel. “But after all, I and my three wheel brothers are the most important part of this cart!”

“Are you so sure?” spoke a little voice. “Who is talking?” the wheel replied, pretending not to have heard it. “It is me. The screw!”

“The screw?” the wheel asked and burst out into laughter. “You out of all parts? You are so tiny, we can barely see you! You are really not important at all! You are not even moving. You just sit there with your bolt friends and do nothing. Nothing.

We wheels work hard, turning day in day out, carrying you lot through fields and forests. But a tiny little screw like you? You should not even talk!” Those were very harsh words coming from the wheel. Luckily, they did not make the screw angry, but gave her an idea. She would teach the proud wheel a good lesson.

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At the next curve, when all those heavy milks cans lent against the wooden planks yet again, she pulled together all her strength and turned and turned around her own axis. After some time she had finally twisted around so much, that she fell into the grass without any sound at all. That very moment two planks that had been attached to each other through this tiny screw became lose and gave in to the heavy load of milk cans. One milk can after the other rolled against the loose planks and hit the ground with a terrible noise. The planks loosened more and more until more wooden planks started to crack and the entire cart collapsed in itself. The farmer turned around in shock, but too late! He was thrown out his cart landing in a poppy field nearby!

“Goodness! What happened” he shouted. Planks, wheels, milk cans lay scattered all over the path! “He took off his head wrap and scratched his head! “How will I get this mess together again?”

It did not take long to align the wheels and put the frame into place. But there seemed to be something missing, to keep the lot together! “Where are those tiny screws and bolts!” the farmer shouted out and started looking for the little silver parts. He searched for many hours, combing through every tiny bit of grass until he finally had all the screws together. “Thank God” he said, picking up the last screw from the ground. “Without you I would never be able to put my cart together again!”

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When the sun started to set, the cart was finally rebuilt and the farmer set off to return home. After all, most of the milk cans were empty and he had nothing more to sell.

“I was foolish” said the wheel. “I was boasting and showed off how great I am, when really, all of you are needed as much as I am. Only as a whole, all of us together, we make this cart work. And now, because of me, our poor farmer has lost his weekly earnings. I am sorry to have made you all feel bad. I can see now, that how ever small you may be, you are needed as much as the rest of us”.

The screws and planks, the bolts and even the milk cans felt really happy that the vain wheel had come to its senses, and from this day on, the dear farmer never had any troubles with his cart anymore. Ever.

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  • R.A.NARAYANA RAO
    Oct 14, 2009
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    EXCELLENT IDEA.THESE TYPE OF ARTICLES ARE USEFUL FOR SAHAJCHILDREN FROM THEIR CHILDHOOD .PL.CONTINUE TO DOIT.

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  • Nancy
    Oct 14, 2009
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    Congratulations Sia on your beautiful children story. I enjoyed it very much and thanks for sharing it!

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  • bhaskar
    Oct 16, 2009
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    beautiful idea.nice realisation after the trouble.that is what missing in human beings these days.they are not in a position to see the root cause of their pains

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  • Shiva
    Nov 14, 2009
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    Excellent Story. Its not just for children every one should learn from this, Unity gives strength.

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  • Prasad, Brasil
    Nov 23, 2009
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    Great story!

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    Nikhil Binoy
    June 30th, 2012

    This is a very good story. I liked it very much!

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  • nilufer
    Dec 20, 2009
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    a truly well articulated narrative….
    I’d like to say that minds that are focused together upon a common theme create a mutual force that is not merely additive, but vastly more powerful than any one individual or group of individuals.
    while becoming collectively conscious, we start feeling another personality, hence we start feeling your selves.
    Ego truly makes one stupid. Indeed a dangerous stuff! If we pamper the ego too much, we automatically strive to manipulate other beings.
    I guess, healthy self esteem for children where the right balance is achieved makes them realistic and generally optimistic. When challenges arise, they can work toward finding solutions and voice discontent without belittling themselves or others!!! Alles Gute fuer Ihr forthcoming collection Buch!!!

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  • pooyan
    Jan 11, 2010
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    sweet story, liked it very much dear Sia …
    Thumbs up Sister ;)

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  • srinithi
    Feb 19, 2010
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    Your stroy is realy intresting so i am a fan of this stroy.
    It was really exiting.

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  • Kasthurie Govender
    Nov 15, 2010
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    Absolutely Brilliant!
    Thank you sister Sia. We (my daughter and her friend – 12 years old) really enjoyed it.
    Please continue….
    Love
    Kasthurie

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  • sia
    Nov 25, 2010
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    wonderful story!!!!!!!!!! I love it……….

    love
    sia

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  • Faizan
    Jul 8, 2012
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    How to copy this story.?!

    liked it very much.!! :)

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  • Sita
    Apr 19, 2014
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    Very nice indeed! Remembered my childhood stories, reading this very refreshing one!
    Just one suggestion. Since the farmers in India don’t wear hats, you may want to change that bit of the farmer taking off his hat and scratching his head! Farmers in India wear head wraps of different styles, but mainly a yard or two of cotton piece tied loosely around the head. Some farmers in north and northeast don caps made of wool.

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    Erwan
    April 25th, 2014

    Dear Sita,

    thank you for your comment and we will notice the person who wrote that story, as to rectify that detail.

    Happy to know that the story was refreshing for you!

    Warm regards,
    Erwan

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