Creativity : The Magic Horse; a sufi tale
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Creativity [originality, ingenuity]: Thinking of novel and productive ways to
conceptualize and do things; includes artistic achievement but is not limited
to it . (~VIA~)
Creativity is a synergy of two : Adaptability and Originality. To take an idea and convert into an original work is the basic tenet of creativity. Everything comes out of something!
Another important aspect is that creativity is accompanied by chaos
and creativity is found when we are allowed to think in free spirit without fear.
Most folktales are examples of creative thinking. Either the story plot takes us through a creative journey or the hero and heroine finds a resolution in a creative manner. So you can tell any story for strengthening this particular character.
and creativity is found when we are allowed to think in free spirit without fear.
Most folktales are examples of creative thinking. Either the story plot takes us through a creative journey or the hero and heroine finds a resolution in a creative manner. So you can tell any story for strengthening this particular character.
Vocabulary to use
Imaginative
original
unique
individual
Story : The Magic Horse - a Sufi story retold by Idries Shah, retold here by me. This is a wonder-filled story of possibilities and outcomes and how any creative act may take you down a path that is unpredictable, unusual and perhaps even impractical. Yet we can always make choices that finally leads us to our hearts's desire and happiness and that in itself is a creative process. This is a fairy tale with many layers, but merely listening to it may open up a sense of wonder in a child and many questions in an adult.
King Mumkin was a benevolent ruler who encouraged much
creativity in his kingdom. He had two sons Hoshyaar and Tambal, which as you
know means intelligent and ignorant as they may have well been.
The King who was always on the look out for new possibilities,
announced a price to anyone who could bring a device or a contraption that was
unique and different and useful.
An Ironsmith who had invented a wonderful machine stepped
forward, on hearing of the award. He shut
himself up in a secret place and diligently worked with a complex plan on a
machine; a gigantic Fish that could swim in and under water and even travel by
air; all while carrying immense weight within itself.
While a carpenter who also wished to create something
unique, took his simple tools and went into the woods to create, after much
thought and reflection a beautiful wooden Horse which looked very real but
seemed to not have any practical value. The two presented their unique
creations to the King.
King Mumkin, who had
been sceptical of what the Fish could do, took one look at the immense
usefulness and practical application of the Fish, declared it the winner,
scarcely giving the Horse a second chance and Prince Hoshyar was entrusted the job
of using the Fish to its maximum potential while the Ironsmith was rewarded with
much wealth and honorariums.
" Nothing can be as useful as the wondrous Fish”
declared Prince Hoshyar. The Fish became a much sought after invention.
Yet the patient carpenter waited for an opportune time for
his work to be recognised, and it did come. Soon King Mumkin called for the
carpenter and his Horse, bored with the Fish and its wonder.
“This is merely a plaything” the King dismissed the
beautifully carved Horse.
“It may not look much, but this horse is different” stammered
the carpenter. “While the fish needs to be directed, this Horse can sense the
rider and lead him or her to their heart’s desire” he explained hesitantly.
“Such a silly unpractical thing is only fit for Tambal”,
muttered the King under his breadth.
“Let me keep it Father” said Tambal at the same time.
“Keep the Carpenter in custody, till he can figure out some
use for the Horse, and Prince Tambal you can play with this toy till you bore
of it” said the King.
So Prince Tambal took the beautiful life size Horse to his
chambers and spent the whole night touching, feeling, observing...why even
smelling and just stopped short of licking it! To his delight, he saw many
knobs and dials hidden discreetly at the nape of the Horse and as he twisted
and turned them, he found the Horse could actually move. He seated himself on
the Horse and turned few dials and lo behold, the Horse flew upwards into the
sky, taking him to where ever his heart wished for that night. In this way he
spent many wondrous evening flying to far off land and returning, filled with
the magic of visiting new lands and stories of the sights he saw there.
One day he met Hoshyar on his way back from another productive
day with the wondrous Fish. He looked at Tambal idling his time away with the
Horse and commented (like many brother’s do); “I have found my
heart’s desire, as I am working for the good of all, but I do not see much in
your playful ways”.
Tambal didn’t have much to say, but those words left him with a deep
need to find his heart’s desire. So that night he sat on his Horse and stated
clearly.” Take me to my Heart’s Desire”
And away flew the Horse, across the land , over mountains
and forests and seas, and finally it glided towards a most magical mysterious
flying Palace. Let me tell you about this Palace. It had been created
specifically to safeguard the beautiful Princess Precious Pearl, by her magician
Father and King; Kahana. It was guarded by Mute guards and no one was allowed
to speak or befriend the poor Princess.
The Horse landed in that very magical Palace with Prince
Tambal, and so carefully that no one saw them come, except the Princess. The
Princess who yearned for company could not help but fall in love with this
talking Prince, who was also gentle and kind while speaking to her.
“But my Father will never let us marry, as he wishes to marry
me off to a powerful magician King who lives on the other side of our Kingdom.”
She said with despair.
“I will convince him” said Tambal and mounted his Horse to
fly to the palace on the ground.
The way to the palace was filled with enchanted things and
Tambal’s eyes were darting here and there, trying to see and hear and look at
everything. But when he reached the Palace gates, he heard the bells ringing,
announcing the King was not in and had left the palace for elsewhere.
“He has gone to see his daughter in the Whirling Palace”
informed one of the guards.Now Prince Tambal had to wait or follow the King to
the Whirling Palace. But something told him the King may not like to see him at
the Whirling Palace and so he quietly flew his Horse into the balcony of the
Palace. Hoping to wait and watch for the King there.
Yet sleep overwhelmed him. He had never been on such a long
adventure before and soon Tambal let the Horse stand in a corner and went and
laid down himself in a secluded spot in that very balcony which ran around the
Palace of the magician King Kahana.
Back in the Whirling Palace, our Princess was too excited
and too naive to hide anything from her Father and she blurted out the story of
Prince Tambal and her desire to marry him.
“Never”, yelled the King furiously and sped back to his
palace, hoping to make rapid arrangements that would ensure his daughter
married the man he had chosen for her.
In the Palace, the guards had found the Horse and seized it to show it to their King.
“Aha! That scoundrel is here somewhere and will surely come
back to take his Horse” he exclaimed. Kahana did not even try to understand the
magic behind the Horse and swiftly ordered it to be locked up in a cupboard.
Prince Tambal woke up with a start and realised to his
dismay that he was stranded in a magical kingdom with no way or means to escape
without his flying Horse. His only thought was to somehow get back to his own
kingdom and take his father’s help and come back to claim his heart’s desire –
yes, the beautiful Princess Precious Pearl.
But a man with nothing, how will he cross the treacherous
desert? He had no choice and poor Tambal suffered from the many moods displayed
by the desert. The sun beating down during the day created mirages and the cold
frost of the night made him delirious. He saw people where there were none, he
saw water, and cities that were merely his imagination. The days telescoped
into the night. He was on the verge of giving it all up, with no hope of ever
reaching home or going back to the Princess, he seemed to not know what his
heart desired anymore....until he saw an oases glimmering in the sand.
Is it real or my imagination he wondered? But finally for
once the oases did not disappear and he ran towards it and thirstily drank from
the pond, and grabbed the fruits deliciously hanging from the trees and
devoured them. Then in almost a swoon, he slept and slept for a long while.
When he awoke he felt different. His hands looked bigger,
and alas they had big claws and fur at the end. His head felt heavier and alas
he had horns growing from them. “Woe is me”, he yelled, “My appearance has
changed though I am still Tambal from within. Yet who will know me, how will
Precious Pearl even recognise, me – this beast that I have become” he wept and
wailed, sobbed and threw himself to the ground....
As the moon rose and Tambal’s crying stopped, a light was
seen approaching him from afar. It came closer to reveal an old man with a long
white beard, carrying a lamp. “Who is this, an evil in disguise?” thought
Tambal.
The gentle voice then told him “My son, you have been
affected by the influences of this place You are lucky, I come in time having
heard your loud cries. If you want to escape, then firmly think of your Heart’s
Desire and take a few of the dry fruits that lie at the bottom of the tree. Then
follow your destiny” so saying he walked away.
Prince Tambal found the dry fruits and quickly ate some with
relish. His horns disappeared and so did his claws and fur with the rising sun.
Sounds of horses galloping reached him and as he watched
from the safety of the trees, he saw a procession of horsemen approach. One of
them looked regal and princely, he rode over to Tambal and in a loud voice
announced himself, having mistaken Prince Tambal as the guardian of the oases.
“We demand some of these fruits as we have ridden from afar
and cannot remain for long; for I am Jadugarzada, son of the magician King of
the East and on my way to marry the Princess Precious Pearl of the Kingdom of
the West. Here take this bag of gold and give me some fruits instead”, he said as he tossed a bag to Prince
Tambal.
“So this is my destiny”, thought prince Tambal as he quickly
plucked some fruits and gave it to the Son of the Magician. You know what will
happen here. As they watched Jadugarzada grew horns and claws and fur and was
quite befuddled and confused, and insisted he was normal, while they were all
deformed and enchanted.
The Councillors who had accompanied him were flummoxed. How
could they go to claim the Princess, and go they must?
After much debate and we really don’t know why and how such
things turn out the way they turn out. The councillors decided to make Tambal
act as the Magician Son and they covered Jadugarzada with a hizab and coerced
him onto a horse and tied him too, till he regained his senses, they declared.
“We will make this oaf go through all the ceremonies, for he
looks the part. Once it is done and the Princess is with us, we can then decide
what to do with him.” They rationalised a plan.
So Prince Tambal by a queer turn of events now found himself
decked up in finery travelling to the palace of King Kahana. There he was taken
with great ceremony to the Palace and their marriage was conducted with much
pomp. In all of this Princess Pearl got a glimpse of the groom and almost fell
off her chair in astonishment.
Prince Tambal signaled to her to remain silent and with a
quiet nod and a look conveyed what he wished to convey and that is a language known to those who love another. That
itself was a task as the head of Magician Prince party was keeping a close watch
on them.
The Head soon announced it was time for the Bride to leave
with the Bridegroom party. “ Oh Wise and Wonderful Monarch, Oh Just and
Glorious Monarch it is time for us to accompany the bridal pair back to our
land in order for them to establish their new home”. he said
Now Prince Precious Pearl looked with alarm at her husband Tambal; for once they were out of the Palace, she knew they would kill Tambal and the
Magician Prince was also recovering his senses, though his fur and horns were
still there. Time was crucial here and Tambal quickly whispered in her ear.
“Fear Nothing. We must follow our destiny and act as best
as we can. Agree to go, but say you will not leave without the wooden horse”.
King Kahana was annoyed at this strange request , but being
convinced that it was a mere plaything that she desired to have in the new home
she was leaving to go to; he agreed and the Horse was finally brought out from
the cupboard that it had been shut in for all this time.
Just then the Magician Son from the East; Jadugarzada, threw
off his hijab and yelled at Tambal, while Tambal grabbed the Princess on one
hand and the bridle of the Horse on the other and swiftly climbed up with the Princess as well, and with a turn of a dial and swish of a nob, the Horse
flew up, up and away. All those gathered below watched with astonishment at this
sudden turn of events; helplessly.
With his heart’s desire by his side, Prince Tambal returned
to his Kingdom. The people were overcome with delight at his safe return. King
Mumkin was overjoyed and when he heard the stories that Tambal had to share
with him, he too was amazed and perhaps even a bit envious.
The carpenter was released and rewarded, Prince Tambal and
Princess Pearl were made the heirs to the throne, while Prince Hoshyar remained
quite happy with his wondrous fish. “There is nothing more rewarding than
working with my wondrous fish and that is what makes me happy”, he said.
So they lived happily ever after and people say that;
“Those who want fish can achieve much through fish, but
those who do not know their heart’s desire may first have to listen to the
story of the wooden horse”
The story ends here, but not our adventures...
The story ends here, but not our adventures...
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