Monday, September 19, 2016

Mystery: Why the Crow is Black?


When I was the student of Engineering, I found our chemistry teacher a very interesting one. Naturally as Chemistry was one of the non-departmental subject most of us were irregular attending the classes. When the examination drew nearer, he advice's us- "Do not neglect Chemistry as non-departmental subject. Boys and Girls, remember, you have to pass it. So never left your sheet pure blank, write as you can so that I can give you some extra marks."


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We were laughing because, chemistry is not such a subject that you may produce an essay like Journey by boat. And noticing that, he said, "You know, in the previous year, there was a question- Why the Carbon is black? And one of your senior brother wrote as- "the carbon looks black and it never wants to be white. Actually its nature is black. It's forefathers.. yah.. surely was black and it's family.. yes.. we can assume to be black too. Thus you can never see them at night for sure. If you want to wash it, it never be clean, actually it's top to bottom is fucking black." We were laughing loudly, and sir stopped us. "Oh no, not duck," he said, "I gave him some marks. at least, the boy tries his best.
The said senior bro is now a successful engineer living in the USA.

By the way, what are we going to discuss here? Yah, got it, to solve a question similar to Carbon, Why the crow is fucking Black? 

In this article we will not discuss any scientific reason but only what our forefathers thought of them, as this article we producing only for recreational purpose.

Story-1:
When the crow came into the world, he wore all the Colors of the Rainbow, but the other birds were black. To look more like them, crow shook himself until all the colors flew out and landed on all the other birds. The only color left on crow was black, and he has stayed black to this day.

Story-2:
One day, a crow and a hawk hunted together in the bush. After travelling together for some time, they decided to hunt in opposite directions, and, at the close of the day, to share whatever game they had caught.

The hawk was very unfortunate in his hunting at that day. When the sun sets, the hawk gave up all hopes and decided to return to his gunyah. He thought that the crow would secure some food and they made a deal to share themselves.

When the hawk arrived, he found that the crow had been there before him and had already prepared and eaten his evening meal. He at once noticed that the crow had failed to leave a share for him. This annoyed the hawk, so he approached the crow and said: "I see you have had a good hunt to-day. I walked many miles but could not catch even a lizard. I am tired and would be glad to have my share of food, as we agreed this morning."

"You are too lazy," the crow replied, "You must have slept in the sun instead of hunting for food. Anyhow, I've eaten mine and cannot give you any." This made the hawk very angry, and he attacked the crow. For a long time they struggled around the dying embers of the Camp Fire, until the hawk seized the crow and rolled him in the black ashes. When the crow recovered from the fight, he found that he could not wash the ashes off, and, since that time, crows have always been black.

Story-3:
Muhammad, the Last Prophet sent to earth by God, when migrating to Medina from Mecca accompanied by Abu Bakr, needs to hide from his enemies in a cave. A crow, then white, spotted him and cried loudly “Ghar, Ghar!” (cave, cave!) to his seekers. They did not comprehend the crow’s cries, however, and Muhammad escaped. He turned the crow black for the betrayal and cursed him to utter only one phrase for the rest of time; “Ghar, Ghar!”

Story-4:
One day a turkey and a crow were fighting. The crow had a beautiful white skin while the turkey was very ugly. So the turkey said "Hey crow! lets stop fighting and be friends we will meet at the park and we will make a deal to become friends and the crow agreed.

The crow flew to the park surprised that the turkey was waiting for him. The turkey and the crow agreed they will play inside dark paint and wash themselves up. While they were playing, the crow got tired and went to wash himself up but the paint did not come off.

Other crows saw it and thought it was beautiful and rubbed black paint on themselves, they later got tired of it and tried to remove it and it didn't come off. The crow laughed at them, and said, "Didn't I warn you? You didn't listen, but now you are trying to rub it of. Good luck, try that". Thus the first crow became black and now all them have black feathers.

Story-5:
There was an arrogant bird that enjoying his life singing and dancing in the forest in China, showing off his beautiful tail to everyone. Autumn would come and the other animals in the forest were busy preparing food for the winter. But the bird continued to live life leisurely.

The winter would come instantly with a heavy snow storm. The bird is now homeless in the cold without preparation. To warm up, he found a random wild fire in the forest. The bird accidentally burned his tail and also lost his Singing Voice. From there on, the bird is no longer beautiful and is known as the black crow.

Story-6:
A long time ago, when Bathala, the god of the land, was peacefully ruling his dominions, he had many pets. Among these, his two favorites were the dove and the crow. The crow was noted for its bright, Pretty Plumage.

One day Bathala had a quarrel with Dumagat, the god of the sea. Bathala's subjects had been stealing fish, which were the subjects of Dumagat. When Dumagat learned of this, and could get no satisfaction from Bathala, he retaliated. He opened the big pipe through which the water of the world passes, and flooded the dominions of Bathala, until nearly all the people were drowned. When the water had abated somewhat, Bathala sent the crow, his favorite messenger, to find out whether all his subjects had been killed. The crow flew out from the palace where the god lived, and soon saw the corpses of many persons floating about. He descended, alighted on one, and began to eat the decaying cadaver. When Bathala saw that it was late and that the crow had not returned, he sent the dove on the same errand, telling the bird also to find out what had become of the first messenger. The dove flew away, looking for any signs of life.

The bird alighted on an oak, but soiled its feet in the water of the Flood, which was all red from the blood of the multitudes that had been drowned. Since then, doves have all had red feet.

However, the Dove at last saw the crow eating some of the decaying bodies. Immediately he told the crow that the king had sent for him and together they flew back to Bathala's palace.

When the two birds arrived at the king's court, the dove told Bathala that the crow had been eating some dead bodies, and consequently had not done what he had been sent to do. Bathala was very angry at this disobedience. Without saying a word, he seized his big inkstand filled with black ink and threw it at the crow, which was immediately covered. Bathala then turned to the dove, and said, "You, my dove, because of your faithfulness, shall be my favorite pet, and no longer shall you be a messenger." Then he turned to the crow, and said, "You, foul bird, shall forever remain black; you shall forever be a Scavenger, and every one shall hate you."

So, that is why to-day the dove is loved by the people and the crow hated. The crows to-day are all black, because they are descendants of the bird punished by Bathala.

Story-7:
The first crow that lived on the earth was a beautiful bird with a sweet voice. The universe was ruled over by the god Sinukuan, and all his subjects were either plants or animals. No human beings were yet in existence. Sinukuan lived in a beautiful palace surrounded with Gardens of Gold. In these gardens lived two crows who sang sweet songs, and did nothing but fly about among the flowers and trees. Their golden plumage was beautiful to see, and Sinukuan took great delight in them.

Once a terrible pestilence visited the earth, and a great many of Sinukuan's animals began to die. In his distress and sorrow, Sinukuan at once set out and made a tour of his kingdom to give what relief he could to his suffering subjects. After being away three days, he returned to his palace, his mind weighted down by all the death and sickness he had seen. When he reached his garden, he called to his two birds to come sing for him and relieve his Mental Anguish; but neither of the birds came. Sinukuan went through his gardens, but he called in rain. "O birds! where are you?" he cried. Thinking that perhaps they had flown away and had been attacked by the pestilence, he determined to make another trip through his kingdom and look for them.

He had not walked a mile, when, approaching a number of dead animals, he saw the pair feasting on the decaying flesh. When they saw their master, they bowed their heads in shame. Had not Sinukuan restrained himself, he might have killed them that very moment; but he thought of a better way to punish them. "Now," he said, as he cursed them, "from this time on, you shall be very ugly black birds; you shall lose your beautiful voice, and shall be able to make only a harsh cry." From that time on, those birds were black and their offspring are the crows of to-day.

Story-8:
A few days after the Inundation of the World, God sent a crow down to earth to see how deep the water was on the land. When the crow flew down to earth, he was surprised to see so many dead animals everywhere. It came to his mind that perhaps they would taste good, so he alighted on one of them and began to eat. He was so very much pleased with the abundance of food about him, that he forgot all about the command God had given him, and he remained on the earth.

On the third day, since the crow had not returned, God sent a dove down to earth to find out the depth of the water, and to make other observations of the things that had taken place on the earth. As the dove was a faithful creature, she did not forget what God told her. When she reached the earth, she did not alight on any dead animal, but alighted directly in the water. Now, the water was red from the blood of so many creatures that had been slain. When the dove stood in the bloody water, she found that it was only an inch deep. She at once flew back to heaven, where, in the presence of God, she related what she had seen on earth, while the crimson color on her feet was evidence of the depth of the water.

After a short time the crow returned. He came before God, who spoke to him thus: "What made you so long? Why did you not return sooner from the earth?" As the crow had no good reason to give for his delay, he said nothing: he simply bent his head.

God punished the crow by putting a chain on his legs. So that to-day the crow cannot walk: all he can do is to hop from place to place. The dove, which was faithful to God, is now the favorite pet bird the world over. The red color on her feet may be seen to-day as evidence that she performed her duty.

Story-9:
After the big flood, once Noah wants to know still the earth under water or was dried up. So, he said to the crow, "Go and set foot on the earth and see how deep the water is now."

The crow flew forth. But on the way it found a corpse; it began to eat of it, and did not return to Noah. Noah, troubled, cursed the crow: "May God make you despised of mankind, and may your food always be corpses!" and he then sent the dove forth.

The dove flew away, and without alighting dipped its feet in the water. But the water of the flood was salty and stinging; it burned the dove's feet so that the feathers did not grow in again, and the skin dropped off. Those doves that have red feet without feathers are the descendants of the dove that Noah sent forth.

Then Noah said, "May God make you welcome among mankind!" For this reason the dove is even to-day beloved of mankind. -[al-TabarĂ®].

In some version it is found that- The crow did not return, and as a punishment for his disobedience, the bird was changed from white to black; the pigeon returned with his claws full of mud, from which the man inferred that the earth was dried up; so he landed."

Story-10:
The crow and the Coq de Pagode were once men in the service of the saint (Confucius), who transformed them into birds as a punishment for disobedience. In order to undo the punishment and to make the saint laugh, the crow smeared itself all over with ink. The coq de pagode wished to do the same to itself, but had only enough black ink for half its body; for the rest it was obliged to use red. Therefore the crow is black, and the coq de pagode is half red, half black.

Story-11:
Long ago, the crow used to be a white bird. In his neighbourhood, lived an owl who had a dye shop. The crow was fascinated by the myriad colours. He flew down to the owl’s shop and asked if his white body could be coloured. “I want to be the most beautiful bird in the world,” he said. 
The owl agreed and asked him to come the next day. Now the owl was slightly blind but he was too vain to wear spectacles. While mixing the colours for the crow, he poured black instead of lilac.

The crow arrived early the next day. “There you are!” said the owl “Your colours are ready. Just dive into that pool of water.” 
The crow lost no time and dived in. But alas! When he emerged, he saw that he was dark in colour. He seethed with anger and cawed at the owl, “Why have you made me black? Wait till I catch you!” 
The frightened owl flew away and came out only at night when the crow was asleep. Since then, crows are black and owls’ venture out only at night.

Story-12:
In the beginning, before the People, Rainbow Crow was the loveliest of all birds, with bright feathers and a beautiful singing voice. The world was warm and peaceful in perpetual summer. Then the Creator thought up the idea of snow and ice, and winter came.  At first the novelty enchanted the animals, but soon the small animals got covered in snow drifts, and food became scarce for everyone.

It was so cold. Snow fell constantly, and ice formed over all the waters. The animals had never seen snow before. At first, it was a novelty, something to play in. But the cold increased tenfold, and they began to worry. The little animals were being buried in the snow drifts and the larger animals could hardly walk because the snow was so deep. Soon, all would perish if something were not done.

"We must send a messenger to Kijiamuh Ka'ong, the Creator Who creates by thinking what will be," said wise owl. 
"We must ask him to think the world warm again so that spirit snow will leave us in peace."

The animals were pleased with this plan. They began to debate among themselves, trying to decide who to send up to the Creator. Wise owl could not see well during the daylight, so he could not go. Coyote was easily distracted and like playing tricks, so he could not be trusted. Turtle was steady and stable, but he crawled too slowly. Finally, Rainbow crow, the most beautiful of all the birds with shimmering feathers of rainbow hues and an enchanting singing voice, was chosen to go to Kijiamuh Ka'ong.

It was an arduous journey, three days up and up into the heavens, passed the trees and clouds, beyond the sun and the moon and even above all the stars. He was buffeted by winds and had no place to rest, but he carried bravely on until he reached Heaven. When rainbow crow reached the Holy Place, he called out to the creator, but received no answer. The creator was too busy thinking up what would be to notice even the most beautiful of birds. So rainbow crow began to sing his most beautiful song.

The Creator was drawn from his thoughts by the lovely sound, and came to see which bird was making it. Her was most pleased by rainbow crow, and offered him a gift. "For my gift, may I ask that you unthink snow and ice?  We are cold and hungry."  
But the Creator told him that once a thing was thought, even He could not unthink it. He also told that the snow and the ice had spirits of their own and could not be destroyed.

"What shall we do then?" asked the rainbow crow. "We will all freeze or smother under the snow."
"You will not freeze," the Creator reassured him, "For I will think of fire, something that will warm all creatures during the cold times."

The Creator stuck a stick into the blazing hot sun. The end blazed with a bright, glowing fire which burned brightly and gave off heat. "This is Fire," He told rainbow crow, handing him the cool end of the stick. "You must hurry to earth as fast as you can fly before the stick burns up."

Rainbow crow nodded his thanks to the Creator and flew as fast as he could go. It was a three-day trip to Heaven, and he was worried that the fire would burn out before he reached the earth. The stick was large and heavy, but the fire kept rainbow crow warm as he descended from Heaven down to the bright path of the stars. Then the fire grew hot as it came closer to rainbow crows feathers. As he flew passed the sun, his tail caught on fire, turning the shimmering beautiful feathers black. By the time he flew passed the moon, his whole body was black with soot from the hot fire. When he plunged into the sky and flew through the clouds, the smoke got into his throat, strangling his beautiful singing voice.

By the time rainbow crow landed among the freezing-cold animals of earth, he was black as tar and could only caw instead of sing. He delivered the fire to the animals, and they melted the snow and warmed themselves, rescuing the littlest animals from the snow drifts where they lay buried.

It was a time of rejoicing, for Tindeh -fire had come to earth. But rainbow crow sat apart, saddened by his dull, ugly feathers and his rasping voice. Then he felt the touch of wind on his face. He looked up and saw the Creator Who creates by thinking what will Be walking toward him.

"Do not be sad, rainbow crow," the Creator said. "All animals will honor you for the sacrifice you made for them. And when the people come, they will not hunt you, for I have made your flesh taste of smoke so that it is no good to eat and your black feathers and hoarse voice will prevent man from putting you into a cage to sing for him. You will be free."

Then the Creator pointed to rainbow crow's black feathers. Before his eyes, rainbow crow saw the dull feathers become shiny and inside each one, he could see all the colors of the rainbow. "This will remind everyone who sees you of the service you have been to your people," he said, "and the sacrifice you made that saved them all."
And so shall it ever be.

Story-13:
In the dreamtime fire been a jealously-guarded secret of the seven Karatgurk women who lived by the Yarra River where Melbourne now stands. These women carried live coals on the ends of their digging sticks, allowing them to cook yams. One day crow found a cooked yam and, finding it tastier than the raw vegetables he had been eating, decided he would cook his food from then on. However, the Karatgurk women refused to share their fire with him and crow resolved to trick them into giving it up.

Crow caught and hid a number of snakes in an ant mound then called the women over, telling them that he had discovered ant larvae were far more tasty than yams. The women began digging, angering the snakes, which attacked. Shrieking, the sisters struck the snakes with their digging sticks, hitting them with such force that the live coals flew off. Crow, who had been waiting for this, gathered the coals up and hid them in a kangaroo skin bag. The women soon discovered the theft and chased him, but the bird simply flew out of their reach and perched at the top of a high tree.

Bunjil the Eagle hawk, who had seen all of this, asked crow for some of the coals so that he could cook a possum. Crow instead offered to cook it for him. Soon, a large group had gathered around crow's tree, shouting and demanding that he share the secret of fire with them. The din frightened crow and at last he flung several live coals at the crowd. Kurok-goru the fire-tailed finch picked up some of the coals and hid them behind his back, which is why to this day firefinches have red tails. The rest were gathered up by Bunjil's shaman helpers, Djurt-djurt the nankeen kestrel and Thara the quail hawk.

The coals caused a bushfire which burnt crow's feathers permanently black and threatened to consume the entire land, until Bunjil's efforts halted its spread. The Karatgurk sisters, mean while, were swept into the sky where they became the Pleiades .

Story-14:
The crow and the magpie are brothers, both born with pure white feathers. Both were vain and would argue as to which was the most beautiful. Perched in a tree, they began to argue and then fought.

The people who have the crow as their totem will tell you the brothers fell into a fire below, the crow getting burnt all over, the Magpie only partly burnt. Those how have the magpie as their totem will tell the story the same, but that the brothers fell into thick black mud, and the magpie only slightly stained his feathers, the crow covered in the mud.

Story-15:
The crow was pure white in the beginning. He was the brother to the buffalo. The Shawnee needed the buffalo for food and skins but every time the shawnee would hunt the buffalo, the crow would warn him.

The hunting party gathered around the campfire to prepare for the hunt. Cawanemua said,"We must do something about crow. I will dress as a buffalo and when brother crow comes to warn the buffalo of our hunt, I will grab him."

The next day, Cawanemua pulled the buffalo skin over him and joined the herd grazing near by. Sure enough, crow came warning the buffalo as the shawnee hunters approached. Crow was crying, "Caw, caw, hunters afar!" Cawanemau jumped up and caught crow by his legs and carried him back to the camp.

That night, around the fire as the hunters discussed the fate of crow, Panseau, the smallest brave listened and watched crow. Some wanted to kill and eat crow, since they were very hungry and crow had spoiled the hunt by warning the buffalo. Others wanted to let crow go, thinking that he had learned his lesson and would not warn buffalo again.

Cawanemau was getting more and more angry...he grabbed crow and threw him in the fire. Panseau seeing crow turning black from the fire and soot....grabbed him from the flames. Cawanemau was furious with Panseau. He yelled, "Crow decieves us, we are hungry and cold because he warns buffalo!!! Yet you save him from the flames!!" 
Panseau, in a small voice, quietly said, "Crow warns his brother. Just as I would warn you, my brother."

Crow, who was shaken and blackened from the flames, heard Panseau. Everyone was very still, thinking about what Panseau the smallest brave had said. Crow spoke, "I am blackened for warning buffalo, who is my brother. I now say shawnee is my brother also. I will never warn buffalo of your hunt and you, brother shawnee, will remember to give thanks to buffalo for giving himself to you for food to fill your belly and skins to keep you warm.

Cawanemau stood. "Crow is our brother. Buffalo is our brother also. We will only hunt buffalo when we need food and skins. We will remember to always give thanks. Brother crow will remain black, so he too can remember and remind us of his promise to never warn our brother buffalo." 
That my friends is how the crow became black.

Story-16:
One day, the crow was walking along an old wooded trail, he stopped the turtle and asked him a useless question as he often did, "Wise one, do you think that my beautiful white feathers are shiny enough, or should I go wash them again"?
Turtle replied, "Pele, your feathers are so shiny, that they are blinding me. Now, please go away so that I can see again". 
The crow walked off with a smile that almost reached his eyes, "Of course", he flew off to the pond and washed his feathers again and again.

Later that day, he met up with the frog, who was peacefully sun bathing, and asked her a question, "The frog, are my wonderful white feathers frizzing up"? 
The frog answered, "Crow, your feathers are not frizzing, but they are...As I was saying, they are awfully white and bright!"
The crow replied proudly, "Why, thank you frog!"

That night, the crow had a very peaceful rest, but he didn't know what the others were doing. "You see", the other animals, including the grizzly bear, were having a secret meeting about the crow. Soon, the frog spoke, "The crow is very much getting on my nerves. He is always boasting about his beautiful feathers and asking us if they are shiny enough! How irritating". 
"Indeed," replied the falcon, "He is very rude when it comes to his feathers. I just wish there were a way to stop him".

They cawed, growled, and croaked all night. In the morning, they went back to their homes, but as tired as they were, they all kept a close watch for the crow. While the crow walked along that morning, he stopped at bear's den. The bear was painting a picture of his best friend, the frog, with fresh blackberry juice. Soon the crow asked, without any hesitation, the bear took his blackberry juice and threw it all over the crow.

To this day, the crow is still a purplish black, and that is why- Never be too proud or something bad is sure to happen.

Story-17:
Phoenix always live on the phoenix tree. One day, when some phoenixes sleep on the tree, the tree is on fire. Lots of phoenixes escaped from the fire, except one. Fire burned the phoenix's feather, and turned it into black. Because the black phoenix is too ugly, people called it crow instead of phoenix.

The end.
Not yet Verified.

Sources:
Copy from various Sources.

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