Taken from the book "The butter thief"
Mother Yasoda held Krishna, and began to scold Him. “I’ll give You such a beating!“ she threatened. “I know You go from house to house, stealing. You are a thief (caura)!“ Krishna replied, “Oh! Why are you saying that I am a
thief? There is no thief in My dynasty, in Nanda Baba’s dynasty. Perhaps there is a thief in your dynasty.“
He was so cheeky. He had heard Yasoda Maiya and Nanda Baba talking about Mother Yasoda’s forefather called
Caura Ghosh. Caura means thief. Krishna now remembered that there was someone called Caura in his mother’s dynasty, and that is why He told Her, “There is no caura in My dynasty, but there is a Caura in your dynasty.“
“Why are you chastising me?“ Krishna protested innocently. “What have I done?“
“How was the yoghurt pot broken?“
“That was the punishment of the supreme Lord,“ said Krishna.
“And who fed the butter to the monkeys?“
“He who made the monkeys, feeds the monkeys,“ said Krishna.
Yasoda Maiya was a little angry, but she was laughing as well. “Now tell me the truth!“ she said. “Who broke the yoghurt pot?“
Krishna explained, “Oh Mother! You jumped up to pacify the milk that was boiling over, and when you rushed into the kitchen, you were in such a hurry that your heavy ankle bells hit the yoghurt pot, and broke it. I haven’t done anything.“
“Is that the truth? In that case, how is it that You have butter all over Your face?“
Krishna said, “Oh Maiya! Every day a monkey comes and puts his hand in the pot to eat the butter, but today I caught him. He pulled his hand out of the pot and began to run away, but the butter on his hand smeared all over My face. Tell Me honestly, am I to blame for this? But still you call Me a thief and you want to beat Me.“
Comments
such a sweet quarrel