Funny Short Story - Aladdin's Chirag
Welcome to a funny
short story that brings a fresh twist to the classic tale of Aladdin's Chirag. In this amusing narrative, we follow the decline of a Jinn trapped
inside Aladdin's Chirag, which has been passed down through generations.
This funny
short story in English and funny short story in Hindi offers a
delightful take on the legendary Jinn, showing its humorous side as it
navigates the challenges of being bound to the magical lamp.
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Funny Short Story in Urdu
Funny Short Story in English
Aladdin's Chirag (Aladdin Ka Chirag)
The lamp of
Aladdin had been passed down through generations, a treasured heirloom that
carried the power of a mighty Jinn. When the lamp finally came into the hands
of the seventh Aladdin, a simple and unremarkable man, he was unaware of the
immense power it contained.
It was the day
after his father's death when Aladdin, in a moment of curiosity and grief,
rubbed the lamp on the ground. A cloud of smoke filled the air, and from the
mist emerged the terrifying form of the family Jinn.
His arms
stretched wide from the east to the west, and his towering figure seemed to
reach the sky itself. The air was filled with a dreadful laugh that sent chills
down Aladdin's spine.
The Jinn looked
down at Aladdin and, in a voice that rumbled like thunder, asked, "What is
your command, my lord?"
Aladdin,
overwhelmed by the sight of the Jinn, hesitated for a moment. He glanced up at
the enormous figure, then, with a simple wave, said, "Bring me the
pan."
The Jinn,
although feeling humiliated by the trivial nature of the command, bowed his
head and murmured, "Jo Hukm Mere Aaqa" (As you wish, my master),
before disappearing.
Aladdin, still
uncertain of his new situation, didn’t think much of it. But when the Jinn
returned after completing the task, Aladdin had another request. “I want to
take a bath. Fill a bucket with water from the official tap and bring it to the
yard.”
The Jinn, now
deeply embarrassed, once again muttered, "Jo Hukm Mere Aaqa" and
disappeared, only to return shortly after with the requested water. After his
bath, Aladdin once again rubbed the lamp. A rumbling sound echoed, and the Jinn
appeared, his laughter once again filling the air.
“What is your
command, my lord?” the Jinn asked.
"I’m
hungry. Go to the bazaar, bring me vegetables, and prepare food quickly,"
Aladdin ordered. Once again, the Jinn felt the sting of humiliation but bowed
his head and set off for the bazaar. After eating, Aladdin rubbed the lamp yet
again, summoning the Jinn with another request. "Go ask the neighbors for
some tea, and make it for me."
The Jinn was
now sweating with the weight of his new duties, but once again, he obeyed
without question. Days turned into months, and months into years. The Jinn
continued to serve his master without complaint, even as his tasks grew more
menial.
He would wash
Aladdin's clothes, iron them, polish his shoes, wash the dishes, and run
errands to the corner shop for Paan and cigarettes.
But over time,
the Jinn began to change. His once enormous size shrank. His towering form
became much smaller, and the echo of his deep, powerful laugh faded away. The
grand, imposing Jinn who once carried palaces on his palms now appeared with a
handkerchief draped over his shoulder, humbly asking, "What is your
command, my lord?"
The Jinn, once
the embodiment of strength and grandeur, had slowly forgotten his true
identity. His height continued to shrink, until it matched that of his master.
His arms no longer stretched across the sky; they were now just ordinary arms.
His back and
muscles ached from the constant service, and to ease the pain, he began taking
"Surbex T" tablets regularly. Yet, despite the physical strain, he
continued to serve, completely forgetting the mighty being he once was.
The need to rub
the lamp had disappeared. Now, the Jinn would simply appear whenever called,
dressed in a dhoti and vest, lying in front of anyone who looked at him. When
Aladdin called, he would simply respond, "Oh, little boy, come here."
One day, the
Jinn approached Aladdin and, with a heavy heart, said, "Sahib Jee, may I
find another job? The salary you pay doesn't even cover my own expenses."
Aladdin, taken aback, shook his head gently, giving the Jinn his consent to
leave.
And so, the
Jinn found employment at ‘Babu Hotel,’ where he now walked wearily from table
to table. Whenever he heard the call of "little boy," memories of his
past would flood his mind, and his eyes would fill with tears.
He would
remember his former strength, the way he had once spread his arms from east to
west and held palaces in his grasp. But now, he could barely summon the
strength to stand upright, his back aching, his body no longer the powerful
form it once was.
The Jinn would
sometimes gather all his strength and try to appear as he once had, but the
results were always the same—he would appear, hunched and exhausted, a mere
shadow of his former self. He would bow his head in regret, softly muttering to
himself, "I was once mighty, but my masters weakened me."
Then, in a
moment of fear, he would glance around, hoping no one had heard him. He feared
that someone might discover that he had once been a giant Jinn, powerful and
majestic, before his endless servitude had reduced him to this weary, broken
figure.
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